strangers and aliens

Sometimes you just get what Paul meant by being strangers and aliens on this earth.

I would like to be incognito, for a day. Half a meter shorter, dark skin, a kurtha suruwaal and I’m done.

How does it feel like again to walk on the street without kids wanting to practice their English on you? It’s cute at first, but after 3 hours Nepali grammar, a bunch of screaming kids (Hellooooo!) is not really what you want.
Or Nepali’s who are laughing at you in the bus, thinking that you won’t notice. I might be white, but I’m not stupid.
And why do they always try to make you pay more than you’re supposed to?

I assume this is the training camp for love & patience…

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