"You get hundreds of peons arriving here every day, dreaming of getting rich on the other side. They get as far as the fence. You see them looking through like street urchins staring through the gate at some fancy party at a rich kid's house."
—Ernesto Barberi, manager of the Baja Inn,
Tijuana It was just before midnight when the helicopter spotted a group of people scrambling over the hills just east of Chula Vista, Calif. The big bird, working its spotlight, moved back and forth over an area lined with ragged footpaths as...
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