"The morning Pedro Lorenzo Concepcion arrived in Cancun turned out to be a hot morning, hotter than any he'd experienced in Miami, even hotter than any he remembered from his years in Cuba. He disembarked a bus at the ADO terminal, but unlike the rest of the passengers he was not an enthusiastic vacationer in the tropics. Pedro was here to stay."
"He had been deported from the United States to Mexico and was completely disoriented. Using the phone he'd bought at a gas station, he called his wife in Florida. His voice cracked. And what am I going to do here now? He was wearing black pants, a black sweater, an Adidas cap, and sneakers whose laces had been removed by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officers."
"Once in Mexico, his belongings were returned to him, and so on September 14, he was wearing exactly the same clothes he had worn when he showed up at the ICE offices in Miramar, Florida, on July 8. He only emerged to become one of the first inmates at the newly opened Alligator Alcatraz detention center, a migrant's nightmare. Not knowing which way to go in Cancun, Pedro set out walking for a few blocks."
Pedro Lorenzo Concepcion arrives in Cancun after deportation from the United States, overwhelmed by heat and disorientation. He calls his wife from a gas-station phone, voice cracking with uncertainty about his future. ICE returned his belongings but had removed his sneaker laces before deportation, and he remains dressed in the same clothes he wore to ICE on July 8. He becomes one of the first inmates at the newly opened Alligator Alcatraz detention center. While wandering lost in Cancun, Pedro unexpectedly reunites with Gustavo, a fellow deportee he knew from serving a three-year sentence at Everglades Correctional Institution.
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