“Braden Diotte is hiding in a four-foot, steel, triangular compartment inside a freight train in Tucson, Arizona. The train is stopped, and he’s hunched over his iPhone quietly typing responses to my questions. “…trying to lay low until this or some other train leaves toward
El Paso,TX,” he types.
I am in San Diego in an over-air conditioned office…”
General Manifest, by Braden Diotte