I live in a foreign country. The country I grew up in disappeared in the 80s. It has been replaced with people I don't recognize. They speak languages I don't understand. I can't determine their genders. We pay them, house them, feed them and they hate me. They want me dead. This I don't understand because if they kill me and my kin, they will die too because they can't farm, can't cure themselves, can't house themselves, can't communicate outside of ten feet, can't travel other than by foot, can't hunt, can't plan. I suppose if you're this dependent on others, it's because you don't know you're not self sufficient. Interesting paradox.
I lived in a small sect of a city during uni. During my freshman year my buds and I frequented many local shops, venues, and hookah bars. It was nice and bustling. When I was a senior I went back to the same area to relive good times. Little did I know the city let in thousands of Somalian refugees and planted them in my old sect. Half of the venues and shops were shut down. The hookah bar I used to frequent went from clean and vibrant to shady and dirty. Homeless Somalians were laying down all over the streets and would shout at you as you passed by. I miss the memory of that place, long gone now.
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