“I am finally free.
Finally free of my home.
Free from the limits present in my society.
No more superficial judgement
From my families’ unreasonable expectations
I am not part of a herd anymore.
I am me.”
Heritage.
Something I had never touched before, had never wanted to touch before.
Was never told was relevant before.
By taking myself out of my usual context I obtained the desire to be an outlier instead of
being part of the herd.
Yet unconsciously I replaced myself within my mother’s nest.
I am simply the product of a mishmash of everything. I was asked if we still lived amongst the monkeys
After repeatedly mentioning Honduras, I was still constantly asked how Chile,
Colombia, Ecuador, Costa Rica, etc., was different from here, how big had been the
impact from moving into a different society.
On the same day I was asked if we had to collect drinkable water from the rain.
Asked if back home he had internet access and smart phones.