When you move someplace new you find that you have to go through stages of fitting in. I find that there are subtle signs to let you know that you fit in. The first is when a tourist asks you for directions, at the very least you feel like a comfortable tourist. Next is when a local asks you for directions, if it's in a language you don't understand it's both rewarding and confusing. I'll be honest, I've never really thought about any stages after these two. I figured this was as good as it gets, but I was wrong. The other day a recruiter from the Communist Party came up to me on the street and asked if I wanted to attend a rally. I feel more Greek than I ever have before.
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