CIUDAD JUÁREZ—Esteban was riding shotgun in his family's rusted teal minivan when his dad, Lorenzo, suddenly stopped the car. It was odd—a vehicle facing the opposite direction blocked their way on the narrow street. They were just four blocks from home. Esteban, who was 6 at the time, with soft eyes and a freckled nose, noticed the glass-strewn pavement first. Next, he saw the vehicle was riddled with bullet holes "this big," he says, peering through a silver-dollar-size circle made with his thumb and forefinger. Last, he saw the two bloodied, dead bodies... More >>>
Childhood in Juárez is often spent hiding behind closed doors, fleeing assassins fire
and seeing ghosts.