Bowls and bracelets from Thailand

Wooden roses


Peruvian quilt






79th St & Broadway
It's not surprising to find homeless people everywhere in NYC. I particularly feel sorry for this man (picture above) every time I see him on my way to work. I can't believe it! For almost three years I've seen him in the same place. At first I thought nobody cared about his situation, but then I realized about the number of institutions and coalitions dedicated to help people like him. To me it seems like he really wants to live like that, otherwise he could accept pleople's help to have a better life.

After a couple of weeks of living in New York City, I started to feel as if I didn’t really belong here. I had nobody to talk to. Although I lived with my parents and my sister, I missed all my relatives and my old friends. Of course I was in contact with them through the internet but that wasn’t enough for me. I needed them to be with me physically. For the first time in my life I felt this emptiness inside me, and I wished so deeply to go back to Mexico.