The Invisible Pinoy in New York City (by Maki Somosot)
I live in New York City. It is a city of dizzying extremes, the magnificence of human accomplishment as exhilarating as the grinding poverty and hopelessness that punctuate its streets – an omnipresent stimulant for the soul.
It is where the whole world comes to mingle and play – immigrants, foreigners, expats, runaways, exiles, natives, rural hicks, small-towners, suburbanites, urbanites, lost souls trying to find themselves, stifled souls trying to lose theirs – all swimming in a giant, curdling hodgepodge that simultaneously engulfs and spits everyone out. READ MORE
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