foreigner | foreigner
Sep.02.2010
One sure way to make me crazy is to ask me where I’m going every time I leave the room or the building or even my chair. Walking down the street in my neighborhood people I barely know often ask me, “Where are you going?” And my gut reaction, that voice inside my head, always answers, “Who the hell...
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Aug.26.2010
(From August 2007)
I’ve arrived! I officially live in Turkey. Me, my dog, four suitcases, and my MacBook. Apparently these are the items crucial for survival in a new country. Or so I have decided and time will tell if I’m right.
So far things are going well: no one (appears) to think I’m insane...
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Aug.07.2010
The heat kills. enough heat and humidity in just a short walk to be totally wiped out. The idyllic house by the ocean had its problems: hundreds of beachgoers appeared in July, and they loomed up close to the huge glass windows which serve as walls. Garbage overflowed the one big bin near the...
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Aug.05.2010
There was a time when life wasn’t worth living; when I was in Serbia and sniper bullets sizzled past my ears, when Turk soldiers pointed their riffles at me and unsnapped their trigger safety’s, when an untrustworthy acquaintance reported I’d trafficked drugs and Croatian police confiscated my...
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Sep.10.2009
The fresh perspective of an outsider-on-the-inside releases energy from all directions. What strikes us about a place — and may entice our fellow country-people – often does not resonate to the same degree with the average native.
I was pleased to meet an expat woman entrepreneur on LinkedIn last...
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