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  • Nobody could tell me if it was hundreds or thousands of years ago that a Limestone Cave colapsed and created this tight valley or better said: huge well, about 2 hours from us: LA SIMA DE LOS COTORROS in the Natural Reserve LA SELVA DEL OCOTE, here in Chiapas. Eventually some parrots flew by, not the big multicolored ones, but small green ones. One or the other dropped some tree - seeds. The tree seeds sprouted and created a forest with trees up to 40 meters at the bottom of the valley - well. Today hundreds of these parrokeets live and breed in these trees. To get down there you have to let yourself down in Rappel. My son tried, but just made it half down, his untrained arms could not take it.

    The big. wonderful spectacle is at sunrise: you walk to the edge of the canyon and it is all silence, maybe some mosquitoes pinching you and suddenly you hear one little parrot cry out, then they all wake up and in small groups leave the tree tops and circle the canyon walls several times in an upward spiral until flying out into the land, and all towards the sun! This lasts maybe for 10 or 15 minutes and then the day takes its normal course.....

    It also is a rock wall with more than 80 of the oldest cave paintings in Mexico. I could not spot them, whatever I discovered were in the end spots created by water or tiny bushes. But I did see them on photographs.

    We the adults just walked the path around the upper circumference and listened to the enormous Parokeet - Chatter beneath and sometimes spotted groups flying from here to there. Whenever my poor eyes caught these, it was Near - Ecstasy for me.

    My grandkids were courageous enough to tighten themselves to a rope and - with a guide! - walk the rock wall from side to side. I watched them, my husband photographed them, I could nearly not stand watching. My daughter - in - law wanted to accompany them, but got a complete panic attack when the path got nearly as narrow as her footsteps and then some little rocks fell. She crawled back on all fours.

    The kids ran and jumped like little mountain goats and when I afterwards told them how courageous they were, they did not understand why I said that and were already back playing whatever huge adventurous game on their tablets.

    The nightmares come now, afterwards, I can hardly look at these images! At night I dream that I get stuck on a wall like that and wake up sweating!

    We went on this family adventure on my father´s death aniversary and two days before my mother fell, 10 days before she died.

    Am I happy that no one else died!

    Photographs by Kiki and Gabriel Suárez
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