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  • A hawk stands on a treetop looking at the little chicken play in the cornfield, it starts flying in circles getting closer to his victims but Adam´s black dog starts to bark and makes it go away.
  • Virgen has spent the entire day with her crates of tomatoes, selling them on the side of the road, she´s extremely tired but still takes Xixi Adelaida patiently to the barn with short and slow steps while the dog wants to play with her. This barn is filled with corn grain and tomatoes from Adam´s greenhouse.
  • The little chicken are harassed once more by the hawk, so they come running inside the barn. Xixi grabs one with her wrinkled hands, strokes it´s feathers and whispers to the creature. Meanwhile I sit in the corner and watch Virgen standing at the door, staring at an old woman that follows a flock of sheep across the river.
  • The sheep start running, the woman goes after them but falls and stands up again in dizziness. Virgen laughs really hard and says:

    -She must be drunk.

    Virgin continues with her eyes on the animals and talks to Xixi:

    -When your son Pablo used to come come completely drunk and hug my sheep, talk to them, sometimes even cry, he was a very emotional man but his loneliness consumed him. When he passed away my sheep stopped eating, three of them died. Adam saw me so sad about it that he decided to sell them all.
  • Adam and his assistant arrive hungry, they´ve have been building a new greenhouse. The table where we eat at the barn is made of two crates put together, everyone talks in Mixtec so I don´t understand a word. Xixi Adelaida asks about Pablo´s friends, it seems like they´ve all been dying of the same complications related to alcohol, they used to drink with him.

    They start talking about Pablo´s funeral and the money the church made a benefit out of it through the, then it becomes a complain about how they are excluded of the town dynamics because of their faith:

    -The father at the church charges for everything at celebrations but he doesn't even spends the night in town or eat the same food that we eat, that´s the main reason why I became a brother, not because I´m a strong belieber or anything like that. the problem is that people here looks at us as weirdos because we don´t give our money to the church.

    When we finish eating Adam and his assistant go back to work in the new greenhouse.
  • The people in this town calls “brothers” to the “born again” Christians who have left Catholicism and join Protestantism through one of the many evangelical churches.

    For hundreds of years Catholic churches were erected in the Mixtec Highlands but in the last decade new non-Catholic institutions dedicated to religious services have earned the hearts of many indigenous beliebers. Today, signs of the Hefzi-Bá, Aleluya and Jehovah’s Witness congregations -and even a Holy Death altar- appear on the roads, a phenomenon that a few decades ago would have been impossible to imagine in the region.

    Adam is the son of Pablo, my uncle who died of cirrosis after a big depression, he belongs to a new generation of Mixtec youth that has returned from the United States having experienced how Protestantism promotes equality in religious structure and individualism that does not require a Church-sanctioned representative to feel the glory of God. This new mindset has made him more independent than other farmers, saving most of the money he makes with his greenhouses instead of contributing with the enormous expenses of the mayordomías for the religious celebrations.
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