Anapra, Juarez I feel isn’t documented enough. People there live in houses made of cardboard. The streets are dirt. It is like a forgotten part of the world. I don’t, however, feel that I know enough to judge and say that they are unhappy people; some of the happiest people in the world live with less. It did though make me feel very blessed and made me wonder, why was I born here in the U.S. (even though I grew up in Juarez)? Something as life-changing as a border can drastically change the direction of where your life can go. After coming to this insight, all these human constructions, and everything we claim to be ours, became amusing to me. We forget how vulnerable we are to nature; we keep trying to mold and change it rather than adapt to it.