Nothing Personal

It’s been two months since all of us got here, to this beautiful and really really really white city. So, what do I want to write about? I don’t want to expand on my work, which to be honest, it’s the only thing that keeps my sanity these days, not that I am becoming crazy, but there are days that I think: Really, what am I doing here? I miss my family, my friends, my city, my beautiful city…the long Sundays walks watching the ocean (back in Lima I live just blocks away from the pier). Why did I come here? I miss my bike man…I miss not being able to sleep and just grabbing my bike and go with her (yes, it’s a she, her name is Betty), to wherever I wanted to.

Food Reform: The Need for a More Inclusive System

Bread for the City has spent 43 years reducing the burden of poverty in Washington DC, by supporting its residents living with low income. George A. Jones has been serving as Bread’s CEO for 22 years now. In this interview he discusses the food system and the need for a change. He shares his vision of a more inclusive model and the main challenges and obstacles to getting there…

According to the United States Census, 18.6% of people in DC are living below the Federal Poverty Line. How is food insecurity linked with poverty?

Communications that inspire: A fellow’s reflections on a year at Bread for the City

Elton Johnson (26), began his work as the first Communications Fellow at Bread for the City in September of 2016. Today, back in his country, he shares his experience…

Where are you from?

Living in Kingston, Jamaica but originally from Montego Bay, Jamaica. When I tell people about Jamaica I always encourage them to embrace duality and Montego Bay is no different. Imagine the most beautiful and relaxing beaches you’ll ever see just a few miles away from the chaos and confusion of Jamaican city life.

What is your background?

Arrival

I arrived in DC exactly a week ago. As the plane prepared to descend at the airport, a lump in my throat, a mixture of nerves and hope entered my chest, I could barely breathe. Usually when we are about to embark on a big change in our lives, these sensations take over us, it almost feels like jumping to the void, in this case I was making a leap to the capital of the United States of America, the promised land, right? Expectations are inevitable, not even my 10 years as a buddhist could stop the anxieties that throbbed next to my heart. Especially for a young homosexual man who has never been away more than 3 months from his family and friends.