My mother and her brothers. Tanzania, 1957.
Finding a beak in your chicken soup doesn't shock you.
You have to fight panic when people drive on the right hand side of the road.
You like Marmite, and you're not British by birth.
You've been lost in a large, foreign airport and knew what to do.
You can actually pronounce Welsh town names.
You know that skirts and robes are not exclusively women's clothes in other parts of the world.
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