Here, everybody is suspicious of everybody else. Everyone is scared of being gunned down.

This is the region of La Montaña, located in the Mexican state of Guerrerro, less than 300 kilometers from Acapulco. The person who tells me this has a small office and just hid a gun in between the pages of his newspaper.

It is a violent area, volatile and desperate.

Yesterday, near Aitlatac city, a bus was stopped by a masked gunman; he pulled the driver out and shot him in the head, a police inspector tells me.

I will learn later that the police man is suspected of having tortured a young woman.

In December 2008 I traveled to the region with Amnesty International. I witnessed a terrible situation there, with villages lost in the mountains, where poverty seemed to have almost been engraved in the landscape. Children suffering from malnutrition, adults with no other choices than to migrate north or work with narco-traffickers to barely make a living.

The army is everywhere; it uses the war against the drug cartels as an excuse to terrorize the local population.

I remember Ines. She was raped by three soldiers in 2002 and she has been getting death threats ever since.

I remember Raul, who introduced me to the indigenous community at El Charco. He was kidnapped in February 2009. His dead body was found a few days later.

I remember.

And I will continue to document the reality of this area.

For two years now, the media has been asking me why I am doing this. Why Guerrero when there are so many other stories in the world?

But I want to go back to La Montaña so that we won’t forget that there is a place in this world where people are being killed every day with total impunity.