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I have been sitting here staring at the four words on this whiteboard for 10 minutes. “Where Are You From?”. Hmm.. Where am I from?

Am I from the land that still feels like the 80s because people haven’t been replaced by machines yet? Where bright colors and the heat will make your eyes sweat. And the sent of hazelnut leaves being burned fills your lungs and dry earth makes you cough. Nothing a good parmigiana can’t fix tho…

Am I from the land of onion soup, tortured poets and tapis rouges? Lots of butter and a good soccer team. Both places have that in common actually. And it’s called football!!

Am I from the land of lakes and forests? Cows and swans. Overpriced everything… but a sweet sweet life. The land of cheese, cheese, and cheese. Washed down with wine. A lot of wine. Where you don’t have to look behind you in the street and you can leave your purse unattended at the bar.

Well, I am free from them all and belong to all of them at the same time. And right now, I’m getting used to the smell of fried chicken and… piss. Museums, parks and opportunities. And rats the size of big cats.

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