Well, Australia sure as heck isn't. But Italy apparently is.
I met a man named Nick recently. He's a real estate agent, a very nice guy, and an excellent driver. He moved to Australia from Italy with his parents when he was 7 years old shortly after the war, and four years ago he paid a long-overdue visit to his birthplace. Nick told me this amazing story that happened to him on his trip.
At a local cafe, the woman behind the counter asked him which part of America he was from (making a safe assumption, since he was obviously an English-speaking tourist and rather under-tall for his weight).
Nick: No, actually I'm from Australia.
Woman: Is that so? Which part?
Nick: Western Australia.
Woman: Really? Which part of Western Australia?
Nick (unsure of how well she knows Western Australian geography): Um, sort of around the Perth area.
Woman: Oh. Is that anywhere near Hamilton Hill?
Nick (very surprised): Hamilton Hill is a suburb of Perth, one of about 200 or so, but also happens to be where I live!
Woman: Interesting. See, I have a brother-in-law who lives in Hamilton Hill. His name is Vincenzo T----.
Nick (falling out of his chair): That's . . . that's my Uncle Vinnie!
Woman (looking closer at him): . . . Niccola? Is that you? Mio nipote!