A new life has begun

Today marks one week since I descended into the heart of the Iberian peninsula. Once again i'm a Swedish expatriot. I've left the love-hate relationship to my hometown Uppsala for the paramount of latino metropoli, Madrid. There are many people and general things that I will miss back home, as I also did during my time as an expatriot in Seoul, Korea. However, the fact that my character blends so well with the culture of my motherland makes me a small piece of something bigger, a droplet becoming diluted in a vast mass of cultural liquid. I'm the subject of an aggressive classification from my countrymen and they are the subjects of mine. It's like living in captivity, conforming to your surroundings, compromising your personality. You paint yourself into a corner and suddenly you find yourself being a prisoner in your own home. In a new culture, my persona is portrayed in a direct way without a heavy context that is recognized by any given person on the street, a context used as a basis for judgement. This is why I travel, this is why I am free.