From Mexico to Arizona Have you ever been so tired that you feel every bone in your body is about to break? “Don’t stop, keep going because something great is waiting for us on the other side,” my mother kept reminding me while crossing the desert. Crossing the desert to come to the United States was the hardest thing I had to do. This was not optional since I was barely seven; it was necessary if we wanted to survive. While crossing the desert may seem easy, it is challenging, dangerous, and exhausting because walking long distances without water in a mountainous area can lead to injury or extreme exhaustion. My journey started in Hermosillo, Sonora where my mother, sister-in-law, and I were preparing to cross the border. We were …show more content…
The tunnel was the most frightening thing I had ever done before. We all held hands to go through the tunnel because of how dark it was; besides there were rumors that the tunnel was hunted by the people who died there. The tunnel was darker than the night itself; not even the palm of the hands was visible. The tunnel had an immense silence that made everybody shivered. I was so terrified that I prayed in every step I took. It was like about 300 to 400 feet, but it seemed like way more than that. Moments later, we saw a humongous mountain with a tiny light at the very top. The coyote indicated us that our destination was at the light. We kept walking; however, the light seemed to get farther and farther. People started to wonder if we would ever get there. We were hungry, tired and also cold because it started to snow. I was so tired and cold that every muscle, every bone, and every nail were hurting. We finally reached the light after thirty-five hours. ICE officers with enormous dogs, were searching the area. The coyote ran away as soon as he saw them, leaving us completely alone: we hid behind bushes. We got lucky because the officers didn’t see us and left. We didn’t know what to do so we decided to climb down the mountain. While we were going down the mountain, we could appreciate the city full of people walking, we realized we were in Arizona. Shortly after coming down a truck was waiting for us. Our faces filled with joy because we had finally reached our
The night was so intensely dark that I could see nothing. I raised the window very softly and jumped out. Large drops of rain were falling, and the darkness bewildered me. I dropped to my knees and breathed a short prayer to God for guidance and protection. I groped my way to the road and rushed towards the town with almost lightning speed” (Jacobs 554).
“Lets finish getting our revenge.” They walked out of the door and into the dark snowy night. The beam of light from their flashlights sliced through the shadowy forest. They followed the trail of blood, continuing on through the wintry night. Suddenly they heard the crunch of walking in snow, coming from ahead.
They fled in the night and ran for miles in the harsh winter night. “At last, the morning star appeared in the gray sky. A hesitant light began to hover on the horizon. We were exhausted, we had lost all strength, all illusion. The Kommandant announced that we had already covered twenty kilometers since we left”(Wiesel 87).
This memoir covers the good, the bad, and, certainly, the ugly of his life throughout this time. During these “ugly times”, as described in Night, victims were demanded to participate in, and witness, many unimaginable acts that could be described by using the word appall. The word appall refers to being overwhelmed or filled with horror and fear, which is exactly what these people went through. These victims of the
There was nothing left around us, nothing saved the night, and a thin thread of flame in it... we stretched our hands to the wire, and we saw our fingers in the red glow” (Rand 59/60). This light shines through the tunnel, it gives them hope, it gives them light and it gives them happiness. This was their breakthrough. Breaking through the darkness of their society, the pain, the punishment was all gone.
I remember it being cold. Numbing. Something wet seeping into the backside of my red South Carolina sweatshirt. The faint scent of smoke filling my nostrils, bring a burning sensation to my eyes. I laid under a full crescent moon, my eyes refusing to stay open, my sight dimming.
Today I’m going to be talking about my trip to Durango, Mexico. I live in Dacono, Colorado so the drive to Colorado to Durango takes two days. My grandparents and I, stay in Mexico for about two weeks and a half and we leave Friday morning like at 4:00am and we arrive to the border of El Paso, Texas like at 3:00pm. After we’ve arrived to Texas we make a pit stop to go use the restroom and to also eat because once we leave Texas and into Mexico, its going to be a long while before we get to eat and use the restroom again. Once we leave Texas and enter Mexico our second destination is Chihuahua, Mexico.
Once again, freezing darkness was carrying me in its hand. This time, I was hearing a breath so rough and powerful than the wind of the 1400s. Fear can sometimes make us want to die when you feel that we are in danger because it means two things: either you die and you don’t fear anymore, either you are saved but in that case, you are condemned to fear again and again until your last breath. That was the situation I was put into.
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.
In Reyna Grande’s compelling memoir, The Distance Between Us, she vividly recounts her life and journey from Mexico to the ‘El Otro Lado,’ the United States. Grande grew up in Iguala, Guerroro, a small town in the heart of Mexico. She and her family were brought up in extreme poverty and thus, her parents left for the United States in order to support them. Grande and her siblings were forced to live with their stern, disapproving grandmother and often faced difficulties because of their abusive and impoverished environment. Abandoned by both parent, the three siblings endure various hardships with the hope of a window of opportunity opening for their family.
It was an interesting ride you would never expect was down there. We were on our way to the plane intense was increasing rapidly. On the first plane ride it was just too intense I was so excited everyone was sleeping I was awake the entire ride. The only thing that I had on my mind is me getting there to the hotel. When we were done with the plane ride our first stop was in Texas.
In the article “Water Worries Grow in the Desert Southwest,” Rice (2013) talks about climate changes and causes that impact on water in the desert Southwest. The author mentioned Native Americans, they used canals and dams to bring water since 10 centuries. Today, there are 56 million Americans growing up in Southwest and they have region’s natural dryness. Also, Arizona state has less rain every year around 7.5 inches. In addition, Colorado River is most important to help 30 million people in Southwest.
Here, none of that is true. It has taken us 2 days to get to Saltillo, Mexico. It’ll take us another couple of days to get to Texas. We don’t have a final destination yet but Mami says we’ll figure it out when we get there. We are walking in big groups.
Kansas Bound On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot.
I. Intro: We surveyed most of you, asking what first came to mind about the city of Paris. The most common given responses were: the Eiffel Tower, romance, and light. While these things may be true, there is a darker secret hiding under the “City of Light”; the empire of the dead. We plan to put Paris into your nightmares rather than your dreams with the history of the Catacombs, scary myths and legends about the underground labyrinth, and the extent of its existence today.