“The people at home,” I said. “A lot of them call me an apple.” “Do they think you’re a fruit or something?” he asked. “No, no,” I said. “They call me an apple because they think I’m red on the outside and white on the inside.” “Ah, so they think you’re a traitor.” “Yep.” “Well, life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.”
