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Ferrocarriles Nacionales de México (National Railways of Mexico) locomotive #1185, with passenger and freight cars, stops at Tapachula (Veracruz), Mexico. December 29, 1959
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betoqa · 2 years
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Nuevos destinos, nuevas aventuras #TAP #Tapachula #JRS #JRSMéxico #WithRefugees (en Aeropuerto Internacional de la Ciudad de México) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjQKg-qOG1i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mexicodailypost · 6 months
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A caravan with more than 4,000 migrants leaves Tapachula
The large group of people seeks to reach the center and north of the country after living in the border city of Chiapas without access to basic needs A caravan with at least 4,000 migrants left this Monday from the Bicentennial Park of Tapachula, in the State of Chiapas, according to several NGOs. Organizations such as Doctors Without Borders (MSF) had already denounced in September the poor…
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alertachiapas · 1 year
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Fiscalía ha aplicado 35 mil 300 pruebas de alcoholímetro en 2023
Como resultado, detectó a 454 personas que no fueron aptas para conducir y 34 fueron puestas a disposición.
Como parte del programa integral de prevención que se impulsa en la entidad, la Fiscalía General del Estado (FGE), informó que durante la implementación del Operativo Interinstitucional Alcoholímetro, del primero de enero al 23 de abril del 2023, se han aplicado un total de 35 mil 300 pruebas, en los municipios de Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Palenque, Chiapa de Corzo, San Cristóbal de Las Casas, Comitán,…
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rpm9aauvvjkhg · 1 year
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elcorreografico · 1 year
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El tapón del Darién: una odisea para miles de personas hacia una nueva vida
#Mundo #Sociedad #Política | #EltapóndelDarién: una odisea para miles de personas hacia una nueva vida
Todos los inmigrantes de América del Sur que quieren llegar a Estados Unidos tienen que pasar por el tapón del Darién. Al llegar a la frontera entre Colombia y Panamá la carretera se termina y empieza el Darién, una odisea de kilómetros de jungla. Según las autoridades panameñas, en 2021 más de 130.000 personas hicieron la ruta, de los cuales 19.000 eran niños. Muchos de los inmigrantes que se…
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post-leffert · 2 years
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Tapachula, Mexico (Apr 1st 2022)
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dominiopublco · 2 years
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Otro caso de intoxicación en secundaria de Chiapas; ahora fue en Tapachula
Otro caso de intoxicación en secundaria de Chiapas; ahora fue en Tapachula
Es el cuarto caso de este tipo en el estado en tan sólo unas semanas; aún no se sabe qué les provocó malestar a los adolescentes (more…)
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todocubaonline · 2 years
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Tres cubanos son detenidos en el Aeropuerto de Tapachula con 50 mil dólares
Levaban tres paquetes cuya procedencia no declararon.
Tres cubanos, dos mujeres y un hombre, fueron detenidos en México en el Aeropuerto Internacional de Tapachula con 50 mil dólares en total. De acuerdo con El heraldo de Chiapas, los cubanos llevaban entre sus pertenencias 50 mil dólares en tres paquetes; dos de 17 mil y uno de 16, sin embargo, no pudieron comprobar su procedencia. Las autoridades se percataron del nerviosismo de los extranjeros…
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marioagarduno · 2 years
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324 km de distancia desde #Tapachula y unas 8 - 9 horas de viaje por carretera se encuentra Ciudad de Guatemala primera parada en donde tomaremos "la burra" para ir a #panajachel Guatemala es un país altamente sísmico porque se encuentra en una zona donde interactúan 3 placas tectónicas la Norteamericana, Caribe y Cocos. 1) Palacio Nacional de la Cultura se construyó entre 1939 y 1943 construido de concreto y ladrillo revestido de piedra que ha tomado un color verde con los años, su diseño es ecléctico y neoplateresco, simétrico, con tres niveles y un patio central, inspirado en el Palacio de Monterrey de Salamanca y en la fachada principal del Colegio Mayor de San Ildefonso de la Universidad de Alcalá. Dentro del edificio se encuentran murales del artista Alfredo Gálvez que muestran una reseña del país desde la época colonial hasta la independencia. (Lamentablemente no pudimos conocerlos porque estaba cerrado) 2) La catedral de Guatemala fue construida entre 1782 y 1815 sus torres fueron completadas en 1867 con un diseño neoclásico. A lo largo de los años ha resistido varios terremotos debido al espesor de sus paredes y columnas de más de un metro de grosor aunque si ha sufrido algunos daños por ejemplo en 1917 se cayó la cúpula y el 4 de febrero de 1976 pero ha sido reparada. 3) "las burras" los camiones típicos Guatemaltecos que se parecen a los camiones escolares de las películas estadounidenses pero tuneados, llenos de color, personalizados con gráficos, colores y sobre todo equipo de sonido para disfrutar durante varias horas musica regional #mexicana en algunas otras ocasiones musica cristiana o bien #pop esperaba escuchar más #Arjona pero parece que se ha perdido la costumbre :( 4) Terminal de autobuses a dónde llegamos de la empresa Cristóbal Colón y tuvimos que esperar un par de horas para que saliera el sol y pudiésemos caminar por la ciudad de Guatemala . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #igers #guatemala #fronterasur #sur #sky #lavidaesunpicnic #paisaje #vulcano #eclectico #eclectic #historiccenter #building #edificio #plateresco #iglesia #neoclasico #cdaguatemala #cityphotography #travelguatemala https://www.instagram.com/p/CfMn-jbOlfB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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noticieropoblano · 2 years
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Los Ángeles Azules regresan a los escenarios con nuevo sencillo.
Los Ángeles Azules regresan a los escenarios con nuevo sencillo.
Después de dos años sin presentaciones desde Iztapalapa vuelven los Ángeles Azules a los escenarios, en este regreso vienen presentando un nuevo sencillo “Esa Parte de Mi”.Tapachula, Chiapas, es el lugar que marcará su regreso con el inicio de su gira “De Iztapalapa Para el Mundo”. También este es el regreso de los conciertos por parte del Patronato de la Feria de Tapachula. Siguiendo todas las…
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betoqa · 2 years
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Aún en la bruma, se observa la sutileza de la luz para delinear formas y su capacidad para darnos guía #travel #tap #tapachula #aeromexico #aircraft #airplane (en Aeropuerto Internacional de Tapachula) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjsyR20O1Lu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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noticias360 · 2 years
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Esta noche migración realiza redada contra migrantes en hoteles Tapachula, Chis. (Balance México 04 Junio 2022).- #AlMomento el @INAMI_mx saca de hoteles donde se hospedan migrantes en espera de su cita y continuar con sus trámites migratorios en #Tapachula, las redadas continúan contra los extranjeros previo a la caravana que saldrá el próximo 06 de Junio. (en Tapachula, Chiapas, México) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeaR_eKO2j2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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alertachiapas · 1 year
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Destaca Chiapas dentro de Ayuntamientos mejor aprobados en México
Según la evaluación del mes de febrero de Demoscopia Digital -casa encuestadora que se denomina líder en Latinoamérica- Tapachula en la pasión número 18 de 210. De acuerdo a la casa encuestadora Demoscopia Digital -que realiza estudios de opinión pública, la presidenta municipal de Tapachula, Rosa Irene Urbina Castañeda, ocupa la posición número 18 de 202 en el Ranking Nacional de los alcaldes…
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enlacedelacosta · 2 years
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Separa INM de sus funciones operativas a agente migratorio que agredió a un periodista en Chiapas
>>Los hechos ocurrieron el jueves pasado, cuando el agente migratorio empujó al periodista, mientras este intentaba cuestionar a la delegada del INM
>>Los hechos ocurrieron el jueves pasado, cuando el agente migratorio empujó al periodista, mientras este intentaba cuestionar a la delegada del INM (more…)
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mxmoth · 1 year
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Well obviously Juan/Frankie and #16....
#16 Trying to fulfill their wishes
The house had never been this full before, not even at the height of rodeo season when it was filled with cowboys trying to save a few bucks by avoiding the hotels. Among those presently in attendance were the Padre and a number of his flock, a scattered few missionaries from Charleston, honored guests from Starfall, and complete strangers who had simply heard of the meeting through whispers. Despite the size of the ranch, for one weekend every bed, sofa, and safe patch of floor had been claimed.
If that was the only thing pressing into the back of Frankie's skull, it would have been a hell of a lot easier to cope with, but that sharp spike of anxiety twisted and dug a little deeper yet. They had retreated to the kitchen, as far away from the noise of conversation as they could get while still technically being present. The edge of the counter dug into their palms, a tight knot of heat had begun to burn between their shoulderblades, and counting the dimples in the terracotta tiles just wasn't distracting their racing mind the way they wanted it to.
And yet, they managed to find themself distracted all the same.
The touch, gentle as it was, that fell against their shoulder gave them a start. A wave of hyper-vigilance roared through their body, only to ebb again when they saw who was on the other end of that touch. His smile alone could calm even the most ferocious beast, and theirs had been weak to it for almost two centuries.
"Mi vida," he said softly, his hand soothing down their arm, "you look troubled. Unburden yourself."
With anyone else, that would have been an astronomical request; but with him, it felt effortless. They released their iron grip on the countertop, watching the imprint fade from their palm in a breath, then wound their arm around his waist to curl the bulk of their body into his. They had to stoop to rest their cheek against his shoulder, but it was worth it for the way his arms wrapped around them, sheltering them, molding their forms together.
"Some of the best minds in our world," they started, a waver to their usually smooth drawl, "scientists, scholars, philosophers... all of them in my living room. And I feel woefully out-classed."
"Out-classed?" he repeated, pulling back a little to look at them. He reached up and took their jaw in both large hands, "Mi corderito, they're here because you called them here. I didn't do that, Padre didn't do that. You did."
They dragged their lower lip between their teeth and nodded, accepting his response even if they didn't fully understand it - they couldn't fully settle the knowledge within themself. But they trusted him and that was the only thing that had ever truly mattered. Everything else would eventually turn to ash, but the two of them had been born from the same star. If he said it was so, then it was so, regardless of their own fears.
With a soft sigh, they leaned in again and thumped their forehead against his shoulder. He chuckled and braced one arm around their shoulders again, fingers sliding up into the back of their hair, gripping softly, anchoring.
"It's a lot," they muttered.
"It's meant to be," he replied. "If it were easy, everyone would do it, and then it wouldn't mean anything. But you have to listen to that feeling..." he snaked a hand between their bodies and tapped his fingertips against their sternum, "the one right here. It's a gift that we can feel it at all. Now," he leaned back, kissed their forehead, and disentangled himself from their limbs. "I'm going to make you a drink and you're going to go talk to your guests. The sooner you charm their wisdom from them, the sooner they'll leave."
They couldn't help but smile at that, and the way a few simple moments with him could calm the raging storm within them. While he made his way to the cabinet to pull down a couple of glasses, they drew their hand through their hair and straightened the cuffs and lapels on their too-large flannel. Unlike most nights, Frankie wasn't armored in black-on-black, leather, and heavy makeup. Their face was bare save for a collection of delicate piercings, and they had clad themselves in well-worn jeans and one of Juan's old shirts. Barefoot, comfortable, in staunch opposition to the idea that they had to dress up or make a certain kind of impression in their own home. But the idea of going out and mingling with ages-old academics made them wonder if maybe they should have put in a bit more effort.
Wherever that thought was going, it was halted by the scent of tequila wafting across the span of the kitchen. A few seconds later, Juan was handing them a cut-crystal glass, sending them off with a symbolic show of humanity and a pat on the backside.
Much as they wanted to drag him along with them, they squared their shoulders and started out of the cool sanctuary, winding through the dining room and towards the living room where most of their guests had gathered. They had every intention of making their way over to a cluster of sofas on the far side of the space when a voice from just behind them stopped them in their tracks.
"A moment, child, if I may impose."
Frankie turned on their heel and looked around, seeing no one until they glanced down at an armchair just to their left. Looking back up at them was a face that Murnau himself couldn't have invented in his most unsettling nightmares. It should have taken them off-guard; it didn't.
"No imposition," they answered, lingering where they stood for a moment before settling down in the chair opposite him. The fireplace blazed in front of them both, casting his pale flesh in a golden light, lending warmth and gentleness to what might have ordinarily been horrific. "What can I do for you?"
He smiled, an uncanny expression on a Nosferatu, but one that Frankie found absolutely fascinating. "I suppose I should offer you an apology first, I arrived uninvited."
Frankie snorted, "I've always said the most interesting guests are the ones who ain't got an invitation."
"How like your progenitor," he offered. "I admit, when I heard that there was someone trying to make an open secret out of campfire tales, I was intrigued. And the more I heard, the more intrigued I became. I had to come and meet the Boogeyman myself."
They laughed. "I'm only the Boogeyman if you're a bull," they said, leaning back in their chair and balancing their glass on one denim-clad knee so as to not ruin the leather chair. "And I certainly didn't give myself the nickname."
"No," he hummed, "no... But there are a number of our kind who might echo it if they learned what you were doing here. Which is exactly why I support it." He paused briefly, letting his gaze linger on the flickering flames in front of them, slipping off to another world for just long enough that Frankie could bring their glass to their lips and wallow in the burn of alcohol. "I brought you a gift," he continued, gesturing vaguely with spindly sharp-nailed fingers towards the back hall. "I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of leaving it in your sire's office, but I thought you might find it interesting when you're finished with these clucking cultists and con men. No cost," he added, as though anticipating the question that may follow.
But Frankie merely replaced one inquiry with another. "Why?"
"I find it interesting," he shrugged. "I want to watch your progress. It's been decades since anyone has really tried to find their way to Golconda and you may just be closer than any of those other fools."
Their brows furrowed a little, and they brushed a lank curtain of hair away from their face. "How so?"
"Perhaps it's an unintended gift of your bloodline, of your embrace; perhaps it's been cultivated with some unwitting intent. I could only guess. But you possess a unique spark of humanity that evades so many others searching for the path."
His gaze shifted past them, over their shoulder, back in the direction they had come from. Frankie twisted and followed that line of sight, catching a glimpse of Juan leaning against the archway from the kitchen, watching them. That feeling of safety washed over them again and without having to ask for clarification, they simply understood.
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