To abuelita Neli. Saguaros. From the book I made with a counselor my first week of school. Second attempt crossing. El Salvador. On a dirt road uotside Oaxaca. Casette tape. To presidente-elect. Pump water from the well. Instructions for my funeral. Montage with Mangoes, Volcano, and Flooded streets. The pier of La Herradura. Dancing in buses. How to enlist. Documentary. ARENA. ´Don Chepe´. Disappeared. Roftop. This was the field. Politics. Aftermath. For Israel and María de los Ángeles. Crybaby. Abuelita Neli´s garden with parakeets named Chepito. I don´t want to speak of ´Don Chepe´. How I learned to walk. Postpartum. ´Ponele queso bicho´ means put cheese on It kid. Then, I was so. Mom responds to her shaming. Alterations. Aubade. Prayer. Abuelita says goodbye. Let my try again. Citizenship. San Francisco Bay and ´Mt. Tam´. Doctor´s office first week in this country. Vows. Nocturne. Deportation letter. Seeing your mother again. Exiliados. June 10, 1999.

A passenger assistant working in a busy European airport believed he may have transported an unaccompanied minor through customs and delivered her into the hands of sex traffickers He reported his suspicions to the authorities and expected someone else to handle it When nothing was done and he was faced with another unaccompanied minor in similar circumstances he felt compelled to take matters into his own hands He was just an average middleaged service worker with no experience in law enforcement security or a related field to draw from Yet he became an activist operating outside the law to try and prevent traffickers from flying their victims globally upmarketing child sex slaves from third world to first world countries