"Of course," she said to me, "There's a certain irony to people from your part of the world coming back to the motherland, after all these years. Your ancestors fought to get away from us, you know."
"I know," I replied with a bit of a smile. "My father was born in Scotland, however. His parents moved to America when he was a boy, but I do have a British passport."
"Ah, lovely. Not that passports should mean much these days anyway. Open borders for everyone, that's what I say. But these damn people voting to leave the EU. Farmers from up north, scared that a brown person might move in next to them, when the closest thing they've ever seen to an Arab is the postman whose family moved here from Italy three generations ago."
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