TIJUANA -- The two men could barely communicate. One was a Mexican laborer, the other an American wanderer, neither with any pesos in his pockets. But they bonded, having just gone through similar ordeals.
"The migra got me," lamented the downcast Mexican, using slang for the United States Border Patrol.
"I know what you mean," said the American, sitting on a bench near Tijuana's seedy Avenida Revolución, strumming his guitar in the hopes someone might toss him some change. "I was deported, too."