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Many migrants die in the Darien jungle trying to reach the U.S.

Many migrants die in the Darien jungle trying to reach the U.S.
ALINA DIESTE
AFP

TURBO, COLOMBIA
Part of Evelio Cortez's job is to lay broken dreams to rest.

He's the gravedigger at the cemetery here, so it falls to him to find
the final resting places for the bodies of migrants who wash up on the
local shores, their dream of reaching the United States from places like
Cuba, Haiti, Africa and Asia cut short by the Caribbean waters.

Cortez's realm lies in Turbo, a city of 160,000 in Colombia's hot and
humid northeast, on the shores of the Caribbean Sea and near the border
with Panama. Recently it has become a major transit point for people who
are desperately trying to get to the US.

Thousands of them have come here, from Cuba, Haiti, even as far as
Somalia, Pakistan, Nepal and Bagladesh, ready to cross fetid jungles and
malaria-infested swamps, in the hopes of reaching the promised land and
find their American dream. The dreams of many, however, end up in
unmarked crypts in the Nuestra Senora del Carmen cemetery.

"They are washed ashore, completely decomposed," Cortez told me when I
visited in early August. "And they stay here, probably forever. Noone
will ever come to claim them."

Once in Turbo, the migrants make their way across the waters of the
Uraba Gulf, hoping to sneak into Panama and continue north.

But to do so, they have to cross the Darien jungle, which snakes along
the Panama-Colombia border and is a veritable wall separating Central
and South Americas. Crossing is can be as hazardous as crossing the
waters of the Caribbean.

"The walk itself can be quite short, just a few days," Andy Sanches, a
45-year-old Cuban whom I met at Turbo, told me. "But it's dangerous,
both because of the terrain and because of the drug traffickers who
control the area."

When I visited in early August, there were hundreds of Cubans like Andy,
stuck in Turbo because of tightened border controls in Panama and other
Central American countries. When I saw them, they were living in a
warehouse that a sympathetic local made available after seeing them
camped in the open air in front of a church. They baptized their new
home "Calle Ocho," after the famed street in Miami's Cuban quarter.

The air was hard to breathe -- everyone seemed to be chain smoking to
endure the interminable wait. But despite this, optimism was in the air,
as if the collective American Dream was keeping spirits up. Many told me
they preferred "a tomb in Colombia" rather than returning to Cuba.

"In Cuba, we are without hope. And when a human being loses hope…." was
how 38-year-old Mercedez Salazar put it.

Another curiosity that I found -- the Cubans here weren't as concerned
by US presidential hopeful Donald Trump and his vows to crackdown on
illegal immigration as they were by the thawing of relations between the
US and Cuba. You can understand why -- since the 1960s, Cubans have
enjoyed a sort of privileged status among asylum seekers in the US --
any Cuban who managed to step on US soil was allowed to stay and ask for
a permanent residency permit after only one year. The people I met
wondered how that would change now that relations between the former
foes have softened.

The Cubans undertaking the trip through Colombia embark on a somewhat
surreal voyage. They first head to Trinidad and Tobago or Guyana, one of
the few countries they can enter without a visa. A cruel irony -- to get
there, they often transit through the airport in Panama City, a place
where -- if they are lucky -- they'll pass through a few months later
after an arduous land journey. Once in Trinidad and Tobago or Guyana,
they clandestinely make their way to Colombia, either through Venezuela,
Brazil, Peru or Equador. When they get here, they still have the entire
Central America and Mexico to cross.

Mohamud Warfa was from Somalia, a tall young man who dreams of becoming
a doctor. A few weeks after I met him in Turbo, he sent me a WhatsApp
message, saying that he managed to get to Mexico, but that one of the
three relatives who was travelling with him was killed when he fell into
a ravine in the jungle between Costa Rica and Nicaragua. The same
accident also claimed the life of a Haitian mother, who left behind a
five-year-old orphan. "There are many who die in the jungle, but there
is noone to count them," he wrote.

These days, apparently you don't see many foreigners in Turbo anymore.
The Colombian government has cracked down on illegal immigration and
people traffickers. If the photos that the migantion authorities have
sent to journalists can be believed, the warehouse where hundreds of
Cubans waited during my visit is now completely empty. The Colombian
authorities explain the emptiness this way: "The majority of the
occupants voluntarily agreed to submit to expulsion orders and have left
the national territory by their own means."

I suspect many are trying their luck in the jungle.

Source: Many people die in the jungle in South America trying to get to
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