“Miguk-in onda,” the Korean kids used to shout at me as I walked past the convenience store. The mere sight of a white guy on the streets of Seoul causing them to break out in cheers and shouts, proclaiming that an American guy was coming. I didn’t really have the heart to tell them I was from the south of England, nor did I fancy trying to explain Benedict Anderson’s 1983 book Imagined Communities or the War of 1812 to them. So, I just smiled and played along. “What’s your name?” the loudest and most confident would yell out.