9.11.2001

Twenty-five years ago, in the late summer of 2001, Honduras was suffering through a devastating drought. Thousands of campesino farming families scattered throughout the remote mountains had lost their first harvest of the rainy season. They had planted their corn and beans with hope, only to watch the rains never come. They had no harvest, no food to eat, and no seed to plant again. I had only been living in Honduras for about seven months. I had never experienced anything like it.