"Excuse me," the young Border Patrol agent interjected, "but did you give or receive anything through the fence?"
"Yes," and then pausing I replied, "I gave and received a handshake."
"Well, my supervisor would like to speak with you. You'll have to wait right here."
"Right
here" was alongside the segregation wall of exploitation and fear built
by my government. As I waited, I reflected on what had happened just
before this fraternal act.