Ursprung - Origin

I’m surrounded by Asians. Before anyone gets uppity thinking this is a piece about growing up in inner city Bradford, its not. Although to be fair, that is true - there is a very large Pakistani and Indian population in the jewel of West Yorkshire. No, the Asians to which I’m referring are all around me - almost every item in my bedroom. From the lamp on my desk, the camera, hole punch, to my guitar and this very computer, they’re all made in China or some other southeast Asian nation. Even the Tazmanian Devil moneybox filled with my copper coins of the last year: Chinese. My watch, TV, speakers, signal booster, Risk Express, Ipod - my room’s just a hotbed of multiculturality. If I read the Daily Mail I’d be outraged. But I don’t really care. The origin of any given product doesn’t bother me in the slightest, so long as it does the job it’s supposed to and it doesn’t break ridiculously prematurely.