TIJUANA, Mexico — The 30 migrants were huddled under a tree on a cold night as an American government helicopter hovered overhead, its searchlight sweeping the tree’s boughs and the hard earth around it. From where they crouched, the men, women and children could see American soil only yards away, on the other side of the tall border fence separating Mexico from the United States.
They had come to jump the fence. But so many things perplexed them.
What if they got caught? If they did, could they apply for asylum? Would children be separated from their parents? Was it possible to run to San Diego? Who was in that patrol vehicle on the other side of the fence? Were the border guards allowed to shoot them?
[For more on this story by Maya Averbuch and Kirk Semple, go to https://www.nytimes.com/2018/1...aravans-tijuana.html]