Alberto Alves crossed on foot. The goal was the same: to flee Portugal’s misery and Salazar’s dictatorship to look for a better future in France.
For Gebre, everything he knew about Chicago, he learned from watching “Home Alone.” When he came to Chicago he did not own a winter jacket. Now, at the start of his second winter in the city, he remembers his shock and delight at seeing snow for the first time.
“When I arrived in the UK, all of my qualifications and credentials went down the drain.”
I saw my 46-year-old father slowly kneel on the ground next to my mother, who scurried to hold him back up. “I’m so sorry, Yoona, and I’m so sorry to your mom,” he whispered. “I’m an illegal and I’m so sorry I can’t be the husband or father I want to be.”