Many times we are wrongly confronted with the issue of immigration and we forget that we too, in the early 1900s, had a migrant story. How can we forget the big ships, the overflowing trains, the thousands of unfortunates with
a cardboard suitcase? People willing to accept any kind of work to survive. History is repeating itself with the only difference that we are not migrating. When we talk about the problem of migration, we use inhuman language, which often reduces the tragedy to numbers and statistics. But this suffering concerns real people, people with aspirations, people with dreams, people like us, with families, friends. Only when we stop to look into the eyes of a specific person, we no longer see any refugee, any migrant, but simply a person, with our own ambitions, with emotions, with a story.
a cardboard suitcase? People willing to accept any kind of work to survive. History is repeating itself with the only difference that we are not migrating. When we talk about the problem of migration, we use inhuman language, which often reduces the tragedy to numbers and statistics. But this suffering concerns real people, people with aspirations, people with dreams, people like us, with families, friends. Only when we stop to look into the eyes of a specific person, we no longer see any refugee, any migrant, but simply a person, with our own ambitions, with emotions, with a story.
It is from here that we should start, as the psychology professor Arthur Aron said "looking at each other for 4 minutes can bring two people together", creating bonds, making it clear that there are no differences, that every person has the right to express.
In short, identifying oneself with the other, in his culture, in his past, in his skin. A game of looks that allows one to rediscover the other not as different, but as similar. I chose the faces that are the part that most communicates and that we tend to forget the most expressive part. Different faces of the same extraordinary Humanity.
A glance would be enough to understand a person's story.
In short, identifying oneself with the other, in his culture, in his past, in his skin. A game of looks that allows one to rediscover the other not as different, but as similar. I chose the faces that are the part that most communicates and that we tend to forget the most expressive part. Different faces of the same extraordinary Humanity.
A glance would be enough to understand a person's story.
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