February 2012
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On the way to immigration to renew my visa an old woman sits down next to me on the train. She complements the pattern of my tote bag and proceeds with polite chit chat about textiles and stuff —including the always mysterious question, “Are you a foreigner?” …I know people just ask to be polite but it’s always weird… maybe right up there with “I want to...
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2012/2011
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January 2012
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