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February 27, 2003
GUATEMALA CITY -- Standing in line at the airport, Marco Aurilia could almost hear his family and friends' stomachs growling.
The 44-year-old electrician knew that a five-hour plane ride away in North Hollywood, Calif., two generations of illegal Guatemalan immigrants had gathered and that neighbors from El Salvador had dropped by bearing Budweiser and black beans. Everyone was waiting to devour the $100 of fried chicken from Pollo Campero he and his three sons were bringing.
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