When you live in a country where you are so obviously a foreigner, it seems like everyone is in your business. So, going to the post office on a Monday morning, I know I have to be ready to answer twenty questions from everyone I see.
Today, it was all about the package – was it for my family? Was I sending it to the States? Did I live in the area? I was speaking to one man who was very nice and asked all of these questions. I explained to him that the package was for my friend who lives in Hungary. He told me that he had been to Budapest and thought it was beautiful. When I told him I really wanted to go, he said, “Well, you live in Suji now!” like, now that I lived here, I would never want to go anywhere else.
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