His hand had been hastily and roughly bandaged. Isabella spoke to him angrily.He hung his head. Then he spoke loudly first in Italian and then in his ...halting English. Bobbi verified that the English was approximately the same as the Italian. He said, "I have made a terrible mistake. First, I made funny of a good man. When his sister who I love corrected me, I became mad and started to lay hands on her. She knocked me down. Then she wounded me out here. She could have killed me either time.. But that didn't prepare me for what I found “south of the border”.I had flown down to San Diego for a short vacation with an old friend from the Bay Area. He already had some experience with the girls across the border, so I let him be my guide.As we drove down to the border and were crossing it, my friend kept emphasizing that Tijuana is not in the United States, that it was in a different country, so I must remember that my rights as an American mean little down there. This was good advice. ." You just back me up. You don't want to be known as someone who doesn't back-up his oppo!"Back at the station I was processed by the Custody Sergeant. W.P.C. Graham made her statement. Connors' contribution consisted of "yes" at the appropriate moments. I was placed in a cell and told I had to wait for the doctor, but as it was shift change-over he might be a while. All my attempts tell them about the children were ignored.I felt I had been in the cell for hours when the door opened and a. And, there’s little grains of something on the bottom. I bet, if that’s skin, the granules are salt.”“So we just shake some salt in there?” I asked.“I don’t know if that would work. It might have to be the salt our bodies excrete,” said Ravi.Damn, it was good to have a bona fide intellectual in the group. “Jimmy, where’s your knife?” Ravi asked. Jimmy handed over the little pocket knife. Ravi took it and scraped his finger. We could see some stuff on the blade.“There, that’s skin and,.