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foreigner

i'm a foreigner

when i go on a holiday then im a tourist

i am not a tourist

i live here

when i introduce myself  they ask

where are you from

and i answer

i'm from

estonia, germany, italy, chech, switzerland,  japan, brazil

they say that they were on holiday in

Vilnius, Genf, Monaco, Warsaw, Graz, Busan, Puerto Rico

they smile

an awkward smile

i smile

an even more awkward smile

essence of quirkiness

it's not my city, not my country, my language not even close

or is it

It's all the same from a distance

no trees
i gather my thoughts

fear not

for I can tell you all the wonderful stories of my home

the gaze goes past 

to another person

a hand is reached out

to another person

that was it

our introduction

my questions

where did my questions go

where are YOU from what do you DO

i stand up and look across the room the space i see around me where are they the foreigners with whom i don't share country culture language we share being foreigners we speak in a foreign language with each other and we listen to 

each-others stories 

about 

home.