People call me “El Canoso” but my name is Carlos (changed for anonymity). I was named after my father for having so much white hair, but oddly enough my beard and mustache was very dark. Every morning at 5 AM I wake up “regando” everything in my “Ranchito” with my father. We also feed the chickens, check our chile, and ... Read More »
When the idea of a personal artistic experience comes to mind, the first thing that jumped in my mind is Miao Sun. He was born in April 1972 in North China and came to America in 2015. His last name goes by his father, who worked in a reservoir, so his first name has a meaning of water in Chinese. ... Read More »
…the smugglers kidnapped me and kept me in a garage in Santa Ana for about 3 weeks not knowing what they wanted to do with me… My father is Arturo Calvario and he was born on January 2, 1967 in Guadalajara Jalisco, Mexico. The following is from his memories in his point of view on his journey to the U.S ... Read More »
I was living in Michoacan, Mexico on a small poor ranch where it smelled like cows and horses. It was a ranch far away from the city and was surrounded by dust and trees where only our family struggled day by day. I had only gone to school from kindergarden to 6th grade which meant I couldn’t do anything else ... Read More »
It was 1977 when Gonzalo was left in an orphanage in Puebla, Mexico while he was still a child. For about 12 years Gonzalo lived in the orphanage. Gonzalo did all kinds of things in the orphanage, things such as picking up the cow poop, milking goats, and going to other cities in Mexico. One thing Gonzalo liked about the ... Read More »
My name is Jorge Rey (name changed to preserve anonymity). I am patient. I am outgoing. I am humble. I am one of a kind. I happily live in Hayward CA with my wife, two sons, daughter-in-law and my one year old nephew who I adore so much. I was born in 1974 in Guatemala. I lived with my grandparents ... Read More »