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One of the facts an immigrant has to accept is that your children aren't going to grow up in the same culture you did.
When I want to give my five-year-old son a treat, I take him to dinner at El Brillante here in Madrid. You can't get more traditional than El Brillante--an old-school cafeteria/bar that hasn't had a remodel since forever, with hefty waiters who scream your order back to the kitchen. All the traditional dishes are on offer, and people throw their napkins on the floor. This may sound gross, but it's more hygienic than putting your chorizo-grease-stained napkins on the same surface as the plates. Adapting to a new culture involves lots of little shifts in perception.
We walked in the other night and a bullfight was on the television. My son was immediately transfixed, not because of the program but because he got to see a TV. We don't own one. Spanish TV is as dumb as American TV, and with fewer channels.
I hesitated, wondering whether we should stay. I don't like bullfights but I also don't like breaking promises to my kid, and this is one of his favorite places to eat.
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