“I remember the man in the boat. The Guatemalans on the bus. Strangers, but I remember some of their faces. The wrinkles when one of them cried. The people in the boat vomiting on their clothes. Shirts on top of shirts. Sitting on their backpacks like I’m doing now. It’s like they’re still here with us in the back of another pickup. I hope everyone is ok. That they’re in La USA.”