Gabriel Lucatero

When I landed on American soil, the noise I made was akin to that of a sack of potatoes. I didn't break any bones, although I was ready to face…

Wednesday, November 24, 2004, is the day when I was born for the second time. It was the day I crossed the border and entered the United States of America.…

8:07 p.m. A knock on the door woke me up. I was afraid to open the door, even though I knew someone was coming to pick me up. A second…

If there had been a way to taste the air I breathed, I would have claimed it tasted different in Hermosillo, Sonora. It did feel different, no doubt. It was…

We walked out of the building, toward the jet bridge. I saw airplanes of different sizes and colors, waiting for the passengers to step into them. The sun of the…

My life became meaningful thanks to a mistake. It all began on a Monday, November 22, 2004, at 11:00 pm. I had a leather backpack, a blue t-shirt that read 'Brussels Belgium'…