Are you comfortable yet?

My whole life, but especially during the last 2 years, I have faced xenophobia. It`s sometimes subtle, from remarks like “Wow, your English is actually pretty good” to genuinely being stopped while walking down the street by a group of people in the night, to be told to “fucking learn how to speak our language”.

But it is something that I live with, even if I absolutely hate it. And in order to cope, I have to learn to embrace it. The chair becomes this “struggle”, I have to learn how to sit on it with a straight face and not show pain, I have to do it every day and I have to do it by myself.  Would you like to take a seat in my seat?