It is morning again in America

As the sun rises over the Peach State, jetlagged Europeans gather over their conference programmes and flat whites. Since Wednesday, the ISA annual convention is in full motion with hundreds of panels covering every topic remotely related to the study of International Relations. This is my first visit to Atlanta proper and the view (above) from Anna’s and my room at Aloft definitely inspires some Stadtbummel.

It is strange with America, every time I land here I am overwhelmed by the same simultaneous feelings of extreme familiarity and alienness. For better or worse, the United States remains a world to its own, full of paradoxes that somehow always evade my political intuitions.