29 June, 2017
When you move to a new country everything is different, you’re surrounded by people who don’t look like you and don’t think like you. You can’t tell who will help you, who will ignore you and who might be hostile. You wonder if leaving home was a mistake. Sometimes you’re not sure who you are, would your parents recognise you? It feels like you’re on your own. For some people, practicing the religion of their parents together with other uprooted people is a way of giving and getting support. The Italian Procession with its floats of saints and biblical tableaux gives the community a chance to proudly show off its Italian roots.
Even though I’m anti-clerical, atheist and only 50% Italian I still love the Procession for its wall-to-wall Italians, porchetta, focaccia, watermelon and Peroni: it feels good to be out on the street with so many Italians.
17 March, 2019
Yasser was brought up in a rural district approximately 800km from Khartoum. He fled his country at the age of 28, after being imprisoned and tortured by the Sudanese State. When he was released he had no choice but to run; leaving his mother and younger sister behind, he went to Libya, from there, he managed to get to England. He had very little money and no contacts here. Growing up was hard and it wasn’t safe, ‘human rights are like the lottery in Sudan, some get it, some don’t’.
He settled in Birmingham, and was granted asylum in 2005. He loves the UK but even though he has asylum status he is scared to call on the authorities such as the police or the ambulance in case he is sent back to Sudan. Due to the nature of his arrival and stay, he now suffers from ill health. He hasn’t spoken to his family now for a few years even though they are alive and well.
I decided to take the picture the way I did because it shows how he was feeling. It made me realise how much I was taking life for granted. I am the same age as this man and his upbringing and mine were vastly different.
17 October, 2017
I come from a family of migrants. My father’s father, Bautista, emigrated to Venezuela in the early 1930s from Spain, and my mum’s father, Nicola, emigrated to Venezuela in the late 1940s from Italy. Both of them were looking for a better life in this new country that was welcoming hundreds of migrants from the old continent.
I’m originally from Venezuela, but I hold a dual nationality Spanish/ Venezuelan. I have been living in the UK since 2004. I originally moved to Britain in order to learn English. I arrived when I was 17 years old and I was hosted by an English family. I never planned to stay for longer than 9 months. However, when I embarked on my trip to Britain I took certain objects that still remain with me.
This is a picture of my parents, Ivone and Jose, and a letter written to me by my father. After 8 years living in the UK, I still carry my parents’ photographs in my purse, and now and then re-read my father’s encouraging and inspiring words.
