Others hold out their hands asking for pesos. Old people, wrapped in rags, and suffering from diseases that are peeling their skin, huddle against the shelter of the municipal building, their hands outstretched. A peace must be found. B ishop Ruiz keeps an erratic schedule. In a tiny room behind the altar, people crowd around him.
Cameras flash, and several reporters hold up tape recorders.
Ruiz seems oblivious to everyone but the woman standing in front of him. She is indigenous, dressed in traditional clothing. They are speaking about her marriage. Eventually, Rosie, a family friend who works for the diocese, helps me get the bishop's attention. He says he would be pleased to meet me the following day.