Pictured here are some young men from our neighborhood, including a brother-in-law in my family. I’ll call them the backstreet boys, though in rural El Salvador, they’re more back-road boys; but teenagers all the same, who share the same energy and sentiment as teens worldwide.
9 neighborhood boys are seen in this picture, taken a good five years ago. 4 out of 9 have migrated to the United States at one point; of those, 3 are there now.
Of the 6 currently here in El Salvador, 3 are working nearby (2 at a corral, 1 at a bank, with hopes of career ascent). 3 of the remaining 6 here in El Salvador are currently unemployed.
Migration patterns like this are prevalent in our neighborhood; every family has at least one family member in the United States, if not several. Almost everyone I talk with has someone in their direct family in America. Anyone who doesn’t comes from a very small family or is a single mother, whose abandoned child is likely – you know where – in the U.S.!