A friendly Border Patrol agent, who has just lit up a cigar, is pointing across the international boundary to Nogales, Sonora. He says that these are the places where “lookouts” are watching him and other agents of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. I look through the bollard-style border fence, reinforced steel poles placed side by side, and squint to see the multitude of buildings and houses on the Mexican side, many crowding to the border fence. I don’t see the people that the agent is referring to.
“Wherever we move they know,” the agent, dressed in the typical forest-green uniform, says pointing at his eye. “If we move to another place, they will know.”
I look, but all I can hear is the sound of children’s voices.
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