TROUGH THE WALL

As we know, in the last decade, Arizona has become the main gateway for illegal immigrants. Trough it has become the principal and deadliest gateway, over a houndred of immigrants cross to Arizona every week. Recently, there have been reports of mexican that have been murdered because of the human traffic. Therefor, I’ve decided to smuggle in a group of immigrants triying to cross to the United States of America to show the reality of this actual situation. I’m César Millan and this is the story of how I get trough the wall. The 10th of September I joined a group of 4 mexican immigrants in Tijuana. This group was formed by 3 men and 1 woman. The oldest one was named Gustavo Estevez, he used to be a coffe farmer from the deep of Yucatàn but he was fired so he was triying to cross “La Linea” for earning money for his family.There was also a brother and a sister from the ghettos of Monterey, Jose Manuel Chicharito Hernandez Pelayo De La Sota, 18, and his little sister, Mar, of 14 years old. These two youngs immigrants were just triying to escape from all the violence and fear they left behind. Finaly, there was also a young homie from Tijuana, Dieguito Martinez del Timbal de la Villa, aged of 29. He was the one who knew the smuggler. We met the smuggler at night, he was a member of the mexican mafia, his nick name was “el coyote”. He took us to the dessert of Sonora and sorrounded by the night, we followed him to a secret tunnel that crossed to the United States. It was a dangerous trip but we all needed it. We were scared but the immigrants felt even worse, they were risking everithing, their health, their future and their fredom. For them, their lives depended on that day. Six hour of walking later, we finally step on the american land. We were exausted but happiness give us strenght. In the other side of the border there was a man with a van, he was waiting us. “El coyote” paid him and went back to the tunnels. The van brought us to Phoenix were after sharing the worst and hardest trip of my life, I said goodbye to my parteners. After a month, just before start writing this article, I tried to investigate about the fortune of Gustavo, Jose Manuel, Mar and Dieguito. Jose Manuel was death, he was killed by the smuggler when he couldn’t pay the price. I could not find the others, god knows what have happened. This is the real story of how I succesfully crossed “la Linea”. Something that a huge number of immigrant can not say.