In That Moment I Knew We Were Lost
At around 8:30pm, on March 2, 2016, Berta Cáceres had dinner with her old friend, Gustavo Castro, at El Fogón, a popular restaurant and bar in downtown La Esperanza. A jumble of historic buildings with terracotta rooftops high in the Honduran sierra, La Esperanza (which translates as “hope”) is a quaint town of 11,000 and among the most peaceful in the country. It was also home to its most famous human rights and environmental activist. Who, before midnight, would be lying dead on her bedroom floor.
