Day 6: Robert
"I don't know why I don't really like it here. It's not home, I guess." That's what Robert told me, decked out in a denim jacket and jeans. He smiled a vaguely crooked smile. "It's not the same as New Orleans, that's my home."
I asked him about what he was eating. It was squares of pita bread with red and pink piles of fish on top.
"Have one," he said. So I did and it was delicious. "That's how we do it down there in Louisiana,." He smiled his brown smile again. I smiled too.