A body full of past marks heals past hurts and hides living losses. Here beats a heart invulnerable by noise, iron, and twist. Our boundaries are today more tight than ever. Who are the confined ones, who decide those you can enter or not?. Shall we deal with the migration as if it is a dead body poisoning our meekness or it is a real question that the imperial western capitalism doesn't want to answer? The question is: you'll stand to face this (un)ethical premise?.
—Welket Bungué