Chapter 12

May's Flight (Chapter 11)

March 20, 2016 May just take the bus to Colombia even though he was born in that country He had never wanted to visit it was going to be hard the change had to start from being the well known may berrio of Venezuela to being nobody in Colombia however for him it was the only way out after the incident of his He felt that he had disappointed many people, especially him, not knowing that this trip would become a real hell and that at this moment he would realize what it felt like to be humiliated as he once was with others.

After the bus has been running for approximately 6 hours, the first National Guard station is reached and a guard with a rifle in his hand climbs on it.

Saying

-everyone paper documents in hand

What a tragedy! The only thing he had on him was a false ID that he had made himself in a computer, because he had not lost his skills and an older passport than that.

As soon as the guard took the passport and the ID in his hands, he noticed the forgery and immediately ordered him to get off the bus

May's nerves began to attack and he knew he was in serious trouble and that since he could solve it with money, it was time to do it again.

The guard took him away from the bus and brought him close to a box where evidently the superior or the commander to whom he handed over the documents immediately said in a thick voice and looked at him coldly

-this is a crime and it is paid with jail knew you this card is false this passport is expired decades ago how are we going to solve this you are going to have to stay in jail

May's voice immediately trembled and he was overcome by a terrible desire to cry. He could not believe that he would fall in prison again for the same crime and not only that, he did not stop thinking about his mother who would have to go through the same nightmare with him again.

And immediately he told the commander

-what is happening Mr. Officer is that my mom is dying in Colombia I need to go out and see her there is something we can do to fix this

The commander knew what money was all about

So he said

-How much do you have

May responded

-I have three million is the only thing he charged If he had more believe me he would give it to you

Such a thing was a lie May was carrying approximately twenty million bolivars in his pocket the commander received the money and let him get back on the bus

What he didn't know was that there were still approximately 20 Reten migratorio to go plus the achievement of victoriously avoiding 6 or 7 ,Reten migratorio but when he arrived at the biggest one, which was on the border with Colombia, he didn't have any salvation.

now he was in trouble he got on the bus he was in the middle of nowhere in the country he didn't even have a water bag to buy, thank God the lady next to him had shown herself to be very Colombian ranting all over the place about the National Guard's mistreatment of foreigners and offered to help him cross

During the journey May suffered humiliation after humiliation from each and every guard that got on the bus, however, this lady helped him little by little until he reached the terminal that would cross directly into Colombia. However, even though May only had a pair of Bermuda shorts and t-shirts with him along the way, the National Guard took away each and every one of his belongings when they saw that he did not have money to pay for his freedom.

He lasted practically 2 days without eating or drinking water, he had no TLF, he had no money, he was scared and desperate and truly alone. However, this lady wanted to protect him, he never talked about his hunger and thirst, because he had never asked anyone for anything before and that would not change this time, so he preferred to hold on.

Already in the terminal came the difficult area of the crossing would last more than once the driver sent him down and walk x in front of the Alcabalas and pick it up later he was exhausted thirsty had a bad smell in their armpits by so much sun his saliva was waiting x the lack of fluid actually wanted to cry never imagined looking like this and depend on the mercy and charity of others but it was

The lady and other passengers managed to gather some money and board an old motorcycle with a rather young guajiro who promised to cross it and leave it in Colombia x that amount gathered which was very little while the lady carried a bag with little bottles of medicine that was the only thing she could protect and preserve during the journey

May got on the moped and while they were crossing that mountain that looked more like a jungle than anything else, she could only observe how many guajiro went out to raise a kind of rope on which you had to give them a certain amount of money to let you pass. They came out with machetes and some with machine guns, a rather cumbersome path that seemed never to end was the only part where they could cross it without being stopped by the national guard because they didn't have any papers or identification

Even though that young guajiro was very kind, he was telling him on the way that they were almost in his country, May, he was not stopping thinking about all the wealth he had left behind all that ostentatious life. All those luxuries, Chirly, his mother, his friends, his clients, his apartment, everything he had fought for all his life, had been undone in just one day.

Until you finally see from afar that huge sign that says welcome to Colombia had passed the May terror was on the other side where he had to start from scratch where no one knew him to where no one would play where he had to start again a new story or continue with the story that he had already invented years ago terminal of maicao Colombia

These women were already there, they gave him the bag with the medicines, the only thing he could keep and the only thing they didn't take away from him. without knowing about him and that they were already warned that he would cross to that country, they were excited and deposited him a direct ticket to Montería. There were still 12 more hours of hunger and thirst, since they only deposited him just enough for the ticket, since it was a quite humble family that was going to receive him in that country.

It was already the morning of March 22, 2018 May had finally arrived at Monteria that trip so cumbersome had come to an end to start a new one was waiting at the terminal for about 2 hours would hardly recognize it because it was to seek his cousin was waiting to pick up a woman nothing further from reality that that

When his cousin finally recognized him, she immediately put him on the bike and took him to his new home. The welcome was good, however, May felt disoriented and did not know any of the people who were there, even though they were family and had known him since he was just a baby.

had spent two days in her new home and Mai felt useless. She was not known by anyone and had no one to hold her hand or recommend a good gym to work with so she could only think of continuing her workouts and paying for her testosterone treatment to help her aunt sell cakes on the street.

The first day of the sale was terrible for him. He had never been a street vendor, but he had no other options, like he would do to cover his expenses, like he would do to cover his training without a peso in his pocket, but in spite of all his shyness and shame, that day he sold everything.

After a month of selling cakes, May didn't feel comfortable anymore. He was much bigger, he was stronger, and the little he earned was used for his treatments and training, and loneliness began to attack him. It took longer than usual for his eyes to meet a thin brunette with long hair and a very good silhouette who turned out to be a trans man. Or so they thought, he couldn't believe his eyes in that town so far from the city and the hustle and bustle.