Love in the time of deportations
Esther writes on “A Broken Heart”:
“She just left me. Just today. So all of a sudden I am going home to Guatemala.” Silence for a bit. “She was legal in the US. Is. When she goes. She has more money than I do. She wants me to go back.”
“But you can’t.”
“No. It’s different these days. The police, you know, they come after us. I can’t get a driver’s license. So many police now.” Another pause. “When you get sent home, you can’t go back. If you get caught, you go to jail.” He shrugged his shoulders, smiled a bit. “She’s really beautiful.”
“How long were you , you know, together?”
“A year.” Another shrug. “But she doesn’t really love me. It was for fun, for her, going with me. Now it’s not fun anymore. She tried to be nice. She got me a permit to work here. in Mexico. In Xalapa. But I don’t want to stay here. It all looks ugly here now. I want to go back to Guatemala. She’s going back to Minneapolis. She wasn’t even going to stay here with me.”
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Thank you, Richard.
Plus what a great title!