RELATOS ATERRADORES DE MIGRANTES / EN LA FRONTERA SE VIVEN HORRORES / L.C.E.

0:17 Hello, everyone. My name is Jaime Carrizo. The experience I want to share with you is along the way. When I emigrated to the United States. I am from Honduras and I had to go through all of Mexico to get into this country. I greet you today from Austin, Texas. Fortunately, I managed to get past this country and I was able to find a new future, which many immigrants cannot do. This experience is during the road, as I told you, it goes through all of Mexico and despite being such a long road and so two hard, I found on the way many people who treated me and my family in a very good spectacular way, I would say. Many offered us food, including lodging. On those cold nights when we were at the border, we were a small caravan. I remember that maybe we were like seventeen or twenty- one people traveling in a group and in this group obviously there were different people of different ages, children, babies, adults and also older adults. I know it' s hard for some people to believe that practically old people want to move to another country,

1:51 but believe me. This happens many times. I think most of the time when these seniors want to move to the United States, it' s not to work, but they already have family members there and for one reason or another, they can' t send money, so they ask their family members, maybe the sick, maybe the elderly, to go over there to pass the country so they can take care of them in the United States. I don' t know if it was the case with these elders. The point is, I saw at least two very old people with us other times.

2:32 It may also be the grandfather or the father who is only leading the grandson or the child. The thing is, there was an old woman, an old woman walking around in a bend and just when we were at the border, a group of maybe activists, people who do charity, I think some religion offered us lodging. The lodging with was of some tents and a portable bathroom, something that I believe we thanked them very much. I remember this old lady walking around and posing next to the portable bathroom. I think we all used it. Now we were only having dinner when my daughter told me she wanted to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was not far away and was even visible as a few feet. I was with my little son and my wife was also with our baby, so I told her to go, but be very careful that we were going to be watching him from here.

3:45 When my daughter went, I only kept my eye on her until she came to the bathroom, but she immediately came back. I asked her she did. I thought I had done very fast. She replied that no, that the old lady who was there had run her, that she was busy. The truth is that you wanted to have problems, so I just let it go and told you to wait about five minutes and ask again. We let about ten minutes go by. Even my daughter went back to the bathroom and came back in the same way. She told me again that that old lady had not let her in, that she had already taken care of it by now. That was a long time, so the third time she was my daughter already in company with me, we waited about ten minutes again, but we didn' t see anyone leave the bathroom. What I thought was maybe she was a little old grumpy, maybe she was upset about everything and wanted to take it out on the kids. It was me in my daughter' s company and when I got to the bathroom this old lady didn' t tell me anything. She was just sitting on a plastic chair and reloading part of her body in the portable bathroom was all falling down with her eyes closed.

5:23 My daughter came in, did what she had to do and then came out and just when she closed the bathroom door, which makes a sudden move, it' s plastic. The bathroom rumbled as the door closed and that caused this old lady' s body to plummet forward, but it was heard very but very solid. The old lady didn' t even put her arms in. It was immediately me. Almost everyone traveling with us realized this. They stood up. I picked up the old lady, but she was cold, she was hard, petrified. I put her back in the chair and asked Granny. It' s okay. I used to call her Granny just as a form of expression, because I didn' t know her name, but the old lady didn' t answer me. They all got together that night, they all saw the old lady, they touched her trying to revive her, but no one could. She had died quickly. The paramedics are here for our surprise. They asked us why we hadn' t called before.

6:41 We replied that we had hardly noticed. In fact, I told one of the nurses and doctors that the lady was fine, that about ten minutes ago my daughter had come and talked to her. One of them pulled me out and asked me exactly what time I had seen my daughter talk to that granny. I told him it wasn' t much longer than 15 minutes ago. The doctor told me that this was impossible, because according to the signs and the state of the body, that old woman had been without life for at least an hour and a half. Greetings to all of you. My name is Jacinto and this is my experience. He' s got some time that happened to me. Yeah. I' m a married man and this

8:11 happened to me when I was just a 22- year- old. I ' m the youngest in the family. I' m the smallest son, so to speak. My whole life I lived with my brothers and as the years passed one by one, he went to the United States to have a better quality of life. At the end of everything, I ended up staying with my parents and then they died. Because I was alone, my brothers invited me to go to the United States. With them, obviously, because they were illegal, they couldn' t come for me I had to go.

8:56 The cost of going over there is very expensive. I remember I had to work in three different jobs to save enough to pay at least one decent chick that could take me to the other side. To my luck, my brothers had also thought of me and had sent me money and had recommended a chicken that, although it cost a lot, was almost a fact that I was going to pass to the United States. I had worked too much alex too much, I was exhausted with shiners, but very impatient and happy to see my family again, even in a different country. I went with that chick. I gave him the money my brothers also gave me and because of the excessive amount, he told me that he could transport me only to me.

9:58 He told me that had a lot of pros. I didn' t have to deal with any more people, besides that just passing on to me would be a more discreet way to avoid federal agents. I accepted. They told me I was going to spend the night. These colts were wearing a type of convoy They were four vans, and they put me in an empty one. I remember very well when I entered it was completely empty. I had several seats, seats going from one end to the other and to the end of the box I got up there and this man told me that on the way I would bring a crevice that was placed on one of the open doors, so that I could pass the air without any problems, but that in the most dangerous course in the course where it might be stopped. I was going to shut it down completely more than anything to keep it from being stopped, avoid looking inwards. I told him there was no problem with this chick. He told me he was only telling me because he didn' t want me to be scared when I closed the door, but he told all the immigrant groups he was carrying in that box. He explained to me that

11:28 with me, because it was not a problem because it was just me, but that when I was a big group, I told them to take strong air or breathe as slow as possible, because by closing the crevice, oxygen is practically non- existent and cannot open the door until passing that stretch. The people with the weakest lungs were the ones who had the worst time and despite the fact that I asked him if there had been any victims due to the asphyxiation of the truck, the asphyxiation of that box. He said no, but I' m pretty sure there was. They are practically people who nobody cares about, desperate people who, if they disappear into a territory that is not theirs, have no way of finding them. I was afraid of this. I got in the box, they closed it and transported me.

12:39 As I told you earlier, Alex had worked a lot, but a lot to achieve this passage and even though he was going with fear and alert of everything that could happen along the way, the tiredness could be more and I fell asleep on the way. When I woke up it was because I bumped into my shoulder with something soft from those times that you fall asleep and inadvertently, because you fall so to speak. One side and I came across something soft, with one person' s shoulder, I got up right away and saw that crack was already closed, the only lighting that came into that box from time to time was the lights of the cars, when they used those little slits that had the door. The fear took over my body more than anything, because I didn' t know where I was going when I opened my legs, when I wanted to stretch after the nap I had had touched that people were going on both sides of me. Once I saw that my sight was attached to those darkness, to that absorbing darkness that I saw very

14:09 little I had to say, I could observe that not only the box was full. There were a lot of people with me, kids, babies, adults, women. What I thought was good, this chick sure cheated on me. He had other migrants he went through and he just put it up. I didn' t have to complain much less about those people who can be dangerous. I sat still, but almost immediately as a fleeting memory came to my memory that which this chick had said that, once closing the crevice, oxygen is almost non- existent and it runs out of my mind every minute. At that moment I took air with my nose, with my mouth and tried to breathe as slowly as possible. It wasn' t long I was there, but because of the tiredness again I ended up sleeping. At the end of the day, they woke me up with two strong touches on my chest finger touches. Apparently, he had already arrived and I was the only one inside the box. I thought that the other migrants, because they had already come out of the box and below it was the chicken, which,

15:43 between laughs asked me you enjoyed the way. I saw you came in good sleep. When I closed the rindijilla and now I go to the door, you' re still asleep, I bet you didn' t even feel it true who, like you, many would want to cross to the border. I have a dream. I slashed my eyes, answered him, yes, I have worked a lot and because I am sleepy, I am tired and the other migrants where they are. He told me. The deal was that I was going to bring you here and from here you were going to go to a station that your relatives told you. I didn' t take you to the migrants' house, because you come from just like migrants.

16:33 You' re talking to me. When I was a strong migrant, this chick took them to a particular house, as I couldn' t leave people like that on the street. It would look very obvious and I was already on a street with people passing on a sidewalk, claxson cars business. It was true. Even my relatives had told me about this house. Then I said to myself they brought me here and the other migrants took him to the house because I didn' t come. Alone. You brought people up. When the chick was asleep, he stared at me and told me not much cho, you came alone all this time we didn' t go up to anyone who had a good trip. I was thoughtful while the chick, along with two men, closed that box. The chicken was leaving in his truck and the other two men in a car. Luckily, I got there with my family and everything was fine, I had no problems. Later, luckily, I managed to cross the border safely. What I think alex is that what I saw inside that box wasn' t living people. I think all those people who came there were the people who couldn' t hold their breath,

18:03 that oxygen sadly or rather fatefully ran out. For there are not a few cases of chickens who abandon migrants or who, although they arrive at their destination, arrive without half of these and, to put it mildly, without half of them. I mean lifeless, since those boxes assure you of entering the United States, they don' t make sure you get there alive. If too many people go, oxygen tends to run out very quickly. I think those who traveled with me sadly ran out of hello. My name is Rodolfo Acuñe. My experience is as follows when I traveled to the United States.

19:23 But unfortunately, like many other migrants, we are not able to pass. It was a very strange journey. It was a journey that I dare say by this very experience that I am going to tell you, it was very marked in my life. All that way we walked, me, my sister and her husband in the company of their children. It' s unforgettable for me. At that time we hit a carava that came in passing. Me and my sister are from Mexico and we were from a very remote area where there are almost no job opportunities. That' s until we moved to more urbanized areas, where we did much better. But at that time we believed that the way out was obviously the United States. We hit that caravan, we walked among that bunch of people. I think it would be at least 70 or 80 people, on a certain route. We had to cross a mountain, not go through it only on the road, obviously, obviously to one side, so that the trailers, the trucks, the cars,

20:56 because they did not pass over one, since it had caught us the night and we had to keep walking. Several of the migrants I remember that they had put yellow ribbons, those that reflected the light more than anything to point out that we were walking around and that the cars, because they saw us For several points of the way, I lost sight of my sister and also her husband and his children. They knew my sister' s children were very overpowering, very tremendous. I remember he even tied them to his waist more than anything to keep an eye on them. I was then twenty years old and both my sister and her husband and I were bringing cell phones, nothing ostentatious, that kind of phones that are just to call texting and little more when I lost them, the truth is that I didn' t get upset.

22:03 I knew it was something that had to happen, but despite this, I was very alert, as I knew very well that my nephews, perhaps careless, perhaps because of the energy they brought, were lost. My sister had happened on a few trips and I was afraid it would happen. Precisely at that moment I was walking by the side of the mountain immersed in my thoughts, until, in front of me, a lady of some forty and so many who was in the company of another much younger woman, were talking and were saying that whose child was that child, that child who was walking alone in the mountain, who were the same distance as our caravan. He was in a backpack, he was wearing a cap, but he was a kid of a few ten years old. The weed even reached his shoulder.

23:12 You could only see his cap to his head and part of his shoulders and chest, I turned merely out of curiosity alex and VI, who was my nephew the heart immediately accelerated from what I was so afraid of. Finally it happened, but in a certain way, despite being scared, I was also relieved, because without wanting to find him, I bet that my sister was scared, exalted looking for him among the people, I went immediately with him.

23:56 I held my nephew' s hand, which seemed very strange to me. Me and him have been in a very close relationship for a lifetime. Every time he sees me, he jumps with pleasure to see me, but on that occasion he didn' t. I found it too strange, as when I went alone, I thought I might be afraid. I thought maybe he was nervous, scared, and when he saw me, he was going to be very comforted, but he didn' t just see me with strange eyes, eyes that I could say, were inexpressive. I took his hand and pulled it with me. I asked her where your mom is, what are you doing here? You just let him go, but he didn' t answer me. He kept walking next to me. I found it strange that his act did not match his personality. By taking his arm, Alex his palm could feel that it was cold all cold. I grabbed her hand and put it together with mine, but I was sucking her more than anything to warm her up and if the night was cold, at that moment I took my cell phone and decided to dial my sister so she wouldn' t

25:33 be so scared that at least she knew I was bringing her and that my other nephew, because I grabbed him well to keep him with her, at least until we regrouped later. I called him on the phone and she didn ' t take long to answer me. I also went very far to the slope. As soon as she answered me, I told her to calm down, she doesn' t come with me anymore. She answered me very relaxed and practically without knowing what was going on. He told me how who' s coming with you. I told my nephew either you missed it or you didn' t. I told you to see them very well that they can escape you or they could even pull it out to one of the people.

26:26 They' re very young children. There was silence on the call. I dare say that my sister saw her two children there with me and answered me the following. No. They' re not gone. They' re with me. I told him how, but I brought one of my hand, my sister. Again it took him a few minutes to answer me to say no again. They' re both with me. They' re here by my side, who you' re holding hands with. At that moment I turn around and I' ll never forget what I saw. I can' t say what it is but I can say it was like a goat, a goat with a lot of hair. I say it was a goat because the horns that came out of it were very similar to those of a goat, besides that what I held in my hand was no longer a little boy ' s hand. It was a hoof, a hoof like a goat' s. I immediately released her and immediately she began to laugh but to laugh in a way not like an animal would fall, not like some goat wanted

28:00 her, in a very human way. He began to laugh in a way of mind. There can' t be very well that it' s because of his hair, which stretched out to fall on both sides of his body. What he could tell you was that he was moving on all fours immediately. When I let her go I ran back to the road, because by this time I kept walking between the mountain about a few seven or nine meters from the road where the migrants were going, walking while she also ran but to get back between the trees and the mountain and it was lost in a few seconds. I got him back with the trailer hyperventilating totally scared holding my one heart. Several of them offered me help, and the truth is, they did help me a lot. When I met my sister again, I didn' t talk to her, at least in the first place. What I had lived through was until later. What I think happened that night was that I found myself face to face with what is popularly called a wal hello.

30:00 Good night, everyone I want my name to be anonymous. What I want to talk to you about is not an experience of my own. It ' s an experience of a friend of mine. A friend of mine who, like so many others, decided to risk and go in search of a better life, passing to the United States. My friend at the time would be a few eighteen years old or nineteen. His family was in a precarious condition and decided to move to the United States. I made it to them, but that does say that he would pass there, cross that river, cross that desert was the most traumatic and disturbing experience he ever lived in his entire life. He says that he, along with another caravan, could say another group of people who wanted to pass illegally, were planning to do it as gallantly as possible, that is, that they themselves were going to jump the wall, they were going to go into the Bravo River and they were going to try to run, cross the desert and get to some place in the United States. I think many know that this idea, while the most widely used, is the most likely to be caught. Only a few can

31:33 pass in this way in my friend, with that luck he managed to do it, although of course, to prepare this jump. Not only is it so because everyone in that group had contemplated. They knew very well that many, much of them, would not succeed. The only way was to have bait, but of course who of them was going to take the bait. Everyone wants to pass, so they didn' t have another one They resolved that at a specific hour, everyone would jump over the wall and go into the river. They knew exactly that the federal agents were going after them at the time. But if they all jumped at the same time disorganized, dissipated, not all together, but at different points, although they were going to catch most, they were going to see a few that if they were going to get through. Obviously, that' s why they were planning on jumping all over the place, but scattered loosely. My friend says he stayed with a group of teenagers about the same age, who were eighteen the twenty years they were going to jump together at the same time, but he deceived them at the very hour, my friend decided to jump about twenty meters away from them, he got into the river. He even held his breath there for

33:09 a few minutes. I want to point out that all this was done in the early morning, because at that time, even though border agents have technologies for night vision, they are more likely not to catch you. Compared to the day, my friend kept breathing. Then he came out of the river and crawled through all the grass, the stones, the mud and continued to crawl. According to him, for several minutes. He listened to the patrols, he heard there was a lot of movement, so he waited there for about an hour, until the whole movement didn' t stop, but let ' s say he calmed down a bit. My friend was shaking. Obviously, it had wet everything in the river and the wind in that desert that continues it. Low temperatures end many people and more with wet clothes. He was shaking, rubbing both arms. I suck as much as he could.

34:30 After waiting for that time, he stood up and without going completely upright, it' s more like crouching, crouching. Walking with his knees bent, he continued the way. He was looking, he was looking at the roads, he was looking at the roads, and he knew very well that he had to stay away from those tracks that were on the ground, from the vans, from the agents. He was very smart. He walked away from all that. He crawled into the grass, crawled through the earth behind the rocks, continued his way. Every time I heard an engine approaching it stopped completely. My friend' s luck is that, in fact, the patrols did not pass near him, but almost immediately along the way he began to find belongings of people who had passed by. Wallets, bags, headbands, toys, kids. My friend continued to walk until on that road where he says it was already practically pure desert, he continued to stay away from the

36:00 roads, as border patrols still guard the adjoining roads. He began to encounter bones, human bones of people who had simply died. There he continued to move away to the point where he said he didn' t see any road and didn' t see any car lights. There was, we could say it disoriented. Luckily, he had a compass, but he doesn' t want to use it yet. He wanted to get away from all that, from everything that could put him at a considerable distance from some border people, he kept walking crouching still for this moment. It hurt her. His back had been almost three and a half hours or four hours alone. And here begins the terrifying, because he begins to find corpses in the way clothes, dirty and holes, remains of what could be a family, men, children, women just lying in the desert. It was as if a whole group had lost their lives. There all the bodies were gathered together and in the midst of all these bodies, which were scattered throughout the earth, he says

37:34 he saw a woman, a woman sitting on the sand, with her legs not fully spread out, but putting them bent with her knees lifted up. The soles of his feet continued to touch the sand. It was somewhat reclined and recharged in his arms. It was like she was sitting on the beach with no worries. Looking up, my friend says that the first thing that disturbed him very much was to see her just sitting there among all the bodies.

38:15 And even more, when you saw the look of this woman in the moonlight, you could see that her whole body was thin, but I' m not talking about a normal thinness. Her skin was sucked inward her bones almost completely. His entire skeleton was visible. Her skin was only like paper, a thing that was stuck to her bones that only covered her. This woman was without clothes, only with a veil covering part of her chest, she only wore a kind of cloth, something grey and stained that only covered part of her chest so torso, her chest, her waist and nothing more than that. His face, like his entire body, was basically a skin - coated skull. His eyes were dark, even in the darkness of the night. They were very visible to my friend, but he had no other.

39:32 I had to pass by there and went along as I was walking closer to this woman who could see her better with every step approaching. This woman stopped seeing the sky to see him staring. She smiled at him. Frankly he said it was very disturbing, not why he smiled strangely, but because basically his face was a skull. His lips were so thin and fleshless that through the skin his teeth could be seen. She' s a woman who shouldn' t be alive because of the state she was in and as if nothing, this woman asks my friend where you' re going. He didn ' t answer her. He kept crawling so that only seconds later, this woman would tell him, don' t worry, you' re gonna pass.

40:37 You keep walking, you' re not going to die. Here, my friend only did what he did was stop turning to where that woman was and say thank you. Maybe I was cheering him up. The woman probably thought the same thing too, because she told her not to worry. I ' m not telling you to comfort you yet it' s not your time and it' s not even close to being. When it is, I ' ll see you again my friend continued walking and, although it cost him a lot of effort and hours walking, he managed to reach his target in wet clothes that was now dry and had stuck to his skin, causing some wounds. He could not all the way forget the appearance of this woman, forget her presence, the presence that gave her a horrible cold and chill.

41:42 He says now that he has already returned to Mexico some times that what he saw that night at first thought that maybe she was a dying woman. Then she thought she was a witch. But those were the last words that this woman told you maybe. Then they gave her the answer, in addition to the fact that that woman was sitting among all the corpses and seemed not to care and even seemed comfortable. My friend thinks that that night he saw was the very death. My name is Enrique Sotelo. This experience came from my father. My father worked in the United States about eight or ten years ago.

42:43 He worked a long time there with the money he earned, made us a house and gave studies to me and my brothers. This was not always the case. In fact, before I was born, he was working here in Mexico. He had a certain fear of going to the United States, especially because of certain stories that were told were not paranormal stories, they were not stories about ghosts, but practically stories of tragedy. Some migrants were unable to reach the United States. Many of these perished and continue to do so along this path. But despite this, my father was friends with other people who had left, as popularly said, from wet. They had arrived in the United States and had done relatively well. One of them had told my father that he had gotten a very good job and that not only was that good news, but that these entrepreneurs who were from the countryside occupied both people,

44:14 but they didn' t want to bring anyone in. They wanted to bring in friends or relatives of the same employees they already had on their side, they had no problem, that these employees were of another nationality and had no documents analyzing the pay. My father saw that it was a good opportunity, so he enlisted, saved money and started the trip. It has to be said that three friends of his had gone to the United States, but only two had managed to arrive. One of these friends had died along the way. My father says he heard about his friend' s death from the family. The body had been found and because of the conditions in which the body was found, they could not show it to the family. He was only recognized by signs, by tattoos, by the credentials he carried and also by other belongings that had been found. But, however, the body could not show it, especially because of the condition this friend was in. To

45:45 say, some name was called Tomás. Thomas is said to have suffered what other large numbers of immigrants suffer daily and is being abandoned miles before reaching the border or in the desert. They simply keep their money and leave them there adrift, often without knowing where they are, whether in Mexico or in the United States. My father went with a very positive mentality and thought he was going to run with good luck, but it turns out this wasn' t the case. My father had the same bad luck as Thomas. To not make the story longer, not to fall into some details and just focus on my father' s paranormal experience, is that he reached the Rio Bravo.

46:50 They had practically abandoned them. My father was without hungry money and with a lot of sleep. He remembers that he had not eaten about four days, three days, and those same days he had not slept either, he staggered, falling asleep even for minutes. As he walked as if he were sleepwalking, he went into this river and began to walk in it, he said he saw it all cloudy. He does not know whether by sleep or by the absence of food, but far away where the darkness of the night allowed him to see. Because this happens during the night, as migrants said it was the right time to pass by the river. It was a time when the border patrol doesn' t have much visibility and you can hide easily.

47:55 One of the tips was that if you saw a van to an officer and you were still in the river. If he had some condition to swim or to hold his breath under the water, you had to use it at that time, so he immediately thought it was a patrol. He immediately dived underwater. My father could endure certain minutes underwater, but due to tiredness, due to hunger, he was fainting below. He doesn' t know how many minutes passed, but you' re not sure if he started losing the air under the water and he just didn' t care, he didn' t have enough strength to get out to the surface. He only says that everything went dark, closed his eyes and fainted. He feels like someone' s carrying him by taking him by the arm and shoulder. Somebody pulls it out of the water. He says that by turning his head and looking at the person he sees that it is Thomas, he takes his friend who had supposedly died. He looks at it and asks where we are, what we are doing. My father remembers perfectly all the talk he had with him. They

49:31 talked about childhood stuff, stuff about her adult life, stuff about her family. It was as if his lifelong friend had him in front of him. My father remembers that, despite being wandering, despite feeling very bad at that time, he tells Tomás hears, but you' re supposed to be dead, that maybe you weren' t seen a couple of months ago at your house. What are you doing here, Thomas, Despite all my father was aware that his friend had passed away, but even though I was asking him these questions, Thomas did not answer. He simply changed the subject, changed the subject or laughed. My father came out of the river, walked next to him in the desert. They were walking, they were chatting in the cold desert, when Thomas gave him a bracelet, a bracelet that was very characteristic of him. On this bracelet he wore a saint, who is St Jude Tadeo gave it to my father and then they continued to talk. My

51:04 father doesn' t remember at what point. Thomas, from one moment to the next, disappeared and was no longer walking next to him. So out of nowhere as if the wind had taken him more. However, that bracelet was still held by my father. He waited in a wooden box he carried, a box in which he kept certain things locked. This key was indispensable to open the box. My father put the bracelet in there to keep it very well and as time passed, this bracelet disappeared anyway. Fortunately, my father came to his destination and with a surprising story to tell At that time, my father believed that this was an insurance misunderstanding, because of the conditions in which he was going he had hallucinated everything. Indeed, someone had helped him out, but that person, maybe he was a migrant, maybe someone else he didn' t know, but because of hunger, because of sleep, because of the precarious conditions in which he was walking. That person may

52:37 have been distorted by his face and thought it was Thomas. He thought Tomás was helping him get out of the river. This was thought by my father for a time, like for the first six months, but now, decades later, he created something totally different. He believes that his friend lost his life in that stretch and that what happened is nothing else, but the last consideration of friendship that they had. Thomas helped him not to perish in the same place where he had done so, for many souls are said not to leave the place where they die. My name is Camila Gallego. I' d like to tell you about my father' s experience. I currently live in Texas. I have both nationalities. So to speak. I' m Mexican from my mother and American from my father. My father dedicates himself to being a border police officer. He has done so for many years and I

54:07 would like to tell you one of those experiences he has had over those years. You see there are certain things that border police say and also people who live near the border between Mexico and the United States. In addition, it must be said that on a daily basis or for certain seasons migrants are trying to spend, obviously some of them inexperienced, young children families who, unfortunately, die on the road. My father says it' s not uncommon to see crosses or photographs or belongings of someone lying in the desert or what' s worse even remains of what a person or a human being would be, both children, women, men and also babies have been found. It is inevitable and because of this is that a legend is created. Or beyond a legend, it is an event that practically everyone in the border police force sold by day and is next. My father says that sometimes, when they go in the truck or even in quadrimotos, they see in the distance what could

55:40 be said shadows, shadows of people walking in the desert, either at night, which is when it passes the most or during the day. Even my father says that when he sees these shadows, obviously he and his peers or any cop thinks they are migrants for obvious reasons, they have to go after them, the rules and their functions have to be tasted. But something curious happens, or rather disturbing, which is that when they get to the place where they are supposed to have seen those migrants walking, no one is found anymore. These migrants disappear and then, when they set out to look for them, either around the area, doing a survey in the area, they realize that there are crosses or belongings of some person near the place. These belongings are not new or have dropped someone recently. They are belongings that take a long time and even if they do, because, as I said before, sometimes human remains are found in the sands, in the stones, people

57:14 who did not endure the road and end up dying in the middle of it. Not a few times has this happened to my father to see in the night the shadows of the souls of the migrants who tried to cross that border. Many of them did not arrive and, apparently, still in another life. They still keep walking. Yet they still persist in reaching their goal. Their souls simply do not rest. Many transports have been used to take people from one place to another. There' s a train and that' s where this story happens. While this family was carrying in itself, they met a strange passenger, who made them live a paranormal experience. His story is as follows. My name is Henry. Sure. This experience I want to share with you is not mine. They told me about it a long time

58:49 ago, already coming from a migrant, although I knew him only a few weeks ago I managed to recognize that every time he told me it was 100 % real his gaze changed, his voice changed and even began to tremble. I' ll start at the beginning. I am originally from Reinosa and, as you know, migrants pass there to cross over to the other side, to the United States. Many of them come from other countries, Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, etc. As I say to you many years ago.

59:39 I was a 13- year- old preteen at the time. When my mother, along with me, meets a family of migrants, I' m going to be honest with them. I don' t remember which country they came from, but their accent makes me something familiar, the Guatemalan. The fact is that we found them and these migrants were hungry, had had a few lousy days and were trying to cross to the United States. My mother, being a very busy lady and especially, touching her heart a lot.

1:00:20 Seeing that they were bringing children, she offered to feed them. He gave food to both the couple and the children, and then offered them his yard to camp and to sleep for a couple of hours. Our house wasn ' t too big, so they fit better in the yard. This family was there for about two weeks and in those two weeks they told us everything they had to go through from their country to this one. There was a story in particular that left me soft fear and is that it is very strong if you think about it well happens when they were on their way here.

1:01:07 There is a train, a train that in those years was in operation and even now is still in operation. The beast is nicknamed. This train transports many migrants. In fact, there are photos both on Facebook, YouTube, Google where you can see this. Many families, children, grandparents, men, women travel aboard this train, crossing much of Mexico, more specifically the south and part of the center of the country, because on this trip this person tells me that he lived this experience. Here comes a disturbing fact that maybe most people don' t like to hear, and that is that some migrants, whole families or some young older adults who can' t with the trip, who go short, whether it' s money food, stay on the road and being migrants, because they don' t have papers, they just get lost. This happened even aboard the beast. This man says it was night when they were being transported by this train. Some people were asleep,

1:02:38 others were awake and rightly so. The breeze, the noise of the train, the movement of the train with the tracks. Some people can' t sleep with that and even more thinking about the problems they carry, this man thought his whole family was asleep. He was sitting there watching them with the breeze of the air and the moonlight, and in that he was struck by a voice. This voice came from behind him. It was a warm voice, a low voice but very friendly. When he turned this person, he said that he saw a man, a man of some fifty and so many years old, lying in the cold iron. His body was very thin, although he wore clothes and these clothes covered almost his entire body. You could see from how loose she was and from her fingers, that this gentleman was in a terrible condition. But this person didn' t get weird.

1:03:53 Many migrants travel in these conditions, some worse. Even this person was smoking and this man had spoken to him precisely to give him a cigarette, one of those cigarettes he had in his hand. Being traveling in these conditions, people become very supportive. They know what the other one' s going through. So this person, without much thought, gives him the cigarette the other man turns on. Without getting up very barely manages to hold his arm stretching it and even shaking towards this person' s arm. Take the cigarette and start smoking it. This migrant offers him food, he wants to share with him what a small cookie he had, he couldn' t give him much, just a couple of them, since he also had to give food to his family, but this gentleman declined it. He didn' t want any cookies, he didn' t want any food. He just wanted the cigarette between the talks. He told her that the cigarette calmed her desire to eat.

1:05:20 He therefore preferred to smoke a cigarette rather than eat something and could be seen in its appearance. These two men began to speak the other without getting up, while this migrant was sitting still looking towards his family, towards the tracks and as this train was passing them. They talked about different things, different subjects. They held this conversation for about five minutes, a little bit more or a little less. When that conversation comes to an end, it ' s not like they cut him off. It just comes to an end.

1:06:05 Both remain silent, but for fractions of seconds, as this person' s daughter rises and obviously, this migrant pays attention to her. He asks her if she can' t sleep or has nightmares, but the girl doesn ' t have any of that. In fact, her daughter tells her she hasn' t been able to sleep all night. Then his wife gets up and tells him the same thing. They were both lying down, but they couldn' t sleep. They were just lying down and both had risen because they had heard this man speak. His wife asked him who he was talking to and he immediately explained what he was talking to the person behind, who was a good guy and had even shared cigarettes. But her daughter joins the conversation right now and she tells her dad but you haven' t been talking to anyone. I' ve been watching you. I' m lying down, but I' m seeing you. The daughter was thirteen years old at the time she was lying down, but she was lying down in the direction of the father. The wife was watching it. On the other hand, she was lying in the opposite direction. Both had heard this father speak,

1:07:40 but had not heard who had answered him. The daughter says look, Dad I saw you, I saw you and I heard you, but only you there was no one else. That man over there hasn' t moved and he hasn' t uttered a single word. I' m seeing you both. This person, this migrant, begins to argue with them two and the solution that he comes up with and perhaps also logical, was simply to turn around and wake up the other migrant to see, in fact, that he was talking to him. He was asleep there. This person turns around, moves it a little, but it doesn' t work. It begins to move harder and harder and stronger and stronger and feels like this body. This man' s body is numb, petrified, totally stiff. This person keeps moving it. He tries to wake him up, but he realizes to spend the minutes, he realizes when he starts touching his face, that cold petrified

1:09:10 face. That person wasn' t going to move. This person had died and had not recently been living for a long time because of the conditions in which he was seen. Obviously, this person, as every parent would do, as every husband would, took his family, took his daughter, his children, his wife and walked more wagons forward. They found a little slow and settled in. They left that body, that body of some migrant who had died on that train. To be honest, they say they couldn' t do anything. There was still a long way to go and I wasn ' t the only person who would surely lose his life. That night.

1:10:11 This person tells me that one. Lord One, subject lost his life due to hunger or perhaps something like that. His appearance, as he describes it, was cadaveric and despite the passing of the years, this person says that he will never forget that night when he spoke to a dead man.