tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131844.post2238433923288921765..comments2024-02-28T19:37:14.696+01:00Comments on moments of perfect clarity: molding the territory of my own belongingjulochkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10884096685015570257noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131844.post-290699413809084152012-11-14T07:32:05.760+01:002012-11-14T07:32:05.760+01:00My family and I moved to what I consider to be my ...My family and I moved to what I consider to be my home town in 1964. I entered kindergarden and graduated from high school here. After all this time, we are still not considered 'local'. Maybe thats a good thing.DahnStarrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17571691332071888165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131844.post-77566900802189521562012-11-13T21:05:35.366+01:002012-11-13T21:05:35.366+01:00"if you can make out danish, you'll notic..."if you can make out danish, you'll notice that many of the members have listed how long they're lived in town to boost their credibility" - well in the town I grew up, I moved there as a six year old, I was still considered an "invandrare" 16 years later. I was Swedish, the town was Swedish but I had moved in from a place 25km west of the town.<br />A bit small minded perhaps?Spilling Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02427671883940188334noreply@blogger.com