Read this on galpod.com. A couple of weeks ago, we received our "Indefinite Leave to Remain" (in the UK) visa. We had a lawyer helping us with the application, and we know we are the kind of immigrants countries want (White, educated, wealthy). Still, when we got the cards delivered, when I saw our appalling, unsmiling pictures on them, I felt a low-level tension dissipate, like when you turn off the fan and you realise it's much quieter now. Being an immigrant means always w

Read this on galpod.com. When people say "I'm speechless" they're lying. But really. Sometimes when I've had a busy day, and I'm tired, I have no English. It's difficult to form a grammatically and syntactically correct sentence. I think because English isn't my first language, it takes quite a lot of effort for me to communicate. On those (mostly) evenings, I usually can express myself in Hebrew, which is my first language and which I find a little bit easier. But some days,