"Were you born in this locality?"
He nodded his head again without answering me. It seemed to be an affirmative gesture, but it also seemed to be the nervous head shake of a person who is thinking.
"And where are you from yourself?" he asked.
"I come from South America, " I said.
"That's a big place. Do you come from all of it?"
His eyes were piercing again as he looked at me.
I began to explain the circumstances of my birth, but he interrupted me.
"We are alike in this respect, " he said. "I live here now but I'm really a Yaqui from Sonora."
"Is that so! I myself come from-"
He did not let me finish.
"I know, I know, " he said. "You are who you are, from wherever you are, as I am a Yaqui from Sonora."