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On the way back, my taxi driver was from Chandigarh. He, too, was eager to talk, to tell me about his life here ... But he was happiest telling me about his relationship to his old life. ‘You know, I call my boss back in India, and now he talks to me differently,’ he kept telling me. ‘He used to talk to me badly. Now he speaks to me good.’

Marina Budhos, Living the American dream