No, I can fend it off no longer. This week’s guest article for Metropolitan finally sees me broaching the thorny issue of nationalism, and how the Scottish referendum is making my life worse.
“Every time I answer the question “Where are you from?”, it begins. Taxi drivers, shopkeepers, people at work. “Ah, one of our Scottish cousins!” is the fairly standard response. My nationality seems to confer tacit admission into some level of Catalan society. Cousin is kin, and kin implies collusion. The implication? That we’re all somehow in it together, we victims of imperialist expansion, but one day shall be avenged.”