Sunday night. Dusk. The San Ysidro border crossing car lines moving like slow, methodical worms whose rubber feet advance one at a time, undulating. From where I'm standing, behind the arched emigration office — Mexico’s …
April 27, 1978
Sunday night. Dusk. The San Ysidro border crossing car lines moving like slow, methodical worms whose rubber feet advance one at a time, undulating. From where I'm standing, behind the arched emigration office — Mexico’s …