Up close with the migrant children in the caravan — from Guatemala

“I’m a regular person in New York. I work at an [Office of General Services]. I’m the kind of person who finds shelter wherever I can. But when I’m looking for shelter, I look…

Up close with the migrant children in the caravan — from Guatemala

“I’m a regular person in New York. I work at an [Office of General Services]. I’m the kind of person who finds shelter wherever I can. But when I’m looking for shelter, I look for no place. I go through nothing. I am safe. But at night, I sleep, because the streets are dangerous.

I do not have a shelter. It is my dream that one day I will find a shelter here in New York. This is true. But I am doing a good job and earning enough so that I am not ashamed of asking for a shelter. At the same time, I’m also saving money to make [the trip] safer.

At first, the situation got so bad, I didn’t even think of killing myself. I knew I had to escape, but I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t afford [to hire] a smuggler. As a Haitian in New York, I know if you got money, you are not afraid of that smuggler. I’m a simple man, I don’t have money to pay the smuggler and I don’t have a way out of New York. My mother is right here, but I don’t know where she is. She is having a hard time, maybe she lives with the Crips in Brooklyn.

So when the caravan arrived in New York, the police were asking, “Where are you guys from? Where are you from? Where are you from?” Of course, I told them the truth. At the same time, the police arrested some of us and threw us into their car and let the rest of us go. I came alone. Nobody took my picture.

The night of March 18 was like a miracle for me. I was caught by police in New York. The police didn’t arrest me, they allowed me to go. They didn’t give me the chance to escape from that case.

So, we were walking, we were sharing together a taxi. It was small. And the police just happened to stop us. I was arrested. It was a Haitian taxi [style]. We made $500 each for that taxi, and it was a single room. And I just escaped!

Everyone was really happy that I had escaped. I saw my friends. We were crying. The police took the same taxi back to the police station. And we were going home with the police.

It was not the best day for me, but I tried my best. Everything is possible. Now I am better. I’m better. I’m getting ready to face the police station in Brooklyn tomorrow [for a case].

I now have nothing to lose. I am free, I’m alive, I have the opportunity to make a better life. So nothing is impossible.

The worst is the lies, the lies, the lies. I have no choice but to see the best version. Everything is possible.”

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