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19 Fidelito Haunts Airports In the way plastic bags in shopping carts fix to one wheel, Fidelito wanders through the terminal with his mother, Maria Elena. He leans on windows, presses his palms to the glass, and stares at the engines’ eyes, the way they blur the air with their gaze. His mother drags him by his belt to the baggage claim. Once there, Fidelito sits on the black conveyor belt, goes under the tunnel’s black rubber entrance flap, and says hello to the men on the other side. They are surprised. Fidelito, a boy among suitcases and boxes, chugs along until bright lights spiral and alarms squawk telling him it’s time to get off. On the other side, the newly arrived scan the mouth of the carousel, separated from things they will carry into their houses. Maria Elena waits for her parcel: a disheveled boy clutching a blue suitcase bearing his name. ...

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