The United Nations has proclaimed 18 December as International Migrants Day. I want to honour the rights of migrants workers and their families as well, since I have myself migrated from Southern to Northern Italy with my parents.
Into the same country, as a child I experienced hard times trying to rebut social biases and the mockery of my accent. Heaven knows how much I had been missing my birthplace. And some of its limitations, too, that I was learning to notice from a new perspective. Still, it took just a few years for me to feel I belonged to a place where I wasn't born. But then I moved again on my own to attend college in Bologna, mingling with people from all around the world.
It was then that I understood I'd never feel at home anywhere, anymore. Or better, I could have been well-suited to any place, as long as people would have shared the will to connect. I think this is what happened when the baby on the portrait and me glanced at each other: we were curious. Differences are a great chance to widen our own experience of life, instead of narrowing it.
Pencil and ink drawing based on a photographic portrait I took with iPhone 3G S.