Wednesday, November 24, 2004, is the day when The Illegal was borne for the second time. It was the day he crossed the border and entered the glorious United States of America. The day his past was erased, and the promise of a new future was on his hands. That day he cried, just like […]Read more "Illegal: A Journal; Ep. 5 Inside"
Monday March 31, 2014 The sirens of a firetruck woke up Art this time. He looked at his phone. It was 9:30 a.m. The parking lot was empty, unlike his bladder, which was begging him to do something about it. Because he was parked at the far corner in the parking lot, he had to […]Read more "The Santa Barbara Diner; Ep. 4 The Crazy Ones"
8:07 p.m. A knock on the door woke him up. He was afraid to open the door, even though he knew someone was supposed to come and pick him up. A second knock. Hesitation is your worst ally when you are about to take a decision that will change the course of your life, a […]Read more "Illegal: A Journal; Ep. 4 Moments of Truth"
It’s been two months since the last time I posted an episode on this blog, and I am deeply sorry I haven’t come back I tell you why. I am not quitting, don’t worry. I still need to learn a lot more and I enjoy the process. I know it seems like I have given […]Read more "I Apologize"
If there had been a way to taste the air he breathed, The Illegal would have claimed it tasted different in Hermosillo, Sonora. It did feel different, no doubt. It was heavier. Colder. He finally accepted that it was not the air, but the anticipation of whatever was to come, what made him feel nervous. […]Read more "Illegal: A Journal; Ep. 3 From Hermosillo To Nogales"
Sunday, March 30th, 2014 4:30 pm It seems as if it will be Art’s ordeal to always work when Tyler and Aaron were on the floor. It’s 4:30, they aren’t there yet, but Art doesn’t think today will be his lucky day. Javier is there, too, but he is the only human being Art doesn’t […]Read more "The Santa Barbara Diner; Ep. 3 Regulars"
They walked out of the building, toward the jet bridge. Many airplanes of different sizes and colors stood motionless, waiting for the passengers to step into them. The sun of the new day was already up, and he realized that he hadn’t slept yet. He wasn’t sleepy, anyways. Everybody stood there, as if waiting for […]Read more "Illegal: A Journal; Ep. 2 The Plane Awaits"