Liz Gnidovec

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After leaving my car at a secure parking lot ($4 a day), I showed my passport to the US border guard, who asked me my plans for the other side. Business? “Just curiosity,” I said. When he made a disapproving squint, I added, “Don’t you go over now and then?” “Never been there,” he said. “It’s ten feet away!” “I’m staying here,” he said, his squint now suggesting that I should be doing the same.
On The Plain Of Snakes: A Mexican Journey
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