And suddenly, we are not in the U.S. anymore, we are in Mexico. Sounds beautiful, no? You say exotic? You say scary?
Suddenly, everything changes, the road, the towns, people's faces.
Lubna "oh ya haram, people seem really poor here". Me "feels like home".
It doesn't feel bad. Just a feeling of deja-vu. Of course, it hurts just as much to see people living in misery, having to do these jobs nobody would or having to beg on the border, but the whole mini-trip to Rosarito and Puerto Nuevo, I was wondering: "how San Diego would be today if it still belonged to Mexico"?