There's a song, a very popular salsa song. The guy proposes to the girl. It's no longer until God do us part, it's until the INS do us part. I tell them about the work I do. I've discovered nobody raises their hand.
Nobody raises their hand.
They begin to tell me their family stories. When it happened to them at the bridge, at the checkpoint, to their mother and their father. Oh it was blue. All other uniformed authorities extend from there. It's a predominant experience.