I am adopted, from Korea. Something I share with thousands of other Korean adoptees around the world, I am far from unique in this sense. In Scandinavia, an adopted Korean does not cause any major traffic jams or anything, we are a quite common sight on the streets, in the shops, in the working life (at my previous work place, we were around four adopted Koreans). We have reached that age when we drag along a husband/wife (sometimes also adopted, sometimes Swedish, sometimes of other nationality) and a few children.
When I lived in Singapore, most people thought I was either Japanese or Chinese or Korean. Well I am neither. I have big tattoo on my left shoulder in Mandarin, I look like a Korean but I am Swedish. It was very confusing for the Singaporeans. The probably thought I was just mocking them when I answered their mandatory question: "Where are you from?". Sweden. No, it didn't really make sense.
Here in the UAE, it is about the same. Foreign adoptions is a Western phenomenon and here I face the same questions, the same doubts. Sometimes it's a bit annoying to be honest. Why should I explain my life story to people I don't even know, but why shall I on the other hand tell them what they want to hear (yes, I am Korean). Confusing. Because I look like a Korean, and that's how we label people, by their looks, I do that too!