Crossing the Line
This was the border at Acuña/Del Rio this morning when I crossed. The Border Patrol officer asked me the same questions that they all ask everyday-Where are you coming from,where are you going,what state is your plate from,what are you doing in Mexico,are you going back to Georgia, what´s in your trunk,can you open it please? Not necessarily in that order or all the above,but pretty nearly true to the script.
Do I answer all of them-no. Do I open my trunk so they can get a whiff of our dirty laundry? Yeah! I mean why not just ask me where the dope is hidden and how many undocumented I have hiding in the trunk and under the chassis? I have too grin and bear it! Perhaps I should try to smuggle in a load of tacos ,assorted kinds of course.Chicharron,asada,barbacoa,pastor,to name a few! The dogs would go crazy!!
Yes,I go across to do my wash and shop for things like Parmesan cheese,real donuts,and other assorted goodies we can´t get in Mexico.I keep an address in Texas so I can work(if I ever find any in the podunk town of Del Rio) and make my car payment. I buy my gas en el otro lado,the US. I bring back Churches and Burger King for Miguel. I´m grateful that we are on the border,but I miss Salamanca ,Guanajuato because I love the centro and the tianguis,all the old churches and our old neighborhood,even the rancho that Miguel grew up on.
It´s not so hard on me because I know I can go to Atlanta anytime I want or need too. Or anywhere in the states for that matter. Its different for many of my ¨sisters¨South of the Border¨ tho. They live in places where it is difficult to get the goodies we on the border can easily purchase. They are raising their children far from family and what they are used too.Some of them have health issues and their husbands are struggling with displacement as well after having lived and worked in the states that have become their home.
But wherever we are ,we make the best of it. We face each day with hope and strength and joy. We learn and thrive. I am so very thankful for these other women who are my sisters in deportation! We share our knowledge,experiences and wisdom; our joys, and heartaches.We pray for each other and lend our shoulders to cry on,and reach out to support each other.
So as I head back across I just hope the wait on the bridge isn´t so long.But if it is,Iĺl have my book,my Cheetos,and a Diet Dr.Pepper to make the wait pleasant. Ill get my pesos out to get something for dinner tonight.Yes dinner will be from the southside this time. And all the time thank my Father for all He has blessed me with!