My name is Juana and I'm Spanish. I moved here about 10 years ago and I didn't expect to stay here that long. I have found here a refuge from violence during the Obama administration, but after Mr. Trump things have gone back to all bad. I feel sad, doubt and frustrated to have no place to go back to, or maybe I do but, without resources, it is like going back to hell: My country is not the same after recent natural catastrophe. I have no place to go, plus my kids don't even speak fluent Spanish. I fell like a chicken in a chicken dance and only my faith gives me strength to wake up from bed in the morning with the illusion of this nightmare will change and the hate will be gone and I will be able to see more love, acceptance and tolerance again in this country.