Envision leaving all you’ve got, everybody you know, everyone else you like, supporting. Being forced to cross half of a continent by walking, atop cargo trains, interior truck trailers. Swimming across rivers that are wild. Crossing boundaries . Walking round the Arizona desert. Being shot , robbed and defeated. Raped. Surviving everything. Crossing in the United States, after lifetime at the weakest areas of Central America. Succeeding. Now. From the “guaranteed” property, that you don’t be long, lawfully; or even socially. That you don’t know the terminology. Nobody knows you came, nobody knows you exist. Imagine…. being Nobody. Then imagine a tote has been pushed on your face. Having the clothes stripped out of you personally. Getting chucked into a room with a couple others. A loaded gun is pointed in your face. You’re made to call home and beg to get money, a ransom for the own life.