My soul belongs to the world. I've got India in my head right now.
I stand with my feet in the heartland of Europe and reach out with my arms to Russia and the United States.
My bed is in South America. Africa posesses my sofa and Australia has my chair. The Far East is my kitchen, with the north pole as a fridge and the south pole as my deep-freezer.
The world is my home.
Some kind of globalization?
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