Maybe we are all prospective migrants. The lines of national borders on maps are artificial constructs, as unnatural to us as they are to birds flying overhead. Our first impulse is to ignore them.
也许我们都是未来的移民。地图上的国界线是人造的,对我们来说就像对飞过头顶的鸟儿一样不自然。我们的第一个冲动是忽略它们。
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