Loaded with pantries, move two hours down the road until we reach the first cave, immense. There we

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Cracks and roots of a hurricane (documenting the devastation in Guerrero) Eugenio Polgovsky shares a lucid anthropological evidence on the effects recent hurricanes and floods had on the poorest areas of Guerrero. By: Eugenio Polgovsky - 01/11/2013 at 11:11:10
The first week of October, impacted by the devastation the hurricane left a path of Guerrero, thought about what would be happening at the top of the mountains, among the poorest.
In Tlapa de Comonfort, preparing to climb the mountain, I met Armando, tenacious and generous young Tlapanec working in the House Tlachinollan Human Rights, whose members have done exemplary caps work in support of the victims. I made space in a van carrying supplies to Tenamazapa, a village of 900 inhabitants in the Tlacoapa, isolated by the disaster. In the mountains about 400,000 caps Indians living me'pha, na'sabhi and Nahuatl, is officially the most marginalized region of the country.
Loaded with pantries, move two hours down the road until we reach the first cave, immense. There we met with another van, carrying food to relatives and incommunicado since two weeks ago. I noticed the no presence of any official support from the output of Tlapa, artery connecting with hundreds of locations affected, despite advertising that announced "mass action" against the tragedy.
Among those who took the food, the face of concern was evident. The news could be heard in Tlapa of what had happened on the mountain caps were all tragic. Nobody had reliable information on the damage to roads, lack of electricity and cellular network. Luis, a young Indian who came with us, came abstracted, had heard that Tenamazapa "disappeared". I did not know if he would find his family.
In order to continue, we loaded the supplies caps on the edge of an abyss, where rocks tumbled out of sight. Far below, could be seen a thin line of water, caps only trace of the storm that swallowed caps half a mountain. The hill threatened to wipe with a sigh. Armando said: "Grandparents say the rivers overflow their birthdays."
A week ago they had exhausted the rice, salt, beans, oil, corn, and all food from small shops that supply the families of the villages. These little shops, caps scattered throughout the mountains, are critical to the supply of the area, for survival and its range depends on the roads. When there was road food came once or twice a week. "Remain pure Pepsi," caps says calm, flat voice, the child Aurelius, who is in charge of a store by the way Tenamazapa.
In the mountains many women are alone at home, with many children, to ten. Children are cared for including the largest to smallest care, and so lucky ladder until you are in the arms of the mother - and only until the belly up to take its place. They have some turkeys, goats, dogs and chickens starving.
The people are hunting forest animals. They find armadillos