“Every time I get into this thing I feel like I'm playing Russian roulette,” says Braulio Aguilar, as he steps up to the driver's seat of his pesero, one of the cramped urban buses so typical of Mexico City's public transport system.
“I'm right here, where everyone gets in. Every coin I touch, every palm I brush, I don't know if it's going to be my last.”
Mr Aguilar, a tubby man with thick greying eyebrows, is one of the many residents of the capital growing uneasy about the risk of infection.
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