I am very interested in sharing with others my perception of life given my situation in this country. Living marginalized to some extent by a system that demands you have some documents in order to be an individual. I remember when I received my first piece of mail, I was so happy because I felt I am finally someone here, I exist. It is so hard to assume a ghost-like existence, just to name it.. where at one point you are not a material person but you struggle every day to materialize your self.

People tell me don’t “make waves,” stay silent, what are you doing at this place and that .. well simply I am being present and reclaiming my space.