writers in exile


How is it that most writers from the 'third world' now living in the west see only the dark side of life in their homeland? Is it that they do not have any pleasant experience of their countries, or have they forgotten.

Is it only garbage and slums in the old country? What about the beaches, jungles, wild animals, waterfalls?

Is it only corruption, violence and ignorance? Would there not be even one honest human being and what about art, theater, music?

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