A Chinese American abroad

No one is more naive than an American abroad

I include myself in the category of the naive American: I thought I could talk to anyone. After a while, the strangeness of being a foreigner in a European family gets stranger and stranger. I realized that there are things I will never understand or be able to adapt to: three hour meals in the shade during which nothing really happens. And there is no soundtrack. You ask the young people what music they’re listening to and they say “pop” as if that were a genre or an artist. I mention the latest TV series, German Genius, starring Kida Ramadan and no one has heard of it before.