My sister and I are sitting in the back seat of a silver-gray Nissan Sunny, on velvet booster cushions,in the parking lot of a strip mall in Vantaa. Behind us, there’s a grocery store, a pharmacy, a kiosk that sells half-liter cartons of low-fat milk on Sundays, a hair salon called Ritu’s Salon, a Pizzataxi run by two Turkish uncles who hand out lollipops for dessert, and a bar where some of my classmates’ parents play bingo and sing karaoke.