When I saw Tania Vasquez in April 2013, she sat beside me at a conference in an upscale hotel in San Salvador. When I saw her in May, she lay in a flimsy wooden casket. The top half of the lid was open, so her face was visible through a sheet of glass. She had smooth olive skin, dark mascara, and a small hole where her right eyebrow met the bridge of her nose, where the bullet entered.
February 15 / Mashable