I meet an American boy in a UK casino. He’s young, just out of university. I ask him, “Where are you from?” I want to know his city, his people, and if he is American...accents deceive. “I...I don’t think I should tell you that. I don’t think that’s right...”
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We are forbidden to ask, “Where are you from?” And so we never discover a city in common that we visited, a common family, a common football team, a common interest. We are utterly atomised, reduced to banalities. Always ask, “Where are you from?” Always connect.
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This also applies to the smoking ban.
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I had a similar experience in College Park, Maryland. I was visiting my cousin at his frat house and my phone was dead. My cousin wasn't in and the house was locked so I walked across the street to a sorority.
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I knocked and asked to use a cell phone for a quick call. The girl said yes but never came back to the door. I just stood there waiting like an idiot. I really didn't understand why she didn't come back with the phone, but I suppose it's just fucked up in the States.
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