I filmed Agua Prieta for over a month back in 2010. I had it in my mind that I would go back and make a much bigger project of it all but in the meantime alot of life came my way and the footage just sat around getting old.
It occurred to me that these stories are time sensitive and need to be released to do any good in the universe. So I swallowed my aesthetic pride and put together what I could to bring you these stories.
The first story contains one of my most favorite humans in it, Hermana Engracias. She is the Catholic nun toward the end. Her and I used to laugh at bad jokes and shoot tequila before heading out to serve migrants frijoles in the border town of Nogales, Mexico. I was worried when I first went out to work for her, after spending a month with wild hippies on a commune in the Ozarks of Missouri I thought it would be boring to work with Catholic nuns. Lord, was I wrong. Never judge a book by its cover and never judge Catholics by the pope.
This last story is from a migrant whose identity will be limited to his mouth. This story is more popular then the Migrant tales story because everybody wants to hear about the horrible Zetas. Thats youtube for you. I tried to put his story into the whole schibang but I didn't want to edit him as his story holds strength in entirety.
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