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Home Away From Home: Stop and smell the Coxinha

Written by Emily Barnard Each installment of the series “Home Away from Home” will feature a young woman immigrant and the place in New York City that reminds her most of her home country, providing comfort and easing the stresses of starting life in a new country. Steps from the 36 Avenue N-Train station in Astoria, Queens, there is a Brazilian market that Santos (São Paulo state) native Nara Roberta calls her home away from home. Rio Market sells the...

Real People. Real Lives.

Real People. Real Lives. Women Immigrants of New York: Mika, 25, from Japan

  Mika’s photograph and story were curated as part of the photo and storytelling exhibit, “Real People. Real Lives. Women Immigrants of New York.” It was pretty hard to keep my heart peaceful. My goal was to become a successful model. That means I needed to have the right agency, as well as talent. It wasn’t easy to get there, because New York is the most competitive place in the world. My friend taught me a lot of things to...

Features & analyses

The power of food in refugee integration

Written by Khatia Mikadze Across all cultures, food is about sharing, community, and hospitality; it is an international language that is not spoken, but rather tasted and felt. It’s not hard to understand how food can be used as a tool to help to build relationships around the world — in New York alone you can’t even walk down the street without passing restaurants serving food from countries like Cuba, Thailand, Brazil, France, Morocco and the Middle East. Food is...

Real People. Real Lives.

Real People. Real Lives. Women Immigrants of New York: Martina, 23, from Mexico

  Martina‘s photograph and story were curated as part of the photo and storytelling exhibit, “Real People. Real Lives. Women Immigrants of New York.” After I immigrated to the United States I struggled a lot with myself. My family and I came when I was only seven years old and settled down in the Bronx, while my grandmother Luisa stayed in Mexico. Luisa had always been like a mother for me, and it was really hard to live so far away...