Morelos – Mexico Part 1.

During the earthquakes in Mexico in 2017, Morelos was one of the hardest-hit states. Jojutla, Zacatepec, Tlaquitenango, devastated. Schools fell, homes collapsed, medical centers became unusable. With roads destroyed, food and medication couldn’t reach many areas. What struck me most wasn’t the scale of destruction, but the silence. The emptiness carried a specific weight, not absence but suspension. People waiting, not knowing if help would come, or when. Something similar happened in certain areas of Mexico City. The silence at night was eerie, echoey, and the longer we stayed on the streets rolling, the worse it tasted, that quietness, that concrete dust settling in the air. Over time, communities began to rebuild. Not just structures, but rhythm, routine, the small gestures that make up a life. During that period, I met some of the most remarkable people I’ve ever known. People who, despite everything, shared their stories, their food, their homes. What they had left, they offered. Working in documentary, you sometimes learn more about humanity than about the story you came to tell. The camera becomes a way of listening, and when the collaboration between director and DP is right, those moments of unexpected grace find their way into the frame.