| dc.description.abstract | No, she is not my mom, not my
aunt, we are not family. Yes, we do
look alike, we do live in the same
neighborhood, we smell the same
coffee beans each morning, and
we share the same zip code. The
only difference between us is I
do have an actual address here,
she does not. Yes, she must have
lived here much longer than me,
she has a history in this town, a
lot of the people would recognize
her smiling spirit right away,
yet she only occupies a corner in
a street near a coffee shop most
of the year. Everyone knows that
space is hers, except the legal papers.
Where are you from? The question
may seem so simple, but regardless
of how many times I am asked the answer
has never been so easy for me
each time I am asked, and I am asked
very often. Belonging, identity, countries,
tribes, bloodlines and borders are things
that confuse me a lot, and for that I decided
to do my thesis about them, trying to
find an answer to a simple question, in a
very complicated universe.
I chose to study these matters through
a transitional program, in a transforming
neighborhood and for users who are in
their most confused age; an international
6 boarding school in Dupont circle. | en |
