Lupe: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

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I’m between a rock and a hard place, between the sword and the wall. If I stay here, well, that would be better, but it would be turning my back on my kids. And I cannot do that, because they’re my life. But if I try to go back and they catch me and they keep me in detention for a year, well, I don’t want that either, because then I won’t be able to be with my kids either. So I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m going to do. And to my village, I don’t want to go back there. There’s no work there. It’s only agriculture and there’s no work. So I don’t want to go back there. So I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do. For now, stay here, try to get a job, and try to figure out what I’m going to do. See if I try to cross somewhere else, or find another place. I’m told that maybe if I can go to Canada, I don’t know, I hear there’s opportunities there.

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