I know, funny. From whichever side you look at it. But with a whole lot of truth embedded. Also, I think that our identity is inextricably bounded to the language(s) we speak. Some of my thoughts come off better in one language and some other thoughts in other. I keep switching from one to the other, because some things just do not 'feel' right except in the language you are living them. I come and go between English and Spanish, even though sometimes one or the other fits my mood or thoughts better. As a friend of mine once said, I think in English, but I feel in Spanish. Story of my life.