Where are you calling from? http://12yo.icu/ 12yo nn Part of the appeal of that line probably had to do with the fact that it summed up something about our lives. We were rich kids, the children of academics, who went to the local state schools. But we were also another kind of transplant. Our house was filled with European things: blue-and-white China, picked up at Bermondsey market, McVities digestive biscuits, Bombay mix, Dresdner stollen, because my mother is German and my father, a New York Jew, had fallen in love with London during grad school.