As I walked down the train tracks that bisect the little village of Guadalupe

La Patrona, commonly known just as La Petrona in Veracruz.

Once struck by just the simplicity of the idea that some 30 years ago a couple of sisters were walking home from

buying some groceries nearby and the train came past. So when my sister saw the people were hungry, they realized that they weren't from here,

but rather that they had come here from other countries because of their accents.

And just on impulse, they threw what they were. had come here from other countries because of their accents.

And just on impulse, they threw what they'd bought onto the trade.

Bags of bread and boxes of milk.

They thought, man, I was going to scold them.

But no, my sister said, well, mom, the people on the train were hungry and asked for food.

And my mother said,

it was good that you gave them the bread then.

And we have some other snacks here we can give them too

Then my mom went out and bought the bags and told us make rice make beans make scrambled eggs and we'll make tacos And that's what make

beans scrambled eggs and we'll make tacos.

And that's what was done. We've made 30 portions of food which went very quickly because in those days

there were lots of people on the trains. So my mom said there wasn't enough

we had to get organized and make more food. And it's in that tiny little

trajectory that the women of

Paterranas, the volunteers and and normal,

must sprint out to these tracks and with wheelbarrows of bottled water and

scores of plastic bags of food and throw them on to show the traveling migrants just a

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