This is a play about power, priviledge and ignorance. A juxaposition should be felt between the living and the dead, the victims and the victimizers, between knowledge and ignorance. The atmosphere should feel hostile, like a ticking time bomb, a place where death is just around every corner. No crime that happens here is pretty, regardless of how morbidly romantic the setting can be. Why have all these women died, and why does the death of one glorified woman feel like the solution? The women of Juárez are in war, and they will be condemned to this battle scene until they are put to rest.