14 Days

It's been fourteen days after the earth shook rabidly. Today I went back to figure out how, the people that lost their houses in Xoxocotla, Morelos want their spaces in their homes to be distributed. Were they working before they fell? Are more babies coming?

A couple of wonderful, empathic architects came along to design four houses in this project.

One of the architects asked two of the kids
to draw their house and the people in them.

As usual we were offered delicious food, freshly made gorditas with grated green chile salsa on the molcajete or stone mortar. 

Every house has a different story. Every space it's needs. It's going to be a feat, to raise this kind of money, but there is one great insight I think. Each of the men in these houses have, to a certain extent, building abilities. What if, considered under these budgets, was the possibility of including an additional wage for these men to build their own houses? Wouldn't that be something?

Time is ticking. There is a newborn baby living under asbestos sheets and a house that avoided demolition because, even if it has significant damage to declare it inhabitable, they have no other place to go. 

In another case, a new baby is arriving in four months and the grandmother is worried about her granddaughter's near future.

People have spent from 6 to 10 years building these houses, they're happy they are alive, yet they are sad they lost everything in an instant. Still, once again, resilience and optimism exudes through their worries. "We'll do it again, like we did before: Bit by bit".

Our government doesn't deserve the magnificence of the people that conform this nation. They have never risen to the occasion, and though they had plenty of opportunities, they probably never will.