Description: by Michael Seifert, 35 years of living on the Texas/Mexico border
Three weeks ago I spoke with a woman via my computer.
She was Haitian, with a name so sprinkled with vowels that it sounded to me like a springtime melody.
This was November, though, and Guernais had been in a Mexican border town named Reynosa since way before last spring. She had travelled a very long way to get to Reynosa. From her home in Haiti (burned down by the local gang), to Columbia, on foot up through the deadly Darien Gap , and up through Central America and Mexico.