Though I moved to Lisbon with the mobility of a London expat, it wasn’t with a face people usually associate with that world.
Sometimes I feel suspended between the Lisbon of remote workers and the Lisbon of Uber drivers, Glovo riders, and service staff working behind the scenes…people whose presence is relied upon, yet rarely welcomed with the same ease.
I’m close enough to see both, and oftentimes misread by both, but I don’t quite belong to either.
So…even within the outsider class, there are hierarchies.