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Several years ago, I decided that I’d start the lengthy process of becoming an Italian citizen. Several years later, I sat in an aggressively hard chair at the Consulate General in Philadelphia, waiting patiently while a woman whose English was better than my Italian (and my English) thumbed through the stack of birth, death, and marriage certificates that outlined my connection to her home country.
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