One day I realized that I was an inveterate foreigner.
Since then I read and think about spaces.
I desperately look for other spaces that I’ll never be a part of.
Today, I am literally a foreigner in a foreign world.
I write about my observations, frustrations, and amazements.
I am ready to disappear any time.
I always have enough tea in my backpack.
My pockets are filled with random stuff.
You never know where you’ll end up next.


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