Moving to Europe, language disasters and eternal sad faces - this is the irony of life in exile, where even smiling seems like a feat. Aging, the female body and menstruation - it's as if God has purposely made things difficult for us, and the world with its absurd rules only adds to the chaos. Between attempts at assimilation and observations of European pensions, one can see the fatigue of the constant race for beauty and meaning. An ironic look at an uneasy reality where even happiness requires translation.
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