A closer look
Migration is not a new invention of airports—it’s an ancient rhythm of footsteps and wagons spilling across empires. The mighty Roman machine pulled soldiers from faraway mountains, miners from inland villages, and merchants from distant deserts. In their baggage came accents, spices, and recipes that swirled into hybrid worlds of culture. Imagine someone from Syria frying bread and sharing it with Gauls or North Africans seasoning Roman stews—the flavors linger even now in everyday kitchens. Our languages, too, carry these collisions, patchworking words from multiple origins. What seems singularly “our” culture is really a centuries-old crossroads menu still quietly cooking.
