Yesterday I was at the bus station to go to Puebla from Chilpancingo. I chat with a Mixtec Indian going to see his kids and wife in the Mixtec Country of Guerrero.
Honest, he was carrying a big box that looked like a big TV. He works picking berries in California; he showed me the scars in his arms that prove it.
One of his kids was born in the States, but is learning Mixtec with his people near Tlapa de Comonfort. He'd stayed like a year in California, and now he was happily traveling with gifts to see his family.
With my PhD I cannot afford that.
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