Welcome in Halle, the German New York - Louis
When I got into this quiet provincial town, between Leipzig and Berlin, I didn’t expect I’d actually be surrounded by so many foreigners, with so different backgrounds. Neither did I expect we’d be so similar, in a lot of ways.
A friend of mine once told me a joke about going into a foreign land. “How do you know if someone is considered an immigrant or an expatriate ?” I don’t know, I replied, how ? “You’re an immigrant if, when you tell where you come from, no one asks any question. And you’re an expatriate if, when you tell where you come from, people ask : why did you come here ?”