Juarez: The Destruction Of The American Dream

Locked in a dormitory which became my only survival resource, for the disaster and dystopia that surrounded me in every inch of my eye, and which soon became my worst fear in the entire planet, death. Terrifying, frightening and alarming was the ambiance that was perpetuated in my conscience. Unimaginable nights when a single room became the aegis of my brother and myself from the violence and murder, which suddenly portrayed as hell in my perspective. Liberty and freedom had become slavery, and for one moment, I even thought if this was worth a better future. Worth risking the lives of my family. Suddenly, I woke up from my worst nightmare, a reality which could never be forgotten. Transitioning to my early years, when I was just about below an age of eight, life was simply difficult and unfair to what I can explain. Poverty, a hard decision to encounter, was simply visible on my family. Hearing in my ears discriminatory words due to my origins and

I actually didn 't realize at that moment the benefits of this opportunity, and rather thought if this was worth it. We were inferred that it would take exactly a week to end the paper transactions and documents. After the transportation we took, and expenses on medical treatment which was a requirement, money became an easy prey. Days in which hunger was a problem, and regrets invaded my mind. Nights which created suspense and terror due to the fact that we were living among and island surrender of predators, in which the prey could of been anyone. A daily trauma which was portrayed in an undersized television, but also outside your shelter. Just as we were approaching that dream and in the final decision process, my mom was about to give birth and was sent to the hospital immediately. To make matters more complicated, we were given one more week of process since we weren 't there when the resident cards were