With my blonde/red hair, green eyes, and extremely pale skin, no one would ever mistake me for anything but white, however, through some weird quirk of Jewish genetics, I look like an Arab that got bleached. I didn't realize it until I was in college and hanging around Arabs all the time and kept having to explain that I wasn't actually half Arab. I've got the nose, cheekbones, face shape, eye shape, but I'm really pale. One girl took a black headscarf and did my hair up and took a picture to prove it to me once. Once you take my light hair out of the equation... My half brother also looks very Arab. He's half Jewish, half southern Italian. Airports are fun. Someday I need to tell you about the time they made me unpack my bags, because they were "suspicious." They were full of clothes, sheet music, and a flute, which they said they thought was a pipe bomb.
My primary motivation for learning Russian was to read all my favorite Russian novels in the original. Then I found out half of them were written in French.
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Date: 2013-07-15 02:40 am (UTC)My primary motivation for learning Russian was to read all my favorite Russian novels in the original. Then I found out half of them were written in French.