The "truth" and the "reality"

I met G, an electrician by trade, a Georgian by birth (as in Republic of …), and a cat lover of enormous proportions while he was doing work on my building. We had a long discussion about art and music and continued via text. I asked him about being interviewed for the blog, and he reluctantly agreed to look over a list of questions before answering. I'd amassed a list of questions that I would ask each new interviewee to get a general sense of who and what they were about; general questions that could lead to more incisive inquiry. Though I've been writing and reporting for many years, it was a classic rookie mistake. Who wants to be handed one size fits all questions? He emailed me back this and taught me a great lesson:

anyway , I checked all questions 🤔 honestly they made me feel like i just arrived from JFK and now I am in the hands of "Uncle Sam" who wants to help me and support me , so that I won't feel like a stranger her in the USA 😋 I really think that for someone who's being part of New York City / USA for more that 23 years these questions aren't really actual , bcs I feel being more "American" than most people that are born here 😁 i am probably the finest example of a NOMAD (which is , to me , pure description of a true American) who has very little ties with his past ... I live in presence and probably more in the future than in the past (and it is silly for me to confess that I never really felt more at home than I am feeling here in NYC). 

In the end WE all (besides real natives , those that Marlon Brando was so passionate about) are Emigrants , some with more money and connections , some with less ... Some with better English and some with no English at all...that's the truth and that's the reality.