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"in these moments i always feel vulnerable and over cautious about the words i pronounce and the languages i use to do so. there was no more language intimate and foreign enough to communicate with freely without being understood by others. we were suddenly and temporarily visible, audible and understandble. in this moment, one of these rare moments in diaspora, the other was no more us but the outside: the white world that hardly permeats the indian ocean store’s glass door."via: http://diasporaland.tumblr.com/post/107218593777/oceans-within