There was a baby girl,
running naked in Chinese's hotel in Lhasa.
Her name was Justice.
Speaking Chinese and English.
Borne in Tibet, from an american couple.
The father was an expat, the mother...a Expat wife.
And then was Kaya,
Borne in Tanzania from a Dutch girl and a Tanzanian boy.
The mother was a beautiful, powerful Dutch girl giving her life to teach a job to the last Arusha's teenagers, the father a Tanzanian putting together slum's boy playing football as a team.
And then is my daughter, Frida. Spanish and Italian parents.She's two now and she had been living in Tanzania, Haiti and Nepal. Visiting Spain and Italy. She speaks three languages, she had been playing whit Masai, her first nanny was Creole.
Sons of expats. What they will do?
They will never have a country, they will learn different cultures.
They will not understand many thing, because they will not belong to a culture. Mr. Bean, for example, Sharuk Han will be more attractive than DiCaprio, maybe.
I they will have jokes we will never understand.
What are we doing to them...or are they the luckiest ones?
running naked in Chinese's hotel in Lhasa.
Her name was Justice.
Speaking Chinese and English.
Borne in Tibet, from an american couple.
The father was an expat, the mother...a Expat wife.
And then was Kaya,
Borne in Tanzania from a Dutch girl and a Tanzanian boy.
The mother was a beautiful, powerful Dutch girl giving her life to teach a job to the last Arusha's teenagers, the father a Tanzanian putting together slum's boy playing football as a team.
And then is my daughter, Frida. Spanish and Italian parents.She's two now and she had been living in Tanzania, Haiti and Nepal. Visiting Spain and Italy. She speaks three languages, she had been playing whit Masai, her first nanny was Creole.
Sons of expats. What they will do?
They will never have a country, they will learn different cultures.
They will not understand many thing, because they will not belong to a culture. Mr. Bean, for example, Sharuk Han will be more attractive than DiCaprio, maybe.
I they will have jokes we will never understand.
What are we doing to them...or are they the luckiest ones?
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