Artist Marco Caridad moved to Miami in 2011 "in search of 'The American Dream,' and to build a better future for myself. In my suitcase, I brought some clothes, family photos, personal documents and a few art books."
I moved from Venezuela to Miami in 2011 in search of "The American Dream," and to build a better future for myself. In my suitcase, I brought some clothes, family photos, personal documents and a few art books.
Being an immigrant is anything but simple. At first, friends gave me lodging while I found a place to live and I spent part of my savings on hiring an immigration paralegal and buying a small car to get around. I looked for a job, but I couldn't speak a single word of English. I discovered very quickly it was a problem, so I enrolled in free English classes at Coral Gables Senior High School.
After a few months, I looked for the most economical accommodations I could find: a small room in between Little River and Little Haiti. This "efficiency" was depressing because it was dirty, small, and the area was a bit dangerous. It was rough living in such a small place with dirt floors for the entrance, and in between stray chickens, cats and dogs. After paying the required three months’ rent and buying a few necessities at the Little River's Family Dollar store, I had $25 left in my wallet.
I'll never forget when I went to my first formal job interview, at the 111 building in Brickell. To all the questions they asked me, I replied using the only word I knew by then which was "Yes," and I filled out the applications using my cellphone to translate. As I left the building to get my car in the parking lot, the attendant in the parking lot said to me: "Mijo, it is $25.” Then with tears in my eyes, I replied (in Spanish): "It cannot be possible, please check my ticket, it was only an hour or less." But the attendant made it clear to me that it was a flat fee of $25. So I gave her the last $25 I had in my possession.
















