Sanchez dreamed for years about a new life beyond the border. Now the day has come he felt scared about the unknown, leaving his family behind to become an illigal imigrant in the land of the free.
This was what he wanted , just a swim of 10 miles seperated him from his goal. His eyes looked up to the stars in the sky as they would give him the starting sign for his journey.
A last prayer , whispering words lost into the blasting sound of waves crashing on the shore. He had practised for almost a year, the tide would help him . His fingers started to shiver , it was time to go, getting nervous was not good.
The sea was cold at night, the salty drops of water touched his lips. For a second he wandered if he did the right thing but there was no way back.....not any more.
His first strokes gave him the courage to forget the fears, the doubts, the life he had.
Everytime he came on top of a wave he could hear the small lights in the far distance calling his name.
He was almost there,...oh yes,...every breath , every footpeddle,...almost there.
The lights became bigger and bigger as he could almost touch them. He did not hear the sound of the engine running along his left side.
“American Coast Police, please return to your country or we will arrest you....”.

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