|I'm so proud of this drawing! 1st time drawing with paint and 1st time drawing a landscape. |
This beautiful place is "El Cerro del Petacal" (The Petacal's Hill). This is the view that I would see every morning. Those fields are the ones where I used to work when living in Mexico. Working in here from sun up to sun down. Yeah, it was a hard job and we were pay very little. Working under the sun, not having water, blisters, cuts, feeling hungry because nearby animals ate my food... But they were the best days of my life! I wouldn't change my childhood for anything in the world! The earthy smell of the fields, the sound of the birds, the sunlight in my face, I miss all of them (sometimes I even miss the smell if the cows next to our territory xD) damn, if it wasn't for society, for our government, for the economy, for the search of a better place, for a better future, for the promise of the "American Dream"... I would have stayed in Mexico.
But at some point of my life I have also become a foreigner in my own country. A country that began to see me as an stranger. And I know I will never go back.
Life of an immigrant. I'm not from here nor from there.