Watching Bad Bunny perform at the Super Bowl didn’t just move me — it cracked something open inside me. I found myself in tears, not because of spectacle or production, but because of recognition. A deep, quiet recognition that only people who come from displacement, migration, and inherited resilience truly understand.
I moved to London at the age of three as a refugee from Kosovo. West London raised me — its streets, its languages, its cultures layered on top of one another like a living archive of survival and joy. Growing up, I always knew that difference didn’t mean division. It meant richness.
