The Language of Expats
“What’s your name?” she asked. “Susanna.” “Where do you live?” I told her, and mentioned we’d been there for two years. “Oh,” she replied, “my mother lives in that neighborhood.”Realization dawned. “Yes, she’s my next-door neighbor,” I responded, beaming. We talked about her family, and her nephew, Cyril, who runs a hostel in Panama City.Emboldened … Read more