PAPER DREAMS
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It begins in a dream of a different world that leaves a mark on you.
A world where prosperity waltzes at its peak, taking leaps that change into falls overcoming new steps. They are the aspirations of
acquiring respect for the bull [for it makes the man who lives with him respectable] and sending hundreds of horns flying. Following the chant “I can,” they are the diversity of cases that portray and identify the day-by-day reality, which occasionally lacks a voice to transmit them. Nevertheless, some heartfelt immigrants transform them day after day.
My objective is to make the everyday realities of immigrants in Danbury, Connecticut, visible, to share motivating life experiences, and to raise funds for food for the community.
Hungry Little Bird
I'm coming to pick up food. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. It depends considerably on my mood. I'm honest with you, life sometimes loses a great deal of meaning. It feels like I have dashed back to the end. Falling on the blisters on my hands, one fall after another, feeling fatigued with so much lead inhaled from daily sanding, some of which had blown up in the same air. They don't allow me to breathe much. What will they give me for food today? Maybe a pail of eggs so that I can eat five of them at most, and the rest can be exchanged for rent, and as a bonus, a bit of milk to satisfy the cravings caused by isolation. What I share with you is complicated, but it is the truth. It has been a few days and many years since I have survived like a little bird. Biting bit by bit. You may say, “Lazy countryman, no one can starve here,” but I regret to tell you that a necessity requires no invitation. It comes unexpectedly, reassuring blame, and feeling like it will never disappear. I will not kill the anxiety in my soul with sorrows beyond your control.
I'm going to continue my path enjoying this delicious oatmeal with a few pieces of apple to make my new day sweeter.
Editor's note: Agu Saquicela is a creative writer and a father who has participated in the Parent Leadership Training Institute (PLTI) program. His project is to bring to life the everyday stories of immigrants. We are pleased to present him with a platform through which to share his writing with the greater community.