I initially travelled to México to do a story on migration in Saltillo, in the country’s north-west. The day before I was meant to fly there, México City was hit by a 7.1 earthquake. Eerily to the day, it was the 32nd anniversary of the 1985 México City earthquake that left over 10,000 dead. Two hours after paying respect to those who died 32 years ago, the city was now counting the toll from 2017. Never have I seen a city mobilise itself so quickly, ready to assist in any way it could. At the best of times Mexicans know they can’t rely upon their government for much and realising this they took matters into their own capable hands. In the ensuing days large areas of the city became no-go zones, with strips of tape etching out new city boundaries, behind them laying the chaos of September 19.