Sometimes, when I come across one of the newer immigrants, I want to beg them to go back to the city. Don’t trade in proximity to your communities or to humanity for more space! You’ll die younger because of it! But maybe this is the way. They are, after all, the successful immigrants who traveled, not in a wave, but in a slow-moving brook, unaware of what had roared before. Their children will achieve enough to open doors for the rest.
