Migrating, different than travelling!

 Migrating is not just the trauma of resettling faraway from your birthplace.
Part of migrating includes, in order to be accepted, some initial denigrating processes.
You want to be accepted so badly that you seem to forget them once your new found country strange habits (lifestyle) hits you right in the middle of the face.

 These processes include the answering of questionnaires requesting all sorts of details about your past present and future.
Another one is the xray of your chest to look for TB.
And I, in all my arrogance, had thought I was coming from a country with much higher health standards than Australia.
How arrogant of them!

 I have been waiting for a few years now to construct an old fashioned suitcase in Rawhide, because of its transparency.
I want to write phrases with pastels and illuminate it from within.
The idea comes from the vulnerability of travelling as a migrant.
You think that you and your luggage is for your eyes only, but after going through many customs checks and questionnaires s, up to landing in front of a doctor in your underwear, for your xray, you have been by now exposed to everybody's eyes.

 Strangers with patronising attitudes have had a look at you from every angle and not just the outside.
Strangers with their silly mechanical Australian accents have been looking all the way inside you "sit over there luv and wait for the doctor."
This little piece of rawhide is my starting point, a sample, and the first thought.

 It is also there to remind me that I have not constructed the bigger piece, THE LUGGAGE.
The statement "I DONT" comes from the fact that, while migrating, whenever I was asked questions, I felt like saying, "no, I don't want to answer!"
"OPEN YOUR LUGGAGE!" "WAIT THERE!" "COME BACK NEXT WEEK!" "STAY IN THIS QUE!" "GO HERE, THERE!" "DO THIS, NO THAT!"

 Now more than then I feel that I wanted to have said, "NO, DAMM YOU, YOU ARROGANT BASTARD, I DONT WANT TO, STOP LOOKING AT ME THAT WAY!"