"Fire! Fire!"
In the camera...
On the border between Salvador and Honduras.
Armed forces recklessly shot at the "crowd" fleeing for their lives.
Crying and screaming were everywhere.
A little girl with braided hair stood by a corpse, crying bitterly. She wore a floral dress, her mother must have loved her very much, her face was covered in blood, and her eyes showed terror.
"This is a massacre, a genocide against civilians!" the Honduran representative stood up and roared loudly, his face flushed, shouting at the people around him, "What wrong did they do? Why are they lying dead in the wilderness? If you're a man, stand up and face them one-on-one instead of hiding behind and shooting at the old, the weak, women, and children."
The Salvadoran representative was sweating profusely, stammering.
Because he couldn't understand why the idiots back home were thinking this way. Weren't they fighting drug traffickers and gangs?
