In the final chapter of a migrant novel, the narrator lists the names he has used in different countries. He writes the names in a column, like passports, then crosses some out. He says he is tired of being "translated," but he also admits each name helped him survive in a particular place. The shifting names become a map of cultural negotiation: identity as something shaped by borders, accents, and other people's comfort. The point of view is both confession and critique.