As luck and I would have it, I happen to be living in one of the most multi-cultural cities in the world. To an exploring mind, this city offers neighborhoods, festivals and restaurants from all over.
It also means you meet people from around the world. A usual question once you are on the initial steps of acquaintance is “Where are you from?”, which results in a story of migration. It usually starts in one of the following ways:
“Well I was 6 when my parents…”
“I applied for a course in…”
“I am working and my company …”
“I came for a visit with a work visa and then …”
The fun part? There are truckloads of options while eating out. Conversations are peppered with racism and nobody gets offended. You celebrate festivals you never heard about/bothered about till yesterday. Last week I was celebrating Yalda and today, I am going around checking out Christmas decorations.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR …
Cultural exchange that makes world so interesting.
Cultural exchange that makes world so interesting, that involves food, drinks and making merry.
Cultural exchange that makes world so interesting, that involves food, drinks and making merry, to bring people you have never met before to be a part of your life.