How the
internet can come back and haunt you (not necessarily but read on)
For starters, i will begin by thanking one of the few people that i am not related to or knew me enough for reminding me i had a blog (
thnx for the coffees..is that how you spell multiple coffee?!). That kind of starts this blog off. I was working on a roof in the town i used to live in for years. The people of the house were nice. My working partner (dunno what to call them cause they are not my workers) and I would get invited to eat. My friend could talk but not work that well so i continued the job. when the lady talked to me alone, somehow i mentioned something about immigration and it began talks about that. when she asked me (curiously, not negatively) i was quick to deny (a reflex...i wish it's a joke but it's not). i guess some days went by after we finished a part of the job and we had to go back. she mentioned she googled me and found this blog...I didn't freak out
cause i kind of assumed she knew why i lied in the first place but i was more worried cause how i speak in this blog is me
uncensored. my own mother does not know about this blog (although she should) cause i wish people to not see the activist
Paisa but Amos
Iriqui (never hid it before, why start now) the person just living life. I flashed in my mind when she said some of the things i wrote here were kind of (she left it blank cause
im guessing she did not have a word to say very
unfuckin candid). it
embarrassed me but it also reminded me what i wanted out of this site...maybe it did not show her anything new but may have showed her a new face of immigration. one that talks to you like the person on the bus or a co-worker. not like a "foreigner" and have to translate accented
english or learn
spanish. some of our thoughts are lost in translation...mine are not.
this is why it haunted me but it haunted me cause i pushed away this blog for so long...read on
So if anyone has been or has read this blog, i take way big gaps of hiatus (even when i began) for this simple reason...I am talking about a topic I am living at the same time.
Whether you people realise it, some of these discussions tear me up inside. It's something beyond of passion that I speak on. I wish i was stronger and could just keep
haranguing, cussing, and blowing up (like rush
limbaugh on a good pill rage...i mean democrat rage) but it's not good for me...not for anyone. I will do my best to keep updating but I kind of have to brace myself before i do (not about the topic i choose cause i always have more than a book to write about and i have thought it over and over before i even think about putting it online). It's like wanting to swim in nut
freezin (sorry, will try to limit) cold
temperatures.
whether you want to go in, you have to prepare to take that cold. A cold that sometimes i forget how cold it is (
until i read old blogs...ouch. sometimes i was
hella pissed on them).
Don't get me wrong, i do like talking about it cause of the benefit i think it has on people that actually find it, they learn that not all immigrants to this country have it easy or so perfectly clear. that we too have dreams and wishes but some of those wishes are so ignored, abused and unappreciated by citizens (LIKE JURY DUTY!!!). The thing is, it's harsh to open up so much. I wish i
didn't have to say how pissed i am cause i made garbage this day or how is it that i gave so much credit to government and they can forget about people like me, but i do. it's gotta be like reporters (well, the real ones) reporting depressing things after another after another. over time it's gotta affect them. but imagine that reporter had to report being in that situation. being in that fire, being in the shooting, being in the hospital ward with
salmonella cause you ate the peanut butter. That is my reporting. And i do it on the high hopes that it can affect someone. that's it. no fame, no big rallies when i get (if i get) deported, just that they know we people...the ones in immigration limbo as i consider ourselves... do try to function but are confused on what is the next move for us.
thanks again if you read this...and
don't be afraid to email...i wont spam