I receive a scholarship to study at the California Institute of Arts. I cross the US-Mexico border in search of artistic fresh air and my lost Chicano family. I suddenly become ... brown, a "wetback," a "beaner," a "greaser." I do not know the implications of these words. I begin my process of Chicano-ization with the unsolicited help of the LA police.

I walk from Tijuana to Cal Arts in two and a half days, my head covered with gauze. I wear my father's suit and carry a briefcase containing my passport, talismans and a diary.


*Radio Free Pocha