“Anonymity is peculiarly appealing to a foreigner: he is always trying to live in a nowhere, in the complex of his present.” With this thought in mind I come to the end of re-reading Alastair Reid’s essay, and start on the next one, appropriately called ‘Other People’s Houses.’ Despite the fact that to the outside world, my foreigner-status remains intact, inside the sanctuary of my friends’ house in Valdivia, Chile, my confused identity is – peculiarly – tolerated with extreme goodwill. 634 more words