![]() They wanted tacos with lime juice and cilantro, instead of gringo cheddar cheese, and stores where they could buy cowboy hats embroidered with golden scorpions. In time their habit of customization began to leak into the open air. They pulled doors off the hinges and laid them on foundations of old car batteries to make beds. The ghosts pulled down their kitchen cabinets and put up wire cages for chickens so they could have fresh eggs in the morning. Their money was ghost money, vanishing dollars, born again in another country, called by another name.īut even the lightest footstep leaves a mark. They worked quickly, without complaint, their heartbeats lost in the hum of the tufting machines. They filled apartments along Fifth Avenue and Morris Street and paid the rent on time and fixed their own broken showers because they were too timid to call the landlord, and they obeyed traffic laws while driving to work in their busted-up Geo Metros because they were deathly afraid of police. The government ignored them, as it had the ghosts who brought in the onion crop and built the Olympic village, because there were too many jobs and not enough workers. ![]()
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