Mara Isabel Carrasco Cara Chards No.

de Cuenta 30755014-1

18/03/11

I SURVIVED
My boyfriend Daniel and I used to travel a lot. We were what people called adventurous. Our dream as a couple was to travel all over the republic. We had travelled to all the touristic and let say safe places in Mexico. We had already visited a lot of states. On our trip to Guerrero we met a really strange guy, his name was Alberto Gonzlez. Alberto was older than us, he had no family nor friends in the capital, I might say he was a free man. He had visited all the weird places ever, and knew a lot about Mexicos geography. When we told him our life plan, he laughed, he said that that was nothing adventurous at all. Alberto told us that he was going to leave Guerrero in a couple of days and that he was going to Chiapas. He said it was a magical place and invited us to go. We agreed. Alberto was already in Chiapas when we arrived but we didnt see him. He left us a letter in the hotel reception. In the letter Alberto told us that he was in an amazing place and that he expected us to go. He also left us a map. In order to reach this place we needed to walk through the Lacandona Jungle, so we bought al the things we might need in the journey. We were supposed to walk about two hours maximum to reach the tzotzil community. So we did we started walking with the map and a compass as our reference. We walked a lot and I realised we had been walking for four hours. Daniel and I were very scared, it was obvious that we were lost. Daniel told me not to worry, that we were going to be fine, so I calmed down. Seven hours later we were still lost, and we had no more water. Night was falling. And now Daniel was very scared. But the worst thing was that it started to rain. We were screwd. I thought that by this time Alberto had noticed that we were lost and maybe he asked for help to find us. But time passed and there where no signals of human presence there. We layed next to a tree to have some sleep. We were very tired so we slept really fast. But suddenly a sound woke me up. Something was walking close to us. When I opened my eyes I saw a big animal. I thought those things were already extinted. It was a jaguar. I quietly woke up Daniel. We were like statues, we couldnt move. It was the worst night ever, I thought we were going to die. The next morning we realised that we didnt have water. So we didnt walked a lot. Three days passed and we were still lost and weak. We were mad at each other and we didnt speak at all. Daniel was very sick, he can barely move. But finally I found some steps in the ground. We felt very happy! We followed the steps and finally we saw a community. We tried to run, but it was kind of impossible. When we were about to reach it we crashed with a cristal wall. I felt so confused and Alberto was there laughing at us.

When he let us out he fed us and then he took us to a room full of people. Alberto had deceived them also. We stayed there four days and Daniel was getting sicker, I asked for help but nobody did anything. One day he didnt wake up. I was devastated but mi main interest was to get out of that horrible place. One day Alberto invited me to his shak. He said I was very beautiful and he wanted me to become his lover. When he huged me I took a plate and hit him on his head. He fainted. I hurried up and grabbed a cellphone, I called to a number that said helicptero. They told me they were arriving to the place in two hours. alberto was moving so I grabbed a knife and killed him. I took some money and left the shak. I told the pilot that Alberto wanted me to look for some things at the town. When I arrived to the town I decided to leave chiapas. Mi first intencion was to tell the police what had happened but I realise that Alberto knew all this people and they wouldnt do anything. I arrived to Mexico city and told Daniels family what had happened in the jungle. I didnt tell them about Alberto and his cristal wall. One week later I was watching the news with my mom they said that the great psycologist Alberto Gonzlez was found dead while he was doing an experiment at the Lacandona jungle in Chiapas. They were sure that one of the tzotzil community wanted to steal his things and accidentaly killed him. But they didnt say anything about the people he kidnapped. I was very angry I looked at my mom who said: Poor man, and he was just trying to help that people.