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By
Laura Atanacio Edington
Uber Notes
Jose apologizes. His GPS is in Spanish. He offers to change it. He was yelled at yesterday. “Turn that damn thing to English. You’re in America now.” Personally, I prefer to arrive at my correct destination. But to each his own. Land of the free and all that.
Aleksandar is from Serbia. He’s a real estate agent. Boston is expensive. Uber gives him extra cash, and according to some, funds to plan his next terrorist attack.
Mateo is from Venezuela. He sends money home. Four brothers, a mother, countless cousins.
A passport there costs $1000, and America doesn’t want them. They subsist on $2 a month as their leaders are making Venezuela great again.
“Bring us your poor, your tired, your huddled masses. . .” one Uber driver at a time.
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