Kelly Hearn

It was several days after the deaths in Bagua, and we were in a tiny car flying down a washboard gravel road—some left-of-nowhere oil company throughway punched into the Peruvian Amazon—when the paramilitary cops flagged us down. Ever [...]

(Atossa Soltani) “We wait until the sun comes up,” Alcides said. “Ivochote?” “Across the bridge. There. Better to sleep now.” At daybreak we got our bags and walked with the natives toward the sound of the river. They we [...]