Railroad through the house. When a train passes through your house

We serve it just for him. For now it is time to resume the journey. Juan Manuel and Jimmy are like Hondurans. They also help and work on harvesting. Both know the Beast well. This is not the first time they have tried to reach the North. You see, it's a machine, it brings a lot of energy.

That's why they put the Beast on him. The Soul of the Beast is the operator. There are operators who want to change the race while waiting for a train. And what they do is use you more, sometimes races that you risk taking. And maybe they will be strong and when they think about it.

They agreed to relieve themselves of local pressure and made the delivery secret. Two years later, Father Hugo came to preside over the fate of the parish and refuge for migrants, when he knew that the area was extorting in exchange for silence, canceled the distribution of products and decided that they would be for the migrants. Requires rest.

The priest's decision unleashed the wrath of those who were enjoying the free pantry and started trouble. There are rumors and gossip in the colony that Hugo's father and his brother are kissing migrant women in the shelter and selling food for personal gain. The voices said that migrants were malicious and attacked, who stole clothes from clothing lines on gas cylinders, who defecated and walked naked on the streets in broad daylight, that Central American women seduced colonial men because they wanted a Mexican husband.

Perhaps they will slip off your feet, and that's where the beast separates them. Kills them, removes several parts of his body. Well, let it not be said that he brings pure iron. There are no more transfer stops. When, sometimes, some race reaches out from above.

To prevent them from being caught, return them to their countries. Well, he must run, run like a mouse and a cat. And if they catch you, then here in Mexico is no longer your country. Some never made it to the border or back. We walked around Guatemala, almost all of Guatemala walks around it.

We are at home, maybe you are working. You look at what doesn't give you a salary. Well, it's already starting, you know what. Because I'll have to go to the other side. To the United States. “Are you going to the United States?” Is this your first time climbing?

All gossip. friendly. The truth is that after the closure of Casa del Migrante, uncertainty grew in dairy products, not migrants, as the patrols that municipal, state and federal police were doing were lifted. The refuge of migrants moved to Huehuetoca. However, migrants still seek refuge in Leheria, where the parish priest of San Jude, Tadeo, still provides food in the mornings. They prefer to follow the train. an approach. José Orlando and Goldiel follow the path behind another group of seven migrants.

They arrive at Calle 11 de Julio and when they see a passerby asking for a coin, after indifference they set off again on the railway. They play in the petitioners the door of the house, which is about 30 meters from the train sleepers, but Temers' song, which sounds at the dances of Tom, fair, prevents his call from existing for the owners who apply.

Did you have any danger? Let's go "goodbye, thank you very much, thank you very much." Thank you. To die in the mountains. The desert does not forgive. And Arizona doesn't go either. It is the destination of a train coming from the south, and it is the port of entry for a train coming from the north.

The small community of Tultitan in the state of Mexico is a must stop on the road to dollars and the American dream. On board this train there is the cold of the night, the hellish heat of the day, constant hunger, extreme thirst and hidden danger, from the fall to the Marano Agency, organized crime or the Mexican police.

Both José Orlando and Goldiel are from the town of Urraco, in the town hall of El Progreso, Yoro, in Honduras, and 10 days ago they left their country to make the long and dangerous journey to the United States. Goldiel and Jose Orlando. Once the money was handed over, he allocated it for the trip: 1,500 lempiras for the family to feed rice and beans for about two weeks and three thousand lempiras to go on an adventure to the United States. For his part, Goldiel visited a winery that sells beans and rice in the city of Urraco.

Tired of the advances and a tiny salary that was not enough to help his parents or raise his family, he warned 15 days ago in his home that he would go looking for dollars and said, “God help you.” He packed two pairs of socks, trousers, T-shirts, a jacket and two thousand lempiras.

Routes of hope. Due to its proximity to industrial areas, the Leheria colony is surrounded by three living railways, and before the construction of the overpass on Calle 11 de Julio, there were moments when the population was stranded for up to two hours, unable to travel to the José López Portillo Road and the Tlalnepantla-Cuauhtitlán Road. Some neighbors jumped among the carriages to leave the colony, avoiding the risk of sudden movement.

In the colony, Central American migrants are commonly seen walking in pairs or in groups of up to eight. They ask passers-by for coins. They touch the doors of houses that are on one side of the route to ask for water or a cue. They go to bed before the sports centenary of the Mexican Revolution.