I had all these constructed images in my head before I went to America to spend the next two years. There’s an uncanny sensation that we know this land very well before ever going there. Like meeting a person for the first time and knowing exactly what they will be like and what to expect from them. In America I felt like a stranger, an outsider who will never fit in. Detachment was my only way to cope, I was an observer, I was invisible and I tiptoed quietly passing by Chicago, New York, Boston, New Orleans and Mississippi.
I took these photographs while I waited for the time to pass.
The American dream was not my dream.