So sad, and yet pressingly necessary: the transformation of these discarded objects into art and monument, commemorating the courage of the migrant!
So many undocumented migrants have to shed everything, down to skin and bones; not once, but multiple times, like phoenixes caught in a seemingly endless feedback loop, undergoing a geographical bone marrow transplant forced upon them by a world that rejects their very existence; persistent, they try on new landscapes, searching for livable surroundings instead of the dieable homelands they're fleeing from.. I cannot find any other term to mark their Ethos than the Portuguese "Saudades!"
(Photos from Utne Reader online article)