The cabbie is concerned

Why this neighbourhood?

It's for drug dealers.

He wants to take us elsewhere.

The community seems gated

Our upcoming host sent helpful messages.

Disembarking, we shuffle down the quiet street with our bags,

A random man directs us to Jejomar's gate,

Men smoke and play cards in a garage

When we give Jejomar's name

they let us in and buzz our host

We wait in the courtyard

Outside his studio apartment

Beside his family's home.

Jejomar laughs when we meet.

He hadn't expected us on his doorstep.

With smiles, our stay begins,

On his cozy couch.