Dangerous Life in Tijuana

In 1789, a man from the mountains of Brazil had an idea that would change his countries’ history. Joaquim José da Silva Xavier, also known as Tiradentes, had a clear goal: to obtain Brazil’s independence from Portugal. Both during his life, and long after his death, Tiradentes inspired Brazilians to fight for their freedom.

Walking into the cemetery, I noticed that the night shined brighter than the day and the music was more alive than ever. I could hear the song, “Puno de Tierra” by Ramon Ayala, playing in the background and there were many families gathered around the graves of their loved ones. I could smell the fresh copal burning into the air and I noticed that my uncles tumba (tomb) looked cleaner than any other day. His grave was decorated with marigolds, candy skulls, pan de muertos, and white candles along with a few of his favorite foods and a portrait of him placed in the middle for everyone to see. Then, I suddenly open my eyes to see myself sitting down on a sofa from our living room, and in the background I heard my grandmother continuously repeating

I started walking in, taking shaky steps as I sat down and braced myself for the scariest ride I will

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

with the other seventy five people who were in the same boat as me. I had never been so scared

After breakfast I went into town just to get off of this ranch. I chose to go to The gavilan for a drink. After I had my drink I searched for Guadalupe to pay the bill,but I couldn't find her so I just left the money on the counter.

Everyone says cancun is great.I would love to go to cancun because there is ziplines, cool islands, and a huge snorkaling and scubadiving park.

The next day, I was preparing for living in the castle (the safe spot from the plague) for months or even for years. I had to pack clothes, food, work material etc. As I was

Consolidating itself as the leader of drug trafficking in Mexico. The Arellano Felix brothers infiltrated Baja California and created the Tijuana Cartel. Over the years, both cartels developed a deep rivalry, which reached one of its most violent points on May 24, 1993, when both cartels staged a deadly shootout at the Guadalajara International Airport where one of the seven victims was Cardinal Juan Investments

Another character in the novel that resembles the coyote is José Navidad. José plays the role of the “bad guy” in the novel who rapes women and intrudes on other people’s property as well. For instance, even Cándido feels that José intrudes on his space, ”Now he had to worry about this stinking crack-toothed pendejo nosing around down in the canyon, as if he did not have enough problems already”(p. 90). In addition, José and a friend intrude on the Da Ros property which is part of the real estate Kyra tries to sell. José seems to intrude for the purpose of advantage.

Listen. The sound of the blood rusted chainsaw roars over the eerie silence that plagues the yard. Feel. Rough brick massaging the back of a bald middle-aged man. See. A crimson splatter-painted corpse on the fresh, sticky licorice colored pavement. Smell. The fresh blood oozing out of a rogue head that had been rolled across the alleyway. Taste. The irony tar like saliva laced with blood as you wait for the masked man to steal all sense from your body (Beith n. pag.). With the increasing influence of Mexican drug cartels, all impoverished citizens become subject to violent hate crimes against the government. The government 's lack of control over their people, criminal justice system, and economics demonstrates the instability plaguing Mexican borders. The Mexican government must rise together to legalize marijuana in foreign countries, increase safety in underprivileged communities, and better organize the government in order to save thousands of innocent civilians from horrific chainsaw massacres.

“I’m so glad you chose Veracruz as a place to hold this party, the people are so nice here!” my sister Belky told me. She was right even though the journey on the train to get here was long and annoying, it was worth it in the end as this city is the perfect place for a block party, through the tough journeys i’ve been through this place made me feel better when traveling to the United States. I also needed a place where everyone can come for the party. I see El Brujo we say hi to each other, he befriended me on the train and he is apart of the dangerous and large gang of MS-13, but since we had a friendship that saves me from being a target for the gang. He seems angry, so I probably won’t talk to him for the rest of the night. “Enrique!”

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

“Ooooh the sun going down, and I won’t be here long. Ooooh, then I be going home. Ooooh, I can’t let this dark cloud catch me here.”