Jamaica: Belonging · Global Voices
Georgia Popplewell

“I love being honked at by people I barely know. I enjoy feeling that I belong to something even when the guy selling newspapers, and the one hawking hub-caps, and the nearby gardener all ask me for school-fee money for their kids,” writes Francis Wade of the daily interactions that remind him that “I now belong to this Jamaican fabric” — and which he finds dramatically absent on a recent trip to New York.