Dear children, this account was written by a mother as yours, it seemed very nice and I decided to share it with you. We children already know that diversity is an asset and not something to fear, but it's better to continue to repeat, do not you think? Happy reading!
At my daughter's fourth in the veins of German blood, his paternal grandmother is in fact in Berlin.
down to bring it to school I see the two Romanian girls who are opening shop under the house specialties. At the gate of the mother met baby Michelle, who is half Korean. Shake hands and come together.
I'm going to go shopping. Passing the Moroccan butcher greet the owner with a wave of his hand: his daughter Tawab is in my class. Step to make an appointment at the hairdresser, who filled the hall of photographs taken in Egypt in his last vacation. On facebook my Mexican friends posting photos of the Canary Islands. In the back is a piece of cake elderly neighbor, who was forced to a wheelchair. His caregiver is Russian, I opened the door with a grin. He has a diploma as a nurse and a lot of patience.
Adele I'm going to take you past the mosque, the very hour when dozens of Arabs leaving the church to chat and linger on the sidewalk. I put on a pasta for me and the baby. Today Marco lunch to work, I made the bento in Japanese fashion, shaping the food into funny shapes. The Lunch boxes, original, I did come from Hong Kong via Ebay.
In the afternoon the sun and go with Adele at the playground. Meet Mary that despite the Italian name has eyes that seem so slanted slits. And 'China, the daughter of restaurateurs. I still do not speak Italian, to be honest still does not speak, he just started walking, all crooked, supported by the hands. And with every step his shoes light up and emit a sound. The aunt who speaks a little but the accompanying 'Italian, a bit' of China, a bit 'gestures .... in the end we will always understand.
Adele I ask what he wants for dinner and I answered kebab. She loves to pass on that because the deli owner, every time he sees her, puts on a long skewer of fried potatoes and gives it to him.
I do not live in a metropolis but in a small town, a microcosm of lively and colorful. I am proud to be part of this small piece of the world.
rest incredulos Honestly when I hear about with fear or contempt of racial integration.
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