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Sunday, 5 December 2004
Multicultural

I have an ethnically diverse set of coworkers. Yesterday, one of them told a brief anecdote which I found interesting on a couple of different levels.

When I escaped from Russia, only one time did I feel true fear. It was in train station; I looked down at my keyring and realized: only keys left were for suitcases. No house keys, no car keys. That was when I realized, I had no home.
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