Took the ball to an integration place, where I had an appointment with a cultural anthropologist, about an exhibition with migrant artists. Together, we went through a huge, classy viennese salon, into a smaller, not-so-taken-care-of back room with a meeting table in the center, and older curtains covering a line of plain rectangular windows. “This is where the exhibition is going to be” she said. She's nice and intelligent, and she's probably working with nice people too, but sometimes it seems the "migrant" word has a bit more weight than you're assuming yourself.
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