- The speaker recalls their journey from Ciudad Hidalgo to Tijuana, Mexico
- They express gratitude for the help and shelter they received from kind people along the way
- They also mention encountering racism and fear of drug trafficking and gangs
- The speaker emphasizes the beauty of the rivers in Chiapas and the importance of staying positive
- They mention the exhaustion and hardships faced by the group, but also the support and help they received in some places
- The speaker reflects on the struggle of immigrants and the memories of innocent people being deported
- They express hope for a better life in Tijuana but also question why the American dream is so sought after
- The speaker believes that migration will only end when other countries show interest in immigrants and emphasizes that immigrants are the hope of the United States.

The second part of Douglas’ narration deals with the long journey from Mexico’s southern border all the way to Tijuana, where he and other members of the caravan have found support as well as rejection from the community. Douglas also talks about his hope and struggle to be able to obtain asylum in the U.S. and the relations he has formed in Tijuana with other migrants, Mexicans, and Americans. 

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La segunda parte de la narración de Douglas describe el largo recorrido desde la frontera sur Mexicana hasta la ciudad de Tijuana, donde él y otrxs miembrxs de la caravana han encontrado apoyo así como rechazo por parte de la comunidad tijuanense. Douglas también habla sobre su esperanza y su lucha por poder obtener asilo en los Estados Unidos y sobre las relaciones que ha formado en Tijuana con otrxs migrantes, mexicanxs, y estadounidenses. 

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I remember very well the place we arrived at, which was Ciudad Hidalgo, the first night, where all my people were tired.

I was very tired, my feet, and knowing that was the beginning of the road, that was the first part to be able to continue in the fight to be able to get there.

We got to Tapachula anyway, And everything was fine, I thank God because there were many good people who could shelter us, who could receive us in each of the cities with the hostels.

But at the same time there were also people who did not have the same heart, but there were always people with a racist heart to say no, to block us, to scare us.

But at the same time I think we keep fighting.

I will never forget the most beautiful thing I could experience on this road, which was the rivers of Chiapas.

Every river we touched was like our vacation, To be able to bathe, to be able to enjoy a time, and to be able to smile and be able to fill ourselves with encouragement and say, We have to keep walking because we are going to make it.

Through the rivers of Wisla, Tonalá, Mapastepec.

I remember each 1 of those rivers very well because they were very beautiful places where I could spend time with my people, together, to be able to keep walking.

Every time we got to a city, it was always about sitting down and analyzing if we were going to get to the next point.

And even so, the fear of drug trafficking, the fear of the Zetas, the fear of gangs on the road, that they were going to hurt us, that they were waiting for us, that immigration was arresting people.

I can see with my own eyes when immigration came and grabbed innocent children, innocent women, and forced them, the perreras, to be deported to Honduras.

Each of those memories will always be in my mind, since no 1 knows the struggle that an immigrant has to be able to reach a border.

When we arrived in Veracruz, it was 1 of the places where I could really notice that my people were tired.

All the way, Our feet were tired, our fingers were swollen, our legs were weak, and my people were only looking for a place, a place to rest.

When we arrived at the DF, it was very different, because we could see a lot of help, we could see a lot of people interested in us, to really want to provide the necessary help and in that way be able to continue our journey.

When we arrived in Querétaro, it was something very sad, since I will not forget that I stayed with the last 40 people.

We had to walk kilometers after kilometers after kilometers because no 1 wanted to give us a ride.

And we had to walk hard to get to the albergue, but we still did not lose any.

The 40 of us arrived together to the Querétaro albergue.

The next morning we continued our journey, dreaming, dreaming and dreaming more and more that we knew very well that we were a few days away from reaching a border without knowing the reaction, without knowing how they were going to receive us, without knowing if the doors were going to be open, without knowing that that wall was going to open.

When you come along the way, you meet a lot of people.

You meet people who become an example for you, who become a leader for you.

They are able to grab a child and put him on their backs and tell that woman, let's walk together.

That is a friend, that is a leader for 1.

And we met many people in which we cried every time we looked when someone was deported, when someone was handed over to migration.

But until we got to Tijuana, despite all the things that happened, despite everything that happened, we were able to get to this beautiful city.

A city that has hosted us for many days, for a long time, and we know very well that this city would be 1 of the cities where 1 can make a better life.

But at the same time, I think that our dream is not this.

I will never forget the time I spent in the Barretal albergue and know very well that we were there, but at the same time we were very afraid because we didn't know.

To get here in the middle of the storm, to get here and to know very well that 1 day my dream will come true.

I want to tell all of you, for whatever reason, many come to Tijuana or any other Mexican border looking for an American dream.

If not, what does the United States have to be?

Migration will end when other countries in the world are interested in immigrants.


Speaker 0: We entered Mexico City. I remember very well the place we arrived at, which was Ciudad Hidalgo, the first night, where all my people were tired. I was very tired, my feet, and knowing that was the beginning of the road, that was the first part to be able to continue in the fight to be able to get there. We got to Tapachula anyway, And everything was fine, I thank God because there were many good people who could shelter us, who could receive us in each of the cities with the hostels. But at the same time there were also people who did not have the same heart, but there were always people with a racist heart to say no, to block us, to scare us.

But at the same time I think we keep fighting. I will never forget the most beautiful thing I could experience on this road, which was the rivers of Chiapas. Every river we touched was like our vacation, To be able to bathe, to be able to enjoy a time, and to be able to smile and be able to fill ourselves with encouragement and say, We have to keep walking because we are going to make it. Through the rivers of Wisla, Tonalá, Mapastepec. I remember each 1 of those rivers very well because they were very beautiful places where I could spend time with my people, together, to be able to keep walking.

Every time we got to a city, it was always about sitting down and analyzing if we were going to get to the next point. And even so, the fear of drug trafficking, the fear of the Zetas, the fear of gangs on the road, that they were going to hurt us, that they were waiting for us, that immigration was arresting people. I can see with my own eyes when immigration came and grabbed innocent children, innocent women, and forced them, the perreras, to be deported to Honduras. Each of those memories will always be in my mind, since no 1 knows the struggle that an immigrant has to be able to reach a border. When we arrived in Veracruz, it was 1 of the places where I could really notice that my people were tired.

All the way, Our feet were tired, our fingers were swollen, our legs were weak, and my people were only looking for a place, a place to rest. When we arrived at the DF, it was very different, because we could see a lot of help, we could see a lot of people interested in us, to really want to provide the necessary help and in that way be able to continue our journey. When we arrived in Querétaro, it was something very sad, since I will not forget that I stayed with the last 40 people. We had to walk kilometers after kilometers after kilometers because no 1 wanted to give us a ride. And we had to walk hard to get to the albergue, but we still did not lose any.

The 40 of us arrived together to the Querétaro albergue. The next morning we continued our journey, dreaming, dreaming and dreaming more and more that we knew very well that we were a few days away from reaching a border without knowing the reaction, without knowing how they were going to receive us, without knowing if the doors were going to be open, without knowing that that wall was going to open. But we were very excited. When you come along the way, you meet a lot of people. You meet a lot of people.

You meet friends, you meet girlfriends. You meet people who become an example for you, who become a leader for you. Of his mouth to give it to another. They are able to grab a child and put him on their backs and tell that woman, let's walk together. That is a friend, that is a leader for 1.

And we met many people in which we cried every time we looked when someone was deported, when someone was handed over to migration. Very hard for 1. But until we got to Tijuana, despite all the things that happened, despite everything that happened, we were able to get to this beautiful city. A city that has hosted us for many days, for a long time, and we know very well that this city would be 1 of the cities where 1 can make a better life. But at the same time, I think that our dream is not this.

I will never forget the time I spent in the Barretal albergue and know very well that we were there, but at the same time we were very afraid because we didn't know. To get here in the middle of the storm, to get here and to know very well that 1 day my dream will come true. I want to tell all of you, for whatever reason, many come to Tijuana or any other Mexican border looking for an American dream. Why not a Canadian dream? Why not a European dream?

Why not a dream of another country? Why not a Mexican dream? If not, what does the United States have to be? I just want to finish by saying this. Migration will end when other countries in the world are interested in immigrants.

We are the hope of the United States. There is nothing impossible if you

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