The border itself has a power that manifests itself differently for all who view it. It was the parting thought Alex left us with as we said our goodbyes drenched in the San Diego sunset. For him, the border will always be magical realism before his eyes, a piece ripped out of Gabriel García Marquez’s...
I walked into the Miami airport and bumped into a circle of teenagers with huge duffle bags who were dressed funny. I figured – well, this is probably the group of people I’m going to be spending 24/7 with for the next 2 weeks. I observed them for a second and they were playing cards,...