I met a group of Somali refugee families while delivering on an obscure backstreet in downtown SLC. The families fled from Somalia to escape the war.
I’m always curious about how foreigners experience my home country, my home town. I’m curious how my neighbors treat them. Out of the large multi-family group. only a few of them spoke english – albeit broken. I asked about their experience here.. they remarked that Utah is much more hot than Somalia (and colder), but that they really like SLC.
I’m not one for nationalism. I eschew identifying too strongly with anything larger than myself. And yet, for that moment, I felt proud to be an American.
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