Summer in America

There’s rarely a path to true freedom here if you are an immigrant

Deniz Çam
Jan 8, 2020 · 13 min read
Illustration by Eb Ball

It had been six days since my anxiety found itself a cozy place in my throat, and even that didn’t stop me from taking a sip from the fanciest glass of Cabernet I ever held in my hands, $150 a bottle. The California sun fed its rays to the vines of Napa Valley, and I — a stranger to the West Coast until then — stood next…