Being far from home is something that people find fascinating, strange and sometimes problematic…
Not a long time ago, I was frequently questioned about my roots… about where I belong…
After living for such a long time abroad some people like to assume that all of us who migrate at some point feel like a tree without land…
They used to ask me: where are your roots? I tried to work out how to answer such a difficult question and I think I found it by stating: My roots are right here in front of you….they are beneath my feet… they come with me everywhere I go…
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