I first met my friend, Raúl, on a Sunday morning after Mass. He was very agitated, anxious; he needed someone to explain things to him. Raúl is a fairly vigorous, sixty-two-year-old Mexican immigrant living in USA, who came over the border back in the middle 1980s, when he received a green card during the amnesty of 1986. Despite having lived here for so long, he knows very little English. He lives an austere, solitary life for the most part; most of what little he earns at a meatpacking plant he sends to his sister and brother in Guanajuato, Mexico. Raúl is supremely cautious, and has never had any sort of legal trouble. Hence his agitation.