Ixtepec, Oaxaca, México 11:15 PM
I passed through the railroad tracks where la bestia, the Beast, passes through. This is the cargo train that undocumented immigrants take in the southern states of México in order to travel to the northern part of the country where the majority will try to cross to the United States. I noticed that there were some immigrants waiting alongside the tracks to board the Beast. One of them yelled at me, “Give me some of your water!” I turned around, walked up to him and gave him my bottle of water. We started talking and he shared with me a little bit about his life. His name is Daniel and he was deported from the United States about three years ago. He admits that he made a mistake and that was the reason for which he was deported. Ever since then, he has not decided precisely what to do with his life. He does not want to go back to his country, but it is difficult to return to the United States. As a result of his indecisiveness, Daniel has lived in México these past three years without having communication with his family.
This is his only identification which was provided by the Honduran Consulate in México.
He had some marijuana in his pocket that he decided to share amongst everybody, but some of his temporary friends refused the offer since they knew that they were going to start craving food and they had none with them nor money to buy some. As he pulled out a paper from his pocket to roll the marijuana cigarette, I noticed that he had some numbers written on it, so I asked him, “Aren’t those numbers important?” With a confident and brief smile while pointing at his head he responded, “Nah, I got’em all in my head.”
Before I left, The Beast passed with a few immigrants. Because Daniel and his friends knew that there was a temporary immigration checkpoint ahead, they started yelling at the immigrants on The Beast, “Get off! Get off!” None of them, except one of his friends, got off.
“¡Bajate! ¡Bajate!” – Get off! Get off!