April 13th 2006

It´s Wednesday. I´m sat in a jeep parked outside the entrance to a Zapatista community high up on a mountain top about an hour from the nearest large town, San Cristobal.

It´s misty right now. Low cloud is making visibility practically impossible. What am I doing here? Nick, the director of this documentary, is somewhere inside the gates of this autonomous community attempting to negotiate an interview with Commandante David, head of the base. He´s been gone ages now. At least an hour and a half. I’ve seen countless people enter and leave the base through the gates manned by two guys wearing the symbolic and famous black balaclavas worn by the Zapatista movement.

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