They found him severely dehydrated and malnourished, hiding behind some boxes inside the truck. No one knew how long had he been inside of it, but the best estimate was at least five days. He was unconscious and they took him immediately to the hospital.
He woke up a couple of days later, his name was André, be explained in a coarse voice. He worked loading boxes on trucks. He had been working on that one, he remembered something hitting his head, and the next thing he remembered was waking up on a moving truck. Knowing that no one would hear him scream, he decided to stay calm and save energy. He didn't know when it was morning and when it was night. He was thirsty and hungry, feeling his body shutting down. He had been both too hot and too cold. And the noise, that was possibly the worst of all. It wasn't loud, it was only constant and unchanging. The wheels of the truck on the road, the creaking of the boxes moving one on top of the other. It was unnerving. André thought he would go crazy. he thought he wouldn't live to see the light of another day.
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