After walking around downtown for hours, two young Colombian men stood across from the El Paso Chihuahuas baseball team’s stadium, looking for a shelter that immigration officials had mentioned.
A security guard who didn’t speak Spanish grasped their need and pointed towards the convention center.
“We went to a bus station, but there’s no tickets available for three days,” Duvan Avendaño said, hugging his arms to his chest in the freezing temperatures.
No amount is too much to the left.
