'Where are you from?'
On good days, I ask you to guess because it's hilarious. I take it as human curiosity and genuine interest.
On bad days, I sigh at the fact that I have a complicated answer to a simple question. I roll my eyes at why you even want to know. Why it matters.
Do you really want to know ? You’re here for the headline, you want the caption. You don’t really want to read the whole book, do you?
So I answer with the place I live in: 'London.'
I can tell you're not satisfied.
'But where did you live before?'
'Germany.'
Now you look confused.
I know you're thinking: 'She doesn't look German'.
I count down the seconds to the inevitable follow up question:
'But where are you really from?'
Why do you ask? (Intention matters)
Where do I start?