Something else.

Previously on All Relative, Defining Diego.

My name's Diego, but I'm from the Sutsu-Heal tribe, so they would call me at Tico.

I give Diego away because I'm a woman

and I can't really teach men's work to the boys.

What are your expectations?

I don't know. I feel like honestly he's a changed dude.

From what to what?

From some hard-ass dude who fought in a war and stuff to just someone who is trying to survive the

everyday life of the economy. The way that international adoptions boomed at their height in

Guatemala is not something that I think anyone who has intimate knowledge of it would

care to repeat given the high levels of fraud and coercion of birth mothers.

I always knew that, you know, when we adopted you, it was a temporary thing.

And then we were going to send you out into the world and you were going to be your own person. I studied abroad in Rome for a year in college.

One of the things I loved about my life there were these epic runs I would take through the city.

I started in Piazza de Popolo, a large round plaza with an Egyptian obelisk in the middle.

Then I sprinted down a side street past the Spanish steps.

I ended at the Coliseum, the most iconic amphitheater of all time.

It made everything seem small in comparison.

My feet pounded against cobblestones, older than anything I've ever known.

In Italy, I didn't have to deal with this forever question of whether I was Guatemalan or American.

There, I just was.

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