Before we ate lunch, we drove to the cemetery. Why the cemetery? Because from the cemetery we could walk to an overlook and see the garbage dump from above– it was inside a crater-esque area. For our bus to enter the cemetery, Juan Carlos had to pay as we drove through a gate. We navigated to a spot far back, and he parked the bus. All of us hustled out and followed Andres and Juan Carlos, police officer in front and police officer behind. I meandered. It was easier to take pictures. that way, but one of the officers, Carlos, then stayed back so that I wasn’t alone.
There was beauty there and history as well. I noticed, as I looked up, that there were hundreds of birds in the sky. I felt like someone in The Birds: totally creepy.
We could smell burning and there was trash littered throughout our path to get to the overlook. Our group spread out, single file, as they walked through the thigh-high grass.
The section of the cemetery that we passed through had been closed and people weren’t buried there anymore:
I wondered whose bodies had been removed. How did their families feel? Did they even know? So many stories in those boxes.
And then, we were at the overlook. Years before, I had been in JustFaith and they showed us a video of a garbage dump community. I’ve done community service and worked in impoverished areas for 15 years. I thought I knew. I thought I was prepared. I was wrong. Continue reading