Wednesday, February 6

Flat-mates

A semester in Manchester was such an experience with sharing a house with multinational flatmates. Everyone has own personality and culture to learn.

Liming, a true Beijin born Chinese. She cooks the best Chinese dish in the world. After sharing her food, I prefer the real Chinese food from a Chinese. She owns her space with discreet moments.

Neela, a strong Indian woman. Besides exceeding spicy taste, I like her vegetarian food. Without a pinch of meat addition, she makes vegetables taste like filling. Obvious attempt of her cultural divergence was most notable experience to me. She was the only one in house to express her tensions just like my oldest sister.

Rohit, a man of house. He knows how-to of everything, from internet setting to setting heat readings to fixing broken water network. He preserves strong tradition of Indian culture and art of traditional cooking to himself only. I will miss my big brother.

I think I was the boy-next door. All like me as if I was a liaison to a negotiation table. My cooking was not as superior as my flatmates, but I always enjoy my cooking. I represented too little of Mongolian culture, I am afraid.

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