America.

The pinnacle of freedom, America. Meanwhile you, in Mexico, live a life of danger.. and honestly you want to leave it. Sure you were born here, but like.. do you really call it “home”? It’s not so habitable really.. So, like every other person wanting to have a great life, you decide to enter America. Though.. it’s hard. You need a Visa, passport, access, yada yada yada. Your just 20, you don’t even know what is a Visa.. but, there IS a shortcut.

That. Darn. WALL.

Its a nice shortcut. Just climb over it, and pray to God patrol doesn’t find you..

A few hours later, you find yourself in front of the rusty metal wall. Holding a rope, and other gadgets. So, What are you going to do?