You would have thought that by sharing a common language, one wouldn't have too much problem with communications and having the "human connection" in a foreign country...
But I'm wrong at that.
Eventhough I've arrive in NZ for a year, I still often feel like the protagonist in Sofia Coppola's Lost in Translation. Feeling alienated, lonely, longed for companionship, yet unable to attain it. It's not like I don't know the easy solution to this dilemma. I could choose to either embrace this foreign culture, or hide myself with my expatriate friends. But I chose to reject both alternatives and accept alienation, for reasons I can't comprehend.
Why is authenticity worth such unhappiness?
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