THE Mexican BORDER
The border means more than a customs house, a passport office, a man with a gun. Over there everything is going to be different; life is never going
to be quite the same again after your passport has been stamped and you find yourself speechless among the money-changers. The man seeking scenery
imagines strange woods and unheard-of mountains; the romantic believes that the women over the border will be more beautiful and complaisant than
those at home; the unhappy man imagines at least a different hell; the suicidal traveler expects a death he never finds. The atmosphere of the border
- it is like starting over again; there is something about it like a good confession: poised for a few happy moments between sin and sin. When people
die at the border they call it 'a happy death'.
[Edited on 9-28-2018 by Marc] |