Thursday, 11 February 2016

The Immigrant Song

I think it was trying to think of how I would fare at an old people's place that made me realise the blindly obvious: I will never be an Australian.
No matter how long I live here, I will never like the typical [Anglo] food that dominates proceedings wherever the lowest common denominator food is the only option. I will never enjoy alcohol the way Aussies do. I will never follow their sports. And yes, as a result, it would always be hard for me to make new friends.
I am not accusing anyone here; this is just what the immigrant's experience is like. I made my choice: while I tick all of the above mentioned boxes in Israel, I know I definitely do not want to reside in there. And I know that liking the food and liking the sports are not the only factors that determine whether one feels one belongs.
But I do know that, eventually, that feeling of being out of place would overwhelm me. It's just that at Australia that would happen many years later.

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