Histoire à partir d'une photo de Dorothea Lange - Anglais

« Dear diary, Today was one of the most trying days I had experienced in several months.

I had the opportunity to face the reality behind the "American Dream". When I woke up, around 9am, I immediately had the feeling that this day was going to be special, different from the others and especially that it was going to change my vision of things.

Obviously, without knowing what I was going to do, otherwise it wouldn't be fun. After drinking my coffee, I put on my pants and my linen shirt, as I usually do, and I put around my neck the strap that holds my camera, the dearest object to me, if we consider that my husband is not an object. In my car, I drove straight ahead hoping to meet a person I could photograph and who could tell me his story. After about thirty minutes, I came across six farmers talking in front of a house made entirely of wood.

I shook my hand at them and decided to stop and ask them some questions. After photographing them, they told me that they were friends and that they weren’t from here, but from Ireland.

In the hope of living the American dream that they had dreamed of.

However, when they arrived here, everything did not go as planned, they discovered misery and precarity.

They tried everything to provide for their basic needs, but it was without success.

So they wandered around in the hope of earning some money to return to Ireland. Moral of the story : the American dream may not exist after all.

The United States, a land of many promises, is in a state of such misery that it drives away those who dream of settling there.. »