In 2017 I went to a very small town called Juluchuca in Guerrero, Mexico, the most dangerous state in the country on that year. My job was to teach children and teenagers and work at an organic farm. Every morning I’d see the sunrise and the dogs playing with a coconut shell. In the afternoons, my landlord would come with freshly picked coconuts from the backyard and open them with a machete, exactly at 5 pm, pigs and chickens would gather around my house to feast on the leftovers. This sensation of peace was contrasted with black polarized trucks pulling in my driveway, Narcos hiding from the feds and later on with the dead of my closest friend there. In this piece, I wanted to showcase the photos I took during this period in contrast with the drawing of my 1st and 2nd year of elementary school students, as a tribute to the children lost on the war on drugs in Mexico since 2012.