The central bus stop in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuaha sits on a filthy and noisy corner. It’s a spot for idlers and passengers, but most of all, dozens of men serving as drivers, vendors, and traffic controllers who spend most of their time yelling. It was there that I began searching for Lety, a certain bus driver who’s the only woman working at this stop. The route travels some of the most dangerous areas in the city.
After waiting for nearly an hour, I saw her pull up in her bus, its interior bearing red curtains, the Virgin of Guadalupe swaying above her head. She looked real tough in her tight pants and ponytail, maybe even a little scary, ferrying her passengers like a champ. I told her that her work struck me as very heroic. She laughed at me and said, “Well, get in then. You want to learn about me or what? We have a long way to go.”
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