The chronicle of days without, days of blood, continues. Armed gangs claim new territorial conquests, burn down homes, stoke bitterness and a flood of hatred rooted in personal insecurities and inner turmoil, driving some to justify the worst and even burn the ashes of places once deemed heritage sites.

People are lost, tearing each other apart, devouring one another, while at the highest levels of the state—caught between comfort and anxiety over the end of an era of indulgence—security promises are once again being served to the nation. The project falls short of the expectations of the suffering men and women in the West and in Artibonite. Above all, judging by the language used, the goal is to secure the country in order to organize elections. In five and a half months.