My identity is a wave

My identity is a wave

Exiled from my home, resettled in a foreign land, and refusing to be silencedOriginally published on Global VoicesFeature image via Canva Pro After a while, it all becomes a blur. Cobblestone streets, bike lane-lined roads, canals, and rivers winding through cities both small and sprawling. Traffic jams, traffic lights, narrow alleys, and wide boulevards. The hum of cities, their layered smells. Don’t even get me started on museums, galleries, a…