The power of Detroit

It has been exactly two months since I arrived to Detroit. Writing from my desk, leaning back and exhaling a long sigh, after all this time running myself into the ground, I take a minute for myself… Yeah, how did I get here?

When Atlas Corps and America Solidaria selected me for a double fellowship I was super excited and honored. But being honest, weeks after that, when I read Detroit, my face probably unconsciously grimaced. Instantly I was trying to mentally recall something that would give me a clue of what I would find there. The next step was probably frowning; snow, gray and cars were the three words that first appeared in my mind. Do I really want to be there for one year? I wished someone had been there to tell me now how expressive my gestures were (as they have been forever).