para maria isabel mi querida

Querida Maria Isabel mi amor,
Amor ya! I am in los unaited. Its been very tough ju know, laik all the tremendas pijiadas que me dieron antes de llegar! But im here. Finalmente! No se por donde empesar! Its like a wonder land! Le deberian de cambiar el name a “The United States in Wonderland”! no tienes idea cosota Hermosa cuanto quisiera que you would see all estas bellezas con migo! Is laik o mai gad! No te imaginas all da cosas que hay aki! Hay unas maquinitas va, they are like magic cosas, osea esos aparatitos write what you are writting con un pen que no tiene tinta!! Osea no se como excplicartleo para que you feel as amaized como yo! Es como magia! Osea la cosa no tiene tinta! Pero escribe!! Uyyy and da cars, da ones wi see en las pelis….todos esos ferraris y porche y todos esos, aquí andan en las calles laik if dey were los toyotas que pasan ahí por el barrio everyday jalando gente de arriba pa bajo. Asi de common son esas makinolas here, i cant beliv mai eyes!! I feel laik I am dreaming o que estoy en algun tipo de futuro! Pero de todos modos linda, I am really worried. No me dan trabajo, i do not know why i wont get a job any where! Es como si me vieran cara de mono que no sirve for nating. Me siento despreciado, once again. Y lo peor was my mom. Después de todos estos años y all the suffering para encontrarla, cuando la llame por primera ves she started to como no se empeso a convulsionar or some shit por que she almost muere de el ataque de emoción que le dio. When i went to buscarla en el hospital, i could not find her, no tenes idea del pánico que me dio bebe. I was so worried, fue lo peor. Después ya me dijieron que se había ido devuelta, pero i didnt know si devuelta al país nuestro o a su chola.. i was so worried. Y luego me voy dando cuenta que she had been deported devuelta a Honduras. I wanted to die, la pase llorando por un buen rato y i couldnt stop. TODO lo que i suffered, TODO lo que perdi, TODO lo que i did, todo todo todo!!! Por nada, absolutley nating!! Lo podes creer? I was about de matarme y no es paja. Eh estado buscando trabajos por todos lados a ver que me sale por ai. I promise mi gorda beia que i will encontrar un trabajo con good sueldo asi compro cositas, ill send it too you over dere. Les mando dinero, los mantego, although i am far away. La distancia nunca va a parara mi amor por vos y nuestro baby. Los amo demasiado y enserio no mas pueda and as son as i have enough Money para make s ricos, i will go back y viviremos una vida muy feliz. TE ADORO Y TE AMO MI GORDA COSA BELLA, no me dejes o cambies por another culeeeero.
Tu enrique que te extraña mas que never.

el brujo papa! jeh

Muy buenaj-ng. Me dicen El Brujo a mi por ai. I bolng to the Mara Salvatrucha. Esta mara is like very dangerous. If you go against us you DIE! We are very protectivos con los miebros de nuestra mara va, but if youre not in it then los trompamos riata. This is the reason por la cual Enrique se nos unio ese picaro. Es un buen muchacho tiene muy buen corazón y desde ahorita se lo digo que va a llegar lejos ese cipote. Very intelligent, but stupid at the same time! The por kid has been beaten up so many times! And all this just to find his mother, or at least thats what he told me when i met him en el bus aquel. Lo conoci devuelta en mi pais Honduras en una parada de busej-ng. El y yo, we took the ride together from la “H” till Guate. En ese trip we got to conocernos muy bien fijethe. El me dijo everything, hubo mucha confianza entre el y yo. He told me why he was leaving Honduras, how many times ha tratado, todo lo que le había pasado, a lot of other shit. Ese majesito si que le ha venido duro todo esto. Pero con esa ambition to see his mother, I feel sorry for him. DAMN! He should’ve killed that guy! You se para enseñarnos que el enserio merecía be in our gang, we told him to kill un miembro de esa mara asquerosa, la 18th street. Mas conocida como la 18. Pero el muy culero didnt do it! Solo lo tenia que tirar del train y ya no era gran cosa! Pero el muy aprovechado didnt do absolutley anything. I mean he aprovecharse of us! Lo protegimos alli en nuestro territorio, yo lo miraba ya as a member of the gang. In Chipas he met more members like el payaso, big daddy, el chino, y el se sentía ya relajado por que he was protected by the best of the best you know right! TOP OF DI LINE! Pero no, that little prick only used us! Osea no quizo matar a un miembro de la mara que nos mata a los nuestros, eso me fue al pevho. This Enrique, i grew very closet o him throughout the whole trip. Pasamos por muchos peligros juntos y cada uno nos unia mas. I felt this awful sorry when he had to go, and the worst part was que asi muy poco tiempo paso de su separacion cuando seis hobres on top of the train beat him up! El pobre creo que nunca llegara a a uksa por que se ve bien dificil esa possibilidad without us behind him and agarrando a maseta a todo aquel that messes with him. Pobre pendejo ese maje. Ojala pueda llegar a ver a su mamama antes de u muerte, pero i dont see that future, i see him DEAD on the side of some tracks. Poor guy, poor guy. Asaver como va a andar por ai.

immigrants journey

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_wglVv-7Qo&feature=related
this video we can see how many immigrants escape the police while they are crossing the bordars. these are not the only ones.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5J9b3aABt8
in this documentary, we not only see their journey, but we later realize that each of them found a job. this makes immigrating to the U.S. very apealing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fo7QveBa10&NR=1
in this video, it is about two "coyotes" taking a person to the "los estados guei". you see how they are exited to get there and also see the dusty hot roads they have to walk through to get by.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zxZ5GkYQOk&feature=related
this documentary helps us understand more how difficult it is for the immigrants to travel throuh the desert. we also understand how dificult it is for the people who live close there also.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qU4lg4oZV7Y&feature=related
this video is very shoking and disturbing. the mexican police is being trained to torture immigrants in an awful manner.

My Dream

My name is Yuya, I am 28 years old but will soon be 29 on the third of July and I am currently living in el carrizal, a poor neighborhood in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. I have worked in factories doing the most disgusting jobs. I also have worked as a maid for different families; I am usually fired because I arrive late sometimes because I have to take my 8 children to school. I love and care for them too much to throw them to the streets like many parents in my place do. I barely have money to feed mu children therefore most of the time, I don’t eat. I have been in the streets for several days and nights begging for money to help maintain my family but no such luck. I plan to leave in search for a better life in the states, I have heard that there are many jobs for immigrants such as me and hope that I will find one that can not only help me, but also the family I will leave behind once I get there. I dream of the day in which I can bring my three daughters and five sons to the states and reunite once again. I am sure that we will live much better in Miami which is where I plan to go. First ill have to hitch-hike till I get to the train tracks in Mexico where I will meet the smuggler I paid to take me to Miami. There, he says we will have to hop on the train without getting seen by Mexican police because if we are, we will be arrested and may probably never get to Miami nor come back to Honduras which is what worries me the most because if I fall in this prison, I may probably never see my children again. After the train arrives to our destination, Juan says we will have to go on pieces of wood attached to two “flotadores” through the river. After this I will be traveling by cab and little by little I will arrive to my destination. He has warned me about the gangs and all the bad people we might encounter and he also mentioned that I should better go without money so I don’t get robed. What kills me of fear is that I might be raped or killed. This is not a fate I want. But I will have to take the risk. Once I get to Miami I plan to get a good job and wait at least one year to either bring my family or to return to my house in Honduras with my family, I don’t think I could be able to be without them for so long. I plan to send them clothes and shoes and money and much more things so they live a happy life even if it costs my suffering. My dream is to take all my family to the states, my dream is that my children study hard to have a bright future ahead, my dream is to have a healthy and happy family. My dream……we will see how it ends: fairytale, or nightmare?