I’m from Dominican republic but now, I  live in new York.  When I first arrived to new York, I remembered the chicken feathers and santo domingo coffee packets that my grand mother sent to me and sometimes. Those things of santo domingo here were scary and strange.

The coffee I drank almost every day. When I take a drink I close my eyes and am transported me to the Dominican republic, listening to my grandmother saying “ careful if you burn your mouth that is hot coffee “.

I cut the feather and they are arranged to scratch my ears now.

I still have my first photo that I shoot here when, I arrive with a manual camara not digital camara
 

– William

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant