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I can't read much about this kind of thing without getting very sad.

Migrants in Germany Fleeing Poverty Find Only a Ticket Home

And yet I understand it.

We have a similar situation at our border only a few miles away.

I know that right out there, right now, there are "illegals" getting up to do the menial work in the Valley.

Probably a few of them are working for me here in the condo association. Sometimes, they make a kind of overture to say hello or to reach out. I always respond but never stay.

I can't handle it.

This problem of immigration is so intractable, supported by the underground and visible economy. People's lives.

I am the son, eventually, of immigrants. Third generation. Germans. All of them.

The got in, made their way in times that people didn't automatically hate them or push them aside.

I suppose it is the way of the world. And it still makes me sad.