“HERE we go. Now all together we will cross the river”. As in front of the Promised Land, between 3 thousand and 5 thousand men and women, on foot, carrying their bags, the children on the shoulders, the wheelchair lift, begin the crossing of the río Suchiate, the river that divides Guatemala from Mexico. Walking slow, dragging his feet in the water that comes to the calf. On the other side you see a human wall: hundreds of agents of the military police, helmet, camouflage, shields, and batons, are nervous.
The last caravan of the migrants, before 2020, is moving from the last Wednesday. By six months there was nothing of the kind. In small groups, communicating with on Whatsapp you are going to meet at the usual place: the bus station international San Pedro Sula, the second largest city in Honduras.
