Love or Live
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The thirteen red and white stripes that represented the thirteen colonies and fifty stars – each representing a state of the United States of America waved elegantly with the breeze filling me up with pride and patriotism.
As much as I enjoyed Bulgaria, I was back home – in America, in John F. Kennedy Airport, New York City, and I loved it. I loved nudging other innocent Americans – my countrymen and apologizing in the language I was familiar with – English.
I loved being able to read and understand the blue placards, variegated handbills and virtually every thing I could in English and not with the help of Mr. Sullivan.
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