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Importance of Exhumations


Berta relates how her youngest son died and describes her wish for his prompt exhumation.


And the other little one, the last of my children, was killed when he was fifteen. His body was left out in the open in La Cañada. A lot of people from here were left out there. There was one who had come from Honduras who they called “El Güerito” because he had blue eyes. He was killed too, in La Cañada. There are at least twenty-five people who died there. The other day, I told María Chichilco, “Look, María,” I said—because there was some talk about exhumations. I think they’re building a church here in El Llano. So I said to Maria, “I’d like to see if Alex’s and Giovanni’s remains can be exhumed.” “No, Berta,” she said, “don’t move them.” “Let’s see how we can get people to help us make them a monument,” “to buy some brick, some cement.” There’s even a few from Honduras who had come to fight here who died in La Cañada. The field at La Cañada is like a cemetery, many people died there. Sometimes they celebrate mass there and a bunch of people attend. I haven’t been there because I can’t take it. I don’t want to see where my children and so many people died.