I come from Guatemala and I’m heading to New York. Everything that I’m going through right now is like an adventure. I’m not getting too worried about anything. I’m in it as an adventurer. I’m experiencing different countries, going to different states in Mexico, and seeing different places. I don’t see it as something to be scared of, but as an adventure. I left my country almost a month ago. And look, I’m okay, nobody has robbed me, I haven’t been hurt, and I’m here at the border now.
My work starts at 8 in the morning. I sweep the floor, and sweep the sidewalk in front, so that this place is clean and with dignity, so that the migrants can come and be happy here when they enter the Comedor. I’m the one who does the maintenance, the painting, I clean the toilets, I fix the bathrooms. I like my job. All I want is safety for the migrants here. Here I’m guarding the door. This is my job. It feels really good, I’m in charge of the door to keep this a safe place for the migrants. Saying no to somebody who is not a migrant, denying them food, feels really bad.