Posted 6 months ago on Nov. 1, 2012, 5:19 a.m. EST by jdjohn1990
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I went to Mexico because my mother killed three people to avenge my rape, even though I told her not to. We were put on the kill list. So, I ran and made it to Mexico; all the way to the first stop where you need a passport. I asked for political asylum and was refused after they contacted the US embassy. On my way back towards the American border, I was pulled over because they said I was going too fast. But, I was not speeding and they did not have a radar gun. They took me out at gun point and searched my car. They made me call some child and talk to him. I apologized for having killed his brother, who I assume my mother killed and, he said ok. Some other kid asked me when I was going to start crying, in Texas or Atlanta. But, they then decided to let me go and told me not to stop until they passed me. Three large convoy trucks filled with soldiers passed me. Then I stopped to return because they kept my license and phone. After I had just pulled over, an SUV pulled up and asked me why I stopped. He searched me and told me to keep going. I soon reached the river and was told to get out and swim. I made it to Texas and wandered for some time with no money. Kindly, some woman pulled up next to me in her car to give me shoes and food. I soon realized that I had no choice but to go back to my car in Mexico. I swam back without trouble. My car was there, but things were stolen. That night as I drove around I was being followed and I had no money. I decided to go back to America. I got across and slept for the night and realized that I had to return to Mexico, there was no other hope. I returned to Mexico. As I slept in my car a convoy truck with soldiers tapped on my window and searched me for no reason. Then they simply drove off. 10 minutes later another convoy pulled up, searched me, and arrested me for no reason. My car was impounded and I was brought to an abandoned prison. In the morning I was brought to a room and at a table there was the same guy who had joked about me crying. They said to each other, I can’t believe he came back. They let me go, but kept my car. I apologized to the guy who had joked again, for what my family must have done. He called me chilly and walked away. I received no ticket or explanation. But, I got my car out, though it had been vandalize, I drove to the US to get a wire and go home.