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We left, heading towards the main road.
"One more stop," I asked Carlos.
We drove, randomly, towards a partially damaged dwelling.
"What happened here?" I asked.
The family members spoke over each other:
"In November, Camacho sent here several buses full of his supporters, from Potosi. They arrived, and began beating us up, insulting us, killing our animals and destroying our houses. They forced us to our knees, tying our hands behind our backs. They called us the most insulting names. They humiliated us. They said that it is over, that now we will know again where we belong."
I asked Carlos whether he had heard these stories before. He replied, without thinking:
"Of course. You can ask anyone up here, and they will confirm what you just heard."
Before descending to La Paz, in El Alto, I asked Carlos to stop at several places, where in November, dozens of people died, blocking the capital as the protest against the coup, and against forcing Evo Morales into exile.
The bullet holes that damaged the walls were still visible, and they were clearly marked. There were flowers there, where people had fallen. Soon, hopefully very soon, there will be monuments.
The graffiti all over El Alto, spoke clearly and loudly:
"AÃ ±ez, we will fish you off - you coup-maker!", "AÃ ±ez dictator!" and "AÃ ±ez killer!".
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