Friday, January 25, 2013
A migrant's journey
This backpack was in a stream running alongside a road on a rainy afternoon. We stopped to investigate and I became consumed by emotion when I held it in my hands. I don't know who it belonged to, their story is something I will never know. What I did know is that I was standing there because my parents, luckily, did make it across. In that moment, holding that backpack made me reflect on what that meant, and it overwhelmed me.