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  • I was in a pleasant dream with happy and friendly Danish friends when my husband awoke and - first thing this has become - clicked on the news in his iPhone.

    "Oh boy", he sighed and I was awake. "What is wrong?" I asked.

    “In a small village of Chamula the Mayans yesterday lynched a man, who they suspected had robbed a car. They burnt him alive!"

    This happened just a few Kilometers from us.

    Lynchings have always happened among the Mayan communities, I do not know if there is a very ancestral influence in this or what. But then: not many decades ago Nazis in my home country would practically do the same: enter homes of people, who had expressed criticism to their ideology and beat them up or kill them.

    With Mexican prisons full of mostly minor criminals - many women, who killed violent husbands - and Narcotraficantes - Drug - Dealers - and hit men walking freely in the streets people are also desperate and start taking justice into their own hands in more and more places more and more often.

    Chamulans like to burn alive.

    The government will not investigate, what the government least wants is news of conflicts in between the government and Mayan Indians hitting the world news.

    How can I sit here and write this and yes: be quite shaken, but still feeling pretty safe and quite cool also?

    I do not understand myself.

    Do we get used to practically anything and everything?

    I know that this is not what you want to read about. But as I have decided to write down my life here, I have to document this, it is a real part of life here - War and Fiesta The Monster And The LightYou want to find love and hope and whimsy in stories, so that you can continue carrying your own troubles with more strength. It is impossible to LIKE this story. But it is true. It is the other side. Our dark side.

    Sometimes we can shine a little light around us and at other times, deep down, we are fierce monsters....

    These Mayan candleholders from the pottery village of Amatenango, whoch my friend Christel has in her house, where I ate a wonderful meal with German poppy seed cake yesterday, seem to express our two sides, light and shadow and the dark shadow - monster is the base and broad....
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