Who am I? Am I a local, or a foreigner? I have been asked that question in many places, but I remember an especially poignant exchange sitting in a kitchen in Tsarang, Mustang, Nepal, during a solo-trek in 1994. The owner was very confused when she heard me speak German with German tourists, French with French tourists, English with American tourists and Nepali with their guides. I tried to explain that I was both: That my mother is Swiss and my father Nepali. It took much effort to get her to understand that I can be both a local and a foreigner at the same time, to many people, in many places.