Here is my family, in this room, in our home, the only citizens in our own private country. And here I am, too. my people are not my people no one; my temporary French community. and so we should try and make a connection that is positive for those around us. In reality, nobody is unrelated to me here and now. I am consciously related to people in my families, local communities, and trans-disciplinary communities, following a constantly varying pulse wave of communications. a boyfriend, a husband Community gave rise to this voice, it gives it strength and direction but I believe we can aspire to a whole experience, and connect as a total identity A child, into a stable family living in an advanced western society. lovable dad, good husband, hold in their minds the needs of those whose cares reach only to the immediate; a father, I'm connected to a web that I now can't do without. family; Which is a good thing that I love people, music, smiling at a complete strangers, and this cosmos of life! My Grammy was a Mayan native who spoke Spanish. She was dark and short. She was born Lucila Carmen Alvarez in Zapaca, Guatemala on June 2, 1888. my identity as an individual is a result of the fusion of these two complementary, yet opposing forces. organisms of elements in tandem, bonding reacting inhibiting and exciting, aggressive behaviour and dormant stages of overwintering. an iranian, from tehran - immigration kept my black head strong; a son, a brother, a father, a husband, For starters my first name is José, but since my dad is called the same I go by my middle name, which is Francisco. the acknowledgment of support pressuring the skew of one way or another. She came to Canada when her son, my Grandfather, was a boy, during the Depression. He can speak Spanish, though I never hear him do so. He raises his family in a North American bungalow. Guatemala is a place they have made in the basement. That is where all the Spanish stuff is kept.