I wonder what it must be like to grow up in East Germany and suddenly one day, without moving, you live in West Germany. Does it feel like being an immigrant in your own home - a sort of "stay-migration".
My friend grew up in Peru where everyone had horses but only fancy people had cars. I grew up in the U.S. where everyone had cars but only fancy people had horses. What does that say about the nature of status and consumption?
One grandmother grew up in a village that was Russia then became Poland and another grandmother grew up in a village that was Poland then became Russia. Which raises more philosophical questions than fit in a pink bubble.