I’m writing you from China where I’m first known as a foreigner, then a Westerner, then perhaps a Mexican and, if lucky, as Adrian. I don’t consider this good or bad, it’s just the way it is. As any other country, China has its own cultural nuances.

Years ago, when I got my first full-time job after law school, Celanese exposed me to the idea of thinking — and acting — globally. That was such a revelation. Until not too long ago, Mexican branches of…