Encounters on a bus ride through Brazil’s blockaded highways reveal deep discontent across social lines.

Sometimes she would forget about her son, for a few minutes or a few hours, and then all at once she would remember. She’d spot a newborn, or she’d meet someone else with the surname Lo. She avoided the neighborhood where they lived, but as his first birthday approached, she could resist no longer.

Conflicted over independence from the central government, Catalonia's organic winemakers see their work as deeply tied to national identity.

At the center of a wildfire was a town I called home.

She’d forever be checking ethnicity boxes, emphasizing her parents’ work: farm laborer, housekeeping. Trying to prove that she was smart enough, committed enough, and pleasant enough to be granted a trial period in their world.