Friday, February 1, 2008
So, dear reader. I am an immigrant. Usually, it is ok, seeing as I speak the same language and was educated here, but sometimes I really feel it. Particularly when I'm carrying lots and lots. Once, I was walking over one of those sad pedestrian foot bridges over a very busy overpass separating one sad neighborhood from an even sadder one- the kind at the end of Lilya 4-ever- carrying a plastic bag that was very heavy and I felt, this is my immigrant experience. Christoph, also an immigrant, thinks I'm belittling REAL immigrants when I complain. I don't mean to.