Palos Mauricio. My perro rano

Deported from London the first time I attempted to enter the United Kingdom, I returned to Mexico, and on my way back, during a stopover in Dallas, I was confined to a cell in the airport. I later returned to England, worked in an Italian restaurant, saved up some money, and traveled. I settled in Madrid and did the same, but I also studied photography a little, and I began to photograph

African and East Indian immigrants.

On my return to Mexico, I learned about the Central American immigrants who are in rehabilitation because they lost limbs after falling off the trains in which they were traveling. When I got to know the border between Mexico and Guatemala, I realized the problem goes beyond the question of a physical frontier and a group of immigrants boarding trains to the United States.