One night, the American soldiers who took care of our camp told everyone that there would be outdoor movies shown at the beach. I took my five siblings, who ranged from 3 to 10 years in age, to the screening. We took up a whole bleacher in front of the screen. We laughed at the vintage Warner Bros. cartoons and were somewhat perplexed by a very frenzied version of Dr. Seuss’ “The Cat in the Hat.” For an hour or two I forgot that I was a dan ty-nan (“seeker of asylum”), a teenager who overnight had to grapple with the notion of being a “homeless foreigner” in my adopted homeland.
]]>I don’t dress up for movies (though I almost did for LotR:RotK)… I might wear a geeky t-shirt but that’s just that. And yes, I did see Wolverine and I want to buy my plastic-prosthetic-claws!!! Though it wasn’t a great movie, it’s an adrenaline rush and I liked that.
I’m actually going to see Star Trek tomorrow night with my mom (she’s a Trekkie), I’ll let you know the outcome of the experience!
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