“Watch children!” – so warns a rusty sign on the dusty gravel road. But children have not been taught in the red school building in Lochiel in lonely southern Arizona for a long time. “We were eleven at the time – all in one room,” remembers George Lorta. The 68-year-old often returns to the deserted western town in the middle of the prairie of the San Rafael Valley. “It’s incredibly peaceful,” enthuses the weather-beaten man in jeans, a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat.
