Play #1

My new friend, Andres.

The kindness of this man made me feel good, human. It is no small task to do what we are doing. Yesterday he approached me and asked me about my son and so began the conversation. This is not to say that I haven’t spoke with anyone else here, I have- the kids- wow. However, I would like to talk about this man. Su forma a decir, the way he spoke to me, speaks to me. It was easy. His sweetness reminded me of how I felt in this country long ago, people with open arms. He has been cleaning Play #1 for 30 years. He arrives around 6 and leaves around 12, even though he should “work” til 4. His area is the cleanest, well noted. He earns 11,000.00 pesos a month. You do the math.
I want to know, if I showed up as a stranger, one that clearly sticks out, to the field back in my home town of Bristol, CT, would the maintenance man come up to me and start talking, get me a chair to sit in and look after me? Maybe Matt N.
We stick out, it is very clear we are foreigners. Andres embodies all that is good about this place.

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