LaChapel said that since 2010, the number of homeless immigrants in search of a piece of bread and some hot soup has increased rapidly in his church.
By Zaira Cortés, El Diario/La Prensa
June 29, 2015
Translated from Spanish by Marianna Breytman for Voices of NY
His tattered clothes scream for help through all of their open seams, but their cries don’t get the pity of passersby hurrying along. He doesn’t remember his name, but they call him Pepe Sopo in the Bronx. He introduces himself as a hopeless Mexican without a ceiling above his head. “I am tired of this bloody life,” he whispers, hiding a toothless smile with his calloused hand. “The only thing I have is the street.”
Pepe says that he is in his 40s, lacking the privilege of having a memory. He may have been born in 1972, but he doesn’t have any identity documentation that confirms his age. He looks older, with his skeletal body, consumed by hunger and addiction, and the deep wrinkles in his dark skin.
“It’s quite strange that you’re interested in when I was born because no one cares that I’m going to die,” he said. “We die without anyone praying to our sweet, little God for our souls.”[...]
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