Why do I feel more at home in Germany than I do in any other place in the world.
the sound of the language which made me go around with three Germans, back to back.
The sound of Gauss and math and symphonies.
I dont feel at home in English, though I have been forced to speak it all my life.
Hindustani/Urdu I grew up with.
But none of it is home..
Ich verstehe nicht..
Remember that moment on Frankfurt airport when I walked up the the old man with hat and briefcase and said 'Shalom'.
That was home.

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