4th of July. Part Two.

There is something kind of funny celebrating country’s independence day when you are not even her citizen. That is what happened to me this year.

You are not sure where you are, but this is your home.
Your are not sure where you will live in five or ten years from now, maybe still here, but you kind of look at yourself as a visitor at the same time.

You speak the same English as everyone else, but you are still much more funny in your own native language.
You look pretty much like everyone else on the street, but you know that this outfit will totally NOT work in your home country.

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