The Guatemalan frontier has become a Petri dish of sorts where one can observe the fallout of immigration policy in powerful solution. Unlike the 1500 mile US border with Mexico, exceptionally poor Guatemalan infrastructure has pushed the vast majority of cross border forays into two bottlenecks.
Focusing on the first 300 miles of the route, I started in a labour and prostitution market on the Guatemalan side, I crossed the river separating the two countries on a homemade raft before boarding a freight train along with an estimated 1000-1500 immigrants heading north.

The face of economically driven migration looks more like the stark mask of war. Families are torn apart, women are raped, men are assaulted and killed, and everyone –absolutely everyone –is robbed. In what has become the accepted risk of travel, immigrants are literally dismembered by the very machine that carries them north, falling under the heavy rolling wheels of the American owned freight train that runs from Guatemala to the United States border.