Welcome to Bushwick. Where working families live side-by-side with artists and the streets have blossomed into outdoor museums. Where die-hard entrepreneurs line the sidewalks of Wyckoff, Myrtle and Knickerbocker and local churches preach below the JMZ, drowned out by the weekend bustle and overhead trains. Where Maria Hernandez lives on in the eyes of the children she died for, even though they don’t know it. You wouldn’t know about the spirit of the people that brought it up from the ashes or about the energy that reverberates through it’s streets, coffee shops, artists, and sacred places—unless you were lucky enough to live here.