There is a moment in the third chapter of Javier Zamora's memoir, "Solito," when the reader can grasp the grave circumstances he's facing.
Written from the perspective of a 9-year-old immigrant trekking from El Salvador to the United States, Zamora details his journey to a new land, hoping to see his mother and reunite with a father he does not know well.
We've selected "Solito" as the fifth book in the Mary Ann Key Book Club, named after my great-great-great grandmother, to highlight the immigrant experience in a community that's full of relatable tales of chasing a new life, sometimes at the expense of an old one, and all the love and familiarity it entails.
And while those journeys are often simplified, Zamora's book — much like the stories within our Latino and other communities anchored by those who've had to make the same harrowing decisions in search of safety and opportunity — details the complexities of his trials.
With this spring book selection, the book club — a collaboration with the Hennepin County Library, the Star Tribune and Friends of the Hennepin County Library — aims to center and highlight our Latino community and its members. This community represents one of the greatest assets within the Twin Cities: its diversity and the stories attached to it.
Zamora had left loved ones behind and traveled with a guide, or "Coyote," and strangers on his journey. At the start of the third chapter of "Solito," Zamora discusses the obstacles he encountered.
"Here, like in Tecun, at night I stare at the ceiling, waiting for something to fall on my bed — a cockroach in my mouth, a spider on my eye, a scorpion at my feet," Zamora says in the book. "There's no mosquito net hanging on top of my bed like back home. Grandpa isn't here to talk to me before falling asleep, to go out for walks and explore the town, and because of that I feel alone, lonely, solo, solito, solito de verdad."
It's a relatable feeling, that sentiment between the origin and the destination, even if only emotionally, socially or spiritually. We've all been there.