The bad news reached the village of Tuilelén, in the rugged mountains of San Marcos, in the southeast of Guatemala, before midday. “Don Ricardo: our children are dead, burned, without a trace and without anything else.” It was a call from father to father, but also from ‘coyote’ to customer: from some point on the border between Mexico and the United States, the guide that Ricardo García Pérez had entrusted with the oldest of his daughters was confessing that all that remained of that jokey young 20-year-old were ashes. Even the son of the guide, who was in the same group, was among the dead.
