Jose Antonio was three when his mother died, eight when his father passed away. He was 22 when he began an all-too-familiar and perilous trek, first across Mexico and then on to the US. He loved America, he had often affirmed, even though he had never been there. It was as if he was grateful - in advance - for the dreams that the hankering inspired. Grateful and beguiled. The seduction would soon prove fatal.

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