Still, it was a reminder of what Bimbo and I had encountered a million times before because of who we were, how we dressed, and how we looked: someone willing to look down on us while literally holding a fistful of warm shit. Every time Natalia started talking about moving to the States, things like this came to me. I didn’t want someone asking me if I had papers or saying people like me coming over was ruining their country. I didn’t want people mocking Natalia’s accent or mine. I didn’t want to deal with any of that shit.
