We were fed so frequently that we could not help but wonder how it was possible for them to afford such an abundance of food. At first it was an extreme challenge to understand. We represented the United States of America. In their eyes, we were the reality of hope. They knew, however, the dangers of illegally crossing the boarder to taste their dreams, and they knew of the even smaller chances of avoiding deportation.
Corruption consumes the Mexican government, and the people knew it all too well.
We were the faces of hope to those who dwelled in stagnant despair. To the victims, we were the saving grace. We learned about the Mexican culture, issues surrounding border control, the Immigration Naturalization Service and the unjust system that robs the Mexicans of their dreams and squashes them like bugs. But most of all, we learned about love. We were surrounded by it.