I don’t feel very American, anymore. I can barely relate to their (our?) whole… mindest, worldview, lifestyle, whatever anymore. And that applies across race, religion, class, region, and political lines.

Hearing them talk is like listening to people from Kenya or Laos or wherever talk. It’s interesting. They’re nice people or maybe even good friends, business partners, or well-loved relatives. But… it’s clear that they are foreigners. The foreigners — yes, even those from the Middle East or someplace even further away — here actually feel less foreign to me, than the Americans over there. At least I can understand what they are saying. I mean, really understand. Empathize.

A lot of Americans are actually really difficult to talk to because they have so little knowledge of what the world outside of America is like and they think everyone wants to be American. Quality of life is much better here, overall. The last time we traveled to the USA, to one of the nicest, most-peaceful, beautiful, and wealthiest parts of the country, it was so unpleasant and unnerving, that my kids are refusing to ever return.

I only know one person here (a Russian immigrant), who has ever expressed any desire to move to America. Mostly to buy a gigantic rifle for the grocery store and drive around his Texas ranch in a cybertruck with Elon Musk. American Disneyland.

But Russians aren’t allowed to move there, anymore.

That is all.