An illegal crossing that is correctly organized
The new trochero was a young and dark man, he came from Maracay and as soon as he approached us he began to tell us his story, even without explaining to us what the dynamics would be like. He told us that he had been working on the roads for barely 3 months, but he said that he earned much more money here than anywhere else. However, in the middle of his story we were really worried about our safety and we expressed our concerns to him; he guaranteed that nothing could happen to us, because no matter what, he was sure that if something would happen to us, something much worse would happen to him. It was as if he was putting his own life as a guarantee for our safety and that managed to diminish our anguish at times.
It was 5:20 am and we were back in Venezuela, Carlos said goodbye and engaged again in what is now his new job, while we went into our next step to reach our next destination. There was a number stuck in our minds throughout our journey: nine. There are nine groups of people interlinked in this illegal transit network.