It’s a new year, but everything feels the same
3 min readJan 8
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Sitting in a café just south of the US-Mexico line, listening to what sounds like Spanish jazz, it’s 7:45 a.m., the morning is cold, the clouds are low, and familiar faces stand in line for their morning brews. A new year is here. Everything feels the same.
I can hear what sounds like familiar conversations. A man named Pancho sits directly in front of me in the only seat at the end…