I was twenty-two, and in Bolivia. I'd been to every other country in South America, and now I was set on getting into Chile, the last on the list. After several days, I reached the hills. It was cold, and even the distant mountains were clear. The days were lonely, but one evening I met Filomeno and his fellow teachers. They tried to persuade me not to go to Chile, saying it was a bad place, and that I would be killed. I didn't believe them. I knew nothing of the current politics; I just wanted to go there. So I walked into the mountains, feeling excited, and came to a sign with the word "Chile" on it. A frightening soldier appeared, stuck a gun in my back, and pushed me down a slope to the police station. The police chief then told me, "There's nothing for you here." I explained that I had come to see this beautiful country. But he was annoyed. In the evening they filled me with food. There was laughter, and I was less tense. Then the police chief took me to a tiny cell. I lay down on the mattress  . Even though I had no light and none of my possessions, I felt  _ . At least I had arrived! And what a story I'd have to tell! The next morning I was released, and I was told that Chile didn't want me. Throwing my belongings into my backpack, I shouted and screamed at the soldiers. After all this effort I was being sent home! I stomped   towards Bolivia expecting to feel a bullet. But I'd be back! I told myself. The author went to Chile to   _  .
visit his friend Filomeno settle there forever complete his trip plan risk his life