Why I Can’t Bear the Question “But Where Are You REALLY From?

How often are you asked where you’re REALLY from? If I’d get a pound (or Euro) each time I was asked this, I would almost be able to afford a new iPhone with that money. Although by now I’m kind of used to that question, it really annoys and sometimes even hurts me. In this blog post I tell you why. (Click on the title to open the full post.)