No Borders...

It was the verdant lushness that startled my senses - more than the trepidation of, where were we to live? where to work? what to eat? Exiles become accustomed to those things... But after the desert's barrenness the lone cliffs, endless dust... Trees hued violet, crimson hibiscus, oranges ripe in April, rainbow plumed birds - the colibri and the long-legged, yellow-breasted one, there, in the marshes alongside the Rio - all of them welcomed me to Piedras Negras nature did, when no one, no human would. And this tropical leafiness snakes even, undulating gracefully in muddy water, floating terrapins flittering, chittering finches these things that know no borders... enthrall me in the midst of, despite of, hunger and politics (and those snakes that bear themselves on two legs.)