He looks out at the border and wonders what’s happening in Mexico. The chaos and violence go on. Rafael Caro is dead and Tito Ascensión is the new “godfather,” so brutal and stupid men rule on both sides of the line. But there’s no wall down there, Keller thinks, smiling. And there never will be. A border is something that divides us but also unites us; there can be no real wall, just as there is no wall that divides the human soul between its best impulses and its worst.
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