It's not so much that I identify more with being Parsi, as that it's the part of my identity that went hidden and unacknowledged for a long time and that still gets questioned. The Spanish have a saying: "los nudos van al peine" (literally, the knots go to the comb). Like most writers, I'm looking for those knotty places to write about, …
It's not so much that I identify more with being Parsi, as that it's the part of my identity that went hidden and unacknowledged for a long time and that still gets questioned. The Spanish have a saying: "los nudos van al peine" (literally, the knots go to the comb). Like most writers, I'm looking for those knotty places to write about, the things that raise questions and objections and quandaries, not those that meet with no resistance at all. I'm here for the tangles. I was indeed raised in the UK, but very little of that time was spent in Scotland, where I've probably spent less than two years of my 53 total. But more on Scottish identity in a future post, perhaps!
It's not so much that I identify more with being Parsi, as that it's the part of my identity that went hidden and unacknowledged for a long time and that still gets questioned. The Spanish have a saying: "los nudos van al peine" (literally, the knots go to the comb). Like most writers, I'm looking for those knotty places to write about, the things that raise questions and objections and quandaries, not those that meet with no resistance at all. I'm here for the tangles. I was indeed raised in the UK, but very little of that time was spent in Scotland, where I've probably spent less than two years of my 53 total. But more on Scottish identity in a future post, perhaps!