Bebe does not fit your photo essay. His is not an ISIS supporter. His bitch is with Iran and Hezbollah. You know "Death to Israel" people.
I dated a boy for five months once. I was leaving for Thailand when we broke up, and he told me to enjoy myself in the land where so many plastic hamburger-chain toys were made. We had dated for five months, and all that time, he thought I was Taiwanese and not Thai.
Born in Taiwan, I came to the United States when I was five. Armed with only two words (“hello” and “popcorn”), I braved the uncertainties of a complex, new environment. Twelve years later, my vocabulary is considerably larger and I have adapted well to my surroundings. At the same time, I have neither forgotten my native culture nor its language.