Futuro.

Futuro, investigate.

Futuro, Futuro, investigate.

When Diego and Mario planned their escape,

they knew they'd have to do it in the middle of the night.

We decided to do it at night because when it's less busy,

the encargated ones from the house are too low.

When the bosses were less vigilant,

and when all the other workers were in their rooms, sleeping.

It was a warm night in May 2018 in a town near Raleigh,

the capital of North Carolina.

It was eerily quiet as they each packed a single bag.

They couldn't carry much on their long walk in the dark,

so they only took some of the clothes they had brought with them from Mexico.

Diego and Mario had only walked the dirt road out of the camp once before,

and it was during the day.

It could be risky getting out to the main road at night.

Two guys alone who were not from there, they could seem suspicious.

They were terrified.

They walked in the dark using their cell phones to light up the way,

scragally brambles with thorns lined their path,

taking every step with trepidation,

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