Personal Narrative: The Man Behind A Barbed Wire

In this photo, including myself, there are five people. I am on the far left, and one of the four persons on the inside of a barbed wire gate located at a motel about thirty miles south from Tegucigalpa. I carried a large bottle of water and wore an aged Redskins’ football t-shirt. These four people on the inside of the gate are in their night wear and etc. The one person behind the gate is wearing semi presentable clothes (a tucked in blue collared shirt, a buckled white pair of cargo shorts and sneakers). The woman wearing glasses whom is next to myself was the oldest out of the five in the photo. Her name I cannot recall. The boy facing her is named, John, who was the same age myself then. Behind John, stood Jake, and he was the second oldest at least two or three years ahead of John and I. The boy behind the gate was David.
A part of the focal foreground is the gate that the group and I are leaning upon. It reached about 6’1’’~ approximately, and is topped with heavy industrial barbed wire. Some unnoticeable things in this photo are that it was after 1am and I was up most of the night. John was woken up minutes before this picture, and the woman in black and Jake were coming back from the store a block down. Another thing is that this was David first picture with people that weren’t his family (and he had maybe two family photos). David came to the gate around 1am to see if we were up to play soccer. My group had just come back from exploring waterfalls for nine hours of the day, and were still beat. He came by the gate many times during the day when we were out or not to play some more. The place we stayed at was one of the many gated housing in the area. The security guard, Dennis, who took this photo was in his fifties, and watched over us and the gate every night. This particular night we bought him a case of his favorite brand of beer and Choco-bananas down the