For those of you who, unfortunately, a small town do not have to go, when you have the opportunity, I suggest that you take out a little experiment: They are simply trying to pass unnoticed. Easy? Then you have no no idea what life is like in a population of less than 500 inhabitants.
In the peak week in the village was rediscovered several concepts. The first is that however hard they tried, I could never be recognized as one of them. And could move to live there forever that all would be "Madrid" or, as I heard "the son of the Schillings living in America." Canada is a concept too abstract for most and that does not pack. What good is living in Argentina or Mexico, as some of the migrants from the village, and come every two years to wear jewelry and currency.
For the record I have tried to integrate myself (in fact I have already recovered some old friends), but my attempts to pass one of my family tradition valiéndome have always failed. The fact that my parents emigrated to Madrid, instead of printing character, remove it. In the eyes of all, I'm already in Madrid for all purposes and although my mother's family had settled in the seventeenth century in that town, these 3 centuries of tradition are worthless:
Perhaps this has something to do with people's reactions when I went to one of the shops to buy, looks up and down and not very sneaky whispers to find out "who I am." As I said in another post, I know the answers I give, but, interestingly, the neighbors of my mother's age take descent through the physical resemblance and the height. The act of measuring a tad over 2 meters does not help blend into the environment .
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