One more time I feel the need to express the truth about my origin. Now that the question of local or not local is again on the minds of many people. This person of mine is made of dust, of earth and air. Through the miracle of love did I come into this world, and found myself on this planet. An almost spherical ball with a circumfence of roughly 40.000 kilometer, or 25.000 miles. With my head sticking in the air, and my feet on the earth, I am a citizen of this planet. Of this world. The air that I breath is coming flying from the east, and from any other direction. The food that I eat comes from my own yard as well as the butter from New Zealand, on the other end of the planet, and many many other countries. If one is what one eats, then we all are true internationals. And being the result of breathing the life giving air in our lungs, the air that circles the planet freely, we all are planetary beings, from the life giving free air. Many fathers, brothers, sons and other members of families went overseas to work somewhere else. Would any one want those people, those relatives, treated as unwanted foreigners in those countries they went to? How do small thinking folks try to defend this local rights thing? Through being born one is automatically a world citizen. One has to grow into understanding that we are all together. I can sent you out of my house, out of my yard, out of my village, town, out of my country, of my island, but I can never sent you of the world. And this world is my home, and I share it with all the other living beings. I conclude that if one is what one eats, then it is clear why some people behave just like chickens. Fowl too, can never eat, or live together in peace. If one eats chicken most every day, one may starts to behave like one and does not tolerate others that are not born in the same nest.