Conversations with (Guatemalans).

It's interesting what the (Guatemalans) at work spontaneously ask me.

One time one asked me if I had a car or a truck, like he wanted to talk cars.

And one time another asked me if I owned a home, and he said he had a mobile home out on the farther northwest side of the city.

They're all younger, like early 20s, and I feel like this is where they are in their lives, saving money to buy cars and maybe a nice truck and like a home or something, and they want to relate to me on that level.

And, they don't judge me for not being there, and overall they seem decently fond of me, but somehow I get the feeling that at some level they're a bit puzzled at who I am and how I function and how I fit into the world.