It might sound pathetic and absurd to many, but those are the hopes of poor Dominican people. One of the rituals was going out on New Year’s Eve and running around “el barrio” with an empty suitcase. People even followed rituals to bring luck and get a visa. People prayed every night hoping to be blessed with the fortune of going to New York. My big round eyes filled with envy to one day live that dream. The smell of prosperity, the smell of New York. The people that lived in New York and came to visit had a scent on their clothes impossible to confuse. Big streets, snow, tall buildings, tons of food and electricity 24/7, it was almost impossible to believe. White people with green or blue eyes was all I pictured. When I was a little girl in the Dominican Republic, my dreams about America were distant from the reality. “ Nueba Yol de mi fantasia, porque New York es otra cosa.”
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