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“Turi remembers this strange feeling repeated throughout his life: who he thinks he is in his mind is sometimes not who others see or imagine he can be. This gap never seems to go away. Sometimes this secret self is comforting, for its privacy. Sometimes it is amusing, when he witnesses what crazy assumptions others have of him. Too often this gap is dispiriting, a prison inside of him without any means of escape.”

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Nobody’s Pilgrims

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Sergio Troncoso
Sergio Troncoso

Sergio Troncoso is an American author known for his profound portrayals of Latinx Americans. His works often focus on immigration experiences, family relationships, and social changes. more

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