I think this is a tough job sometimes, going to an International school/university, or simply living abroad. Maybe I’m being dramatic but sometimes I feel like the first indian soldier sent out of the trench to see where the enemy is hiding and if he is armed. And if I return with news of how nice the people across the border seem, and gush about how great their food and customs are, I get branded a traitor and a west-aping fool without a moment’s thought… But it is very difficult to convince other people that they are not victims when I myself have dealed with racism that makes my blood boil just to think of it.
Gypsy Margarita wonders how to defend the globalised world and it’s integrated society when she doesn’t feel a welcome part of it herself.
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