The scene ahead is as surreal as the rest of my trip, there are dozens of men bathing in the river, they come from all over South and Central America, on their way to the U.S looking for a better life, there is fear in their eyes, and although they all seem to be doing well, not one of them in unaware that crossing the border could cost them their life, they bathe, smoke, drink, and wait for the night train to hitch a ride up through Mexico and to Tijuana.



I meet Vianey and we go to our corner, she gives me a sweet letter, we buy a lime posicle and talk. There are too many people out today, any one of them could be military, we go somewhere more quiet, a small alcove between two old houses, theres some kids playing football so we move again and go under the bridge to make out.

I walk her home, its hard to say goodbye, a final peck and our outstretched arms touch until its just our fingertips, I leave in the rain, whistling 'Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be will be..' as I go.