Guadalajara: Migrants

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A man, probably a migrant from Central America, naps while waiting for a freight train ride


Riding atop a freight train is a dangerous way to travel, yet hundreds of thousands of people a year, fleeing oppression in Central American countries, are willing to take the risk.
Their destination? The land of the free, and the home of the brave: the United States of America.
These freight trains, known collectively as La Bestia (The Beast) rumble northward day and night on tracks that are just a block away from my apartment in Colonia Juan Manuel Vallarta.
National Public Radio reports that an estimated half-million migrants a year ride the freight trains through Mexico, hoping to start a better life.
But people can’t cling to the top of a boxcar forever. Sooner or later they’re going to need a break.
So, when evening comes, and the train slows enough (as it does in residential neighborhoods) to jump off without breaking an arm or leg, they jump, and find a grassy spot by the tracks to spend the night.
Next morning, more or less refreshed, they wait for La Bestia to creep by, swing themselves up, and onto the top of the nearest boxcar, and resume the long and dangerous journey northward.

first day of summer—
in the old stone Buddha’s lap
weed seeds germinate


Text and photo © 2016 by Mark M. Redfearn, all rights reserved


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