
Roses,
where I live which I had always thought of as my little town in north
Spain, had been officially 'upgraded' with the status of a city in 2008.
For the fact that it boasted then of having over 20.000 residents,
20,063 citizens to be exact. Maybe I myself had since
March become a resident helped reach that number? Even though I had
lived here for several years, up till then I was really just a tourist,
despite being a house owner.
Several times in the year, especially during summer, with the influx of the number of tourists, international as well as national, coming here for sun, fun and beach, the figure usually jumps up more than 3-fold, but it's only the registered number of permanent residents count, and that was as low as 8,000 twenty years ago. The most surprising is not just that this originally a small fishing village has changed it's image over the years to have become now a modern coastal city, but the amazing discovery, for me, that the residents are made up of 80 nationalities!! In my local cafe by the sea where I go every morning there would be about 10 or more visibly different nationalities sitting about along the seafront cafes, day and night, in any season. But eighty? Quite incredible.
The only benefit of being Included as one of the residents is that I am now covered medically, and that if I so wish, I have the right to vote. This latter I had declined on my declaration, as I don't actually vote in any country, not even in my own. Precisely that's the bit that I am not sure of. Which country is mine? Although I was born on Chinese soil, my formative years were spent in HK, where I also established my profession as model and teacher, as well as naturalized as British. Then my career took me all over the world and I was nearly never in any one place long enough to make friends let alone feel actually belong to.
I have lived in several countries, including a period in Saudi Arabia. Deep in my heart I feel Chinese with all that it denotes, perhaps simply by instinct, but when I am actually in China I don't exactly feel at home there either. Not having any family or even friends there one of the reasons, despite the fact that I speak, read and write Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese, to my English standard; same as in Spanish. But I don't feel British, Chinese or Spanish. My British passport doesn't make me feel more British than my Chinese HK identity card makes me feel Chinese, nor my Spanish identity card as Spanish.
Maybe I am European, or more aptly just a homeless vagabond, a wanderer, imposing my presence wherever I happen to be.
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