The mighty United States. Practically every one here has at least one relative/friend who has made it to the (supposedly) “good life” on the otherside of the bay or the (in)famous border river, Rio Grande.

It is not hard to imagine that this great quest has generated a whole industry of questionable trafficing services milking hundreds of $$$$ in return of a safe ride to the other side. Stories are numerous. Some people have simply taken a charter bus until the border and with the help of these “experts” crossed the river to the Land of Freedom & Glory. Many are less fortunate and get fished from the river by US border patrol or sadly loose the battle against the harshness of the effort. The border area, so they tell, is isolated with a surrounding desert taking its toll on thousands of hopeful crossers. 

United States seems to be both admired as a place for high standard of living as well as loathed for its mightyness and cultural imperialism. Nevertheless…in this world of scarcity, where only the fotunate few can keep up with the desired lifestyle of many, hundreds of thousands of people keep reaching towards the U$A, their El Dorado.

Ricardo Arjona bittersweetly depicts this hopeful quest of millions of fellow latinos. 

An anonymous comment speaks volumes: “Por favor ya no vayamos a lamber culo a los yankees. Luchemos cada uno en su pais por la puta. No nos vendamos por unos dolares. ok”