: TIJUANA, 1991
In Tijuana, Mexico, a border town between Mexico and United States,
I saw a group of people climbing over the boundary fence and running beyong it;
I had a conversation with one of those people, a middle-aged man
who looked like a rugby player. He said "I went to America yesterday, too".
"Why don't you go through the proper gate ?" I asked him,
because I knew there was a legal boundary gate about one kilometer from here.
He said, "This way is more fun to me". When I asked, "Are you going to America today ?",
he said, "I'm not sure." But he went running to America in 5 minutes.
in the background....