I knew that since Alan had left an open bunk in my cell, I would be getting acquainted with a new cellmate soon. This unit, like most in the overcrowded Texas prison system, doesn't like to keep open bunks long. However, just like when I moved in, I had to wait to see who my new cellie would be. This time I was the one at work all day. It wasn't until I got back form Bible study in the evening that I found out who had moved in.
Juan is a Mexican national who came to live in Austin with his eight (!) brothers. He doesn't speak much English, so communication is not easy. I don't have much Spanish vocabulary under my command, even after my stint with a Mexican cellmate at my last unit. Juan was happy to have a white cellie because he said "blacks are too loud and dirty". Hmm...ooooookay.
I don't know how things will shake out, but it doesn't seem like Juan will be a bad guy to share space with. And really that's the only mandatory for a cellie. It would be nice to have a good relationship but it is not necessary. There are too many wackos in prison to ask for much more than a decent (by prison standards) guy.
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