nothing was moving. in a place where i had made many friends, and hundreds of photographs, it was many things, but never silent. usually, kids were yelling and playing, women were talking, dogs were barking, cars horns were honking ... but, on this morning, all was quiet. i was surrounded by piles of what, at first glance, looked like garbage, but as my brain started to work, i realized it was piles of corpses. the smell of decay was everywhere, as many of those killed had been dead for over 24 hours, in the september heat.