I was disappointed to miss the 2010 US Census. I wanted to be counted. Thankfully Mexico is willing to count me in their census. This afternoon when I opened the MCC office door, I feared it was one more person trying to sell me something. The census worker quickly showed me his official badge and asked if I lived here. Here was my chance. I decided that I had spent enough nights at the MCC office to qualify with a “yes” answer. The questionnaire was brief, asking for information related education, religion and the living quarters. In less than five minutes, our interview was over. I was counted.
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