Those of us in the first American generations have had to figure out how the invisible world the emigrants built around our childhoods fits in solid America.

It's a classic error in American discourse: the conflation of race with culture.

Prague is not rife in Asian culture.

So I guess I wonder, where is the line separating me into this culture or that culture, saying I have less or more? I'm just me, and like most people, I've had my heart broken a few times, but for the most part I have been Happy.

There are so man other labels people like to assign. Where am I an insider, and where am I an outsider? It all depends on where I'm standing and who is trying to put me into which box.

Germany was his favorite place to live, he said, because, even as a child, he could tell how much the Germans loved Americans, and it felt great to be loved for his nationality.