pre-alejandros broken arm

friday day i started volunteering finally in a centre for immigrants passing through guadalajara. its a days walk between the two stations on either side of guadalajara.
great first day, great volunteers and chatted for a good hour or so with a migrant from guatemala who is allowed access to the centre for more than 5 days as he is waiting for a visa that he is warranted on humanitarian basis because he worked on a ranch for 3 months without pay and when asked for his wage was severly beaten. when he gets it he´s going to head to his favourite place near cancun in mexico. he told me i didnt belive in god because i havent suffered. but then what kind of god requires suffering for revelation.