wasn’t aware of it. On the way to school, we stopped at a Wal-Mart, a gigantic get-everything-you-can-dream-of kind of store to pick up a comforter, pillow and other necessities to get by our first night [...] night. When I went to pay, the cashier started to talk to me, asking how I was doing. I had never seen this person before and stammered something about how I was tired, to which she replied that I should [...] three years now. After a month or two, things started to gradually get easier. I began to fathom the culture of Arkansas, to empathize with their values, and more important, to under­stand my own Faroese