Fronteras: Migrantes en México - Entre bestias y muros.

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get my backpack ready to get on the train, the police are waiting for me, I usually take it off, all those police want to make me leave, they tell me, "Immigrating, I'm going to send you back to my country where I have to start all over again." The only thing you don't know is that

living in such a small country, sometimes I paint that everything is a fire when I get on the train, everyone tells me, "Back again," my dream, this New York, come true, pastor, it can't go on like this, you still have to change the place, don't throw me away, it's the longest border, the hardest, the

deadliest, that we defend, that US policy is designed to kill, the US needs Latin American labor, but they don't need all of it. There I spent eight hours dying of bleeding, dehydration, hunger, eight hours while my friend struggled to get there, to find a woman, without the cheese, he says, to come and help me,

he said, "Mommy, when I crossed, I'm going to buy her a little house so she can go somewhere else and I'm going to take her with my daughter so she can live with me," but it hasn't happened yet. [Music]

Tecún Umán is the last city to North of the department of San Marcos in Guatemala, between it and Ciudad Hidalgo, the first border city of Chiapas, Mexico, there is only one river separating them: the Suchiate River. Every day, all kinds of goods cross illegally: food, soft drinks, construction materials, and immigrants. What I do here is ferry people across, from