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No-one had a torch. Potholes were treacherous. Only the floodlights of the odd truck in the opposite lane of the highway helped them see a few feet at a time. Within minutes, a young man lay on his back, hugging his knee to his chest. The single mother and her boys strode past, keeping pace with the long train of people. Her ultimate destination: Los Angeles, a city where she knows no one. Trump, who campaigned against illegal immigration to win the US presidential vote, has seized on this caravan in the run-up to the Nov.
Yet its members make up a fraction of the hundreds of thousands of people who every year flee violence and poverty in Central America for the United States. Estimates on the size of the caravan vary from around 3, to more than double that. Some migrants have abandoned the journe y, deterred by the hardships or the possibility of making a new life in Mexico. Others joined it in southern Mexico. Escobar kneaded her shin. Agile and slight, she used to exercise regularly back home in the crime-wracked city of San Pedro Sula.
But even the hardiest would have struggled to cover about 30 miles every day since she joined the caravan on Oct. If she and her boys were lucky, a passing car or minivan would give them a ride before the sun turned the day from sticky warm to sticky hot. Soon the boys watched wide-eyed as dozens, mainly young men, sprinted for the backs of slowing trucks and jumped aboard β an impossible feat for a mother with two small children. That morning, there had been nothing to eat at the school where they slept on a three-foot square patch of floor, squeezed among dozens of parents with small children.
A shifting committee of self-appointed representatives in green jackets decide when to rise, move or sweep the streets they borrow for a night.