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Come Unbidden
Tuesday. 11.4.08 6:08 pm
jolt

I remember being...seven or was it nine, maybe thirteen. It was summer and the air was thick like jelly. No one needed a jacket, but I had to bring one anyway. I, the unaccustomed visitor to my own country, had to get used to the radical changes in temperature from outside to in. That day I was wearing a jean jacket and I knew that fact alone separated me from the others on the street. It pointed me out as an American or at least foreign-come.

I remember hoping there would be English-speaking foreigners. Someone who did not know enough to see through my facade. Ones who would only see my face, my skin, and not the me within who could understand their words and gestures. I even joked inside to hope that they would try to insult us, fool us, poke fun. Then I could turn the situation around and have my own bit of fun.

Hm, memories...
2 Comments.


This sounds like something from an Amy Tan book. :P
» randomjunk on 2008-11-04 06:43:03

hmm. when i was younger i wonder what would life now be if i got lost in a foreign country. :D
» renaye on 2008-11-04 09:35:44

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