When Clemente Rodríguez imagines seeing his only son Christian again, he envisions an encounter on a Mexican beach, or a chance meeting on the streets of his home village. Maybe his son will have a beard; after eight years, he’s bound to have changed.
“I tell my wife that when I see him, I’ll have heartache from sheer joy,” says Rodríguez. “When he comes home, I imagine us going to the beach – Acapulco or Cancún – just for fun.”
