Immigration is a physical act. A body of water is crossed; a mountain range grows smaller and smaller until it appears to be the knuckles of a hand resting on the earth. A dissonant jumble of consonants and vowels seeps into our thoughts until our dreams are flooded. We fall asleep under one sun, and the next day a new, strange light calls our bodies from sleep. This is immigration. No matter what the ideological and political reasons are, the act of leaving one's homeland is a physical separation... More >>>