"When I moved to Denmark at 17, I was a migrant, not an expat — even though I looked different to the people usually referred to as migrants with fear, frustration, and wariness in voices.
When I moved to Thailand at 24 I was a migrant, not an expat, even though my informal employment paid well and I was never afraid of being turned over to the authorities, unlike the people usually referred to as migrants.
When I moved to Samoa at 29 I was a migrant, not an expat, even though this language was constantly applied to me there, but not to the Samoans who moved to Australia.
When I moved to Myanmar at 32, I was a migrant, not an expat. Indeed, I was more a migrant than the Rohingya people who have lived there all their lives. Now I live in Switzerland. Even though I'm white and wealthy: I am a migrant, not an expat."
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