According to press reports, more than 53 people were killed in Ciudad Juárez between last Thursday and Sunday.
There were 14 homicides on Thursday, 20 on Friday, 19 on Saturday and three on Sunday. Considering that each of these murdered people could have had an average of 10 family members, the result is more than 530 people overcome by grief in one weekend.
If those deaths had occurred because of a natural disaster–an earthquake, a flood or a fire–any city would be in shock. But that was not the case in Juarez.
On Thursday, for instance, I went to Juarez to attend the opening of an art exhibition at the Archeological Museum of El Chamizal. The gallery was not full, but a lot of people showed up to see “Ciudad de Arena y Sangre,” a collection of paintings about the violence in Juarez by artist Gildalorena Martínez.
The artist was really grateful to the people who showed up not just because they were there to appreciate her work, but also because they dared to go out of their houses at night, taking all the risks that this implies in the most dangerous city of the world.
But people do that often. Life continues even in the most dangerous situations and it couldn’t be other way.
On Sunday, I also went to Juarez to meet a friend. We went to Pueblito Mexicano, a traditional restaurant in the city, and the place was packed. We waited 20 minutes to get a table to have breakfast. After that, my friend gave me a tour to some of the areas of the city that I have never been to before on the southeastern and southwestern borders. Throughout the tour I saw entire families eating and playing in public parks, young people playing their favorite sport in public courts, people riding bikes, some others running along the Río Bravo (Río Grande). It looked like any other city in the world where nothing terrible breaks the calm every single day.
Certainly everybody in Juárez is aware of the dangers of the city. I’m sure that everybody is afraid of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would guess that most of the people live with the fear of being touched by the violence. But they have to live their lives and they have developed strategies to live a regular life. They don’t have any other choice.
As the Japanese learned how to live under the threat of falling bombs during WWII, as the Iraqis and the Middle-Eastern people have learned how to live with potential suicide-bomber attacks, the Juarenses have learned how to live with the narco-violence and how to maintain a regular life amidst all of the tragedy.
The emotional cost of that adapting is still to be determined, but besides that, it is admirable to see people determined not to give up and rejecting the idea that the fear of death will control their lives.

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