Having taken the fictional bate to generate some fact
 
A good friend of mine brought to my attention that some things might get a little muddled when passing on information in a very stark way. I guess this could be especially even more so the case when you don't even speak the same language but that's a whole other can of worms. You could say that my friend might have some pretty extreme views that don't really reflect my own but generally it didn't really affect our relationship as friends whilst we worked together in a factory and on nights out on the fizzy pop during downtime some time ago. Oddly such views would in fact normally exclude me from such social circles based on my racial background but then again who knows what the deal was.
 
I think we need to make the distinction between refugees and illegal immigrants here. Refugees are in fact people that have been displaced (not necessarily out of choice) due to war and conflict. Illegal immigrants in a more general sense are people who enter a country and seek to reside there illegally for many other reasons other than being displaced through conflict but usually its driven out of a need to get into a better situation then they were currently or previously in which is true for most people the world over I guess. Whether they had actually got into a better situation is another matter but having true friends and support from them could only help in making happy contributing citizens.
 
 
 
Why some people are the way they are here (it could have been me)
 
Its also often the case where you don't get to choose where you go as an accepted refugee. In all probability I could have been raised a French national if it wasn't for a last minute decision by certain authorities to move my family to the UK instead. Whatever the case its extremely ironic that for many refugees such tragic events meant that they could actually establish a pretty high quality of life for themselves and their children despite many of the second generation feeling disenfranchised and alienated for various reasons. But imagine if the same people (which would include myself) had never got out of Cambodia. How would our lives have turned out? Lucky, lucky people indeed amongst other more seemingly random twist of fate but were in fact controlled factors.
 
At the same time based on the BNP manifesto I still wouldn't in fact be considered a valid British citizen in any way shape or form. Again this is just my opinion but would it not be true that there are many that are considered to be indigenous British citizens but have in fact contributed very little to British society in general if not its standing as a representative of it?
 
From what I can gather William Spindler was born in Guatemala and although he now currently resides in Paris, he isn't actually French. Even if he was French I can't really see why that should matter anyway. He's a writer of poetry and fiction as well as being a factually based journalistic writer in both the English and Spanish language which obviously requires a high command of fluency. He acquired his PHD from the department of Arts History & theory at the university of Essex, England.
 
Apparently he's also currently the spokes person of the United Nations High Commission for Refugees.
 
I'm also inclined to think it very much so is a human right to have some means of being able to flee from life threatening situations to a place of safety where there isn't the risk of danger from a situation you didn't really want to be involved in to begin with.
 
I had in fact been brought over to the UK by my parents as a refugee whilst I was still a baby. I can't really say that I can identify with any other culture more greatly then I do with British culture although I do try to not to be too overly patriotic about it in a bid to remain impartial amidst the backdrop of a globally digitally connected setting. Although I'm proud and kind of glad I was raised in the UK when thinking of what the alternative might have been, the fact that the world is much bigger then a small island does kind of keep things in perspective for me. At the same time it's just unfortunate that it took such a tragedy to bring me to that small but tolerant multi-cultural island to begin with despite the few.
 
I'm not sure I could be seen to be an ambassador for the UK but my accent along with certain cultural traits does give a clue as to where I spent a large portion of my days growing up. Despite the rocky patches I can only be grateful to have had the opportunity to have met the people and friends I grew up around during my youth. Despite the fact we hated it (or maybe it was just me) I reckon our school and college days might have been some of the best years we had although at points it certainly didn't seem it at the time. It definitely gave us opportunity to large it up and get into all sorts of mischief in relative safety in between the academia we were supposed to be getting on with as we pretty much had each other to look out for each other. Although I'm not sure any of us were in any fit state to be looking out for anyone when thinking about how wrecked we often got.