We arrived in Santa Rosa somewhat tired. I was in bad shape, though getting better from my intestine infection, István, my brother was starting to feel bad with similar symptoms. We assume it's inevitable, one have to deal with it.
We took a break just before Santa Rosa and I started to thumb a newspaper we had found somewhere. Three homicides that weekend. We weren't really surprised, it's like that here in Central America. But there's something that shock us: newspaper and magazine covers. There's a lot of violent deaths in Central America. Homicides and fatal accidents. Photos of the dead are exposed on full pages and covers in color, without any blurring or cloaking. Total horror. A father wants to by some cigarettes at a stand, and his 4 years old child, while licking an ice cream, observes the "real world": a farmer crippled with a machete, a businessman shot in the head, a prostitute cut open, a youngster crushed with his motorbike, etc. This is absolutely normal in Mexico, Guatemala or Honduras. We don't like it.
The center of Santa Rosa is basically in good shape. The suburbs are to avoid. Garbage, stench and extremely suspicious faces. When we arrived they were preparing for the Easter Holy Week with some tinted sawdust pictures on the main street. It requires a lot of patience but the result is spectacular. We spent the night at the Red Cross, my brother threw up during the afternoon hours and got better instantly, maybe it was just an indigestion. Lucky for him.
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