
Pardeep Singh Kaleka: The Gift of Our Wounds
Our journey began in America when I was 6 years old. When my mother, father, brother, and myself immigrated over, our status simply read “Resident Alien.” Coming from a small and humble faming town in Northern India, this was probably an improvement from the life that we would have led had we stayed, or was it? It can be concluded that this is probably the mindset of nearly every immigrant. The idea that this American Dream will lead to a better life. The year was 1982 when we moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, a small manufacturing town, built on beer...
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