I was in court this morning. I didn’t want to listen to my heart that was trying to tell me something the day before. My lawyer wasn’t present, and the hearing was conducted through a video screen. According to the court’s communication, my lawyer was not there for reasons unrelated to my case, but the judge told me that he had arranged a date for the final hearing on April 29.

The judge asked me if I would like for him to arrange to have an interpreter in my native Mayan language at that hearing. I decided against it and said that Spanish would be fine, since I’m not sure if it might just end up delaying the process. I am not sure how well they deal with these intercultural realities. I respect the U.S. justice system, but it remains so distant from my indigenous community life.

Finally, the judge informed me that we would have a joint communication with my lawyer. I had expected that this hearing would present results from my previous court appearance, or even what had been previously promised, the final ruling or at least a bail amount. However, that was not to be. At least I have another court date scheduled with the immigration judge.