18.7.09

Bunch of nutters we are, eh.

Found in the email inbox, 31 October 2007:

I wish I was there now. Sigh.
I wanna go. And be there.
And get to know or see these people.
And listen to them talk. Or make a fool out of themselves.
And enjoy everything. Or nothing at all.
I wish I was there.

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Reply, same date:

I don't know where I wish I am now...but I know it's not here. I am a displaced person. There's this show called Aliens in America, about a Pakistani boy on an exchange student programme in the States. The narrator (an American student host) said,

"It was strange. I always feel like an outsider and a weirdo. And then here comes this kid from a village in Pakistan and suddenly I'm not an outsider anymore. Just a weirdo."

Although I think the reverse is more true for me - not a weirdo, just an outsider.