Running, Borders, and Cockroaches

Running.
Preparing.
Nothing is ever right, but oh well!
The more the merrier.
Cockroaches. Lots of them. Papers. Piles.
Mud, Dust, Dirt.
Cleaning.
Dusting.
Mopping.
mamamamamamamamrahahahahahahahah
I hear.
I laugh inside.
You should do.
I always do....
Don´t get it.
Ha.
Actually, I think I do.

Borders. I = white attraction. Go as I Please.
Danny = quiet native. Not allowed. Dark skinned, can´t pass.
Borders. Colors. Assumptions. Social Norms.

I laugh. Not about this, about other things.
It is really interesting what people say, and then what they actually do.
Learning, growing tougher.
Laugh instead of cry.
Its good.
Pretty ridiculous, but good.

So much more to write about but now I am exhausted.

Yesterday slept three hours to go to the market with Pepe to buy produce for his store. The market never sleeps, and people work their asses off. Literally. Never stops. Always moving. To eat. To live. To survive.

Atole and arroz con leche. Rico. Lack of sleep. Haven´t stopped. But all is well.
Tomorrow we start all over again.
Buenas.