Foreigner
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It doesn't matter where I live, if I am in the country where I was born or in the one my parents were born, I am a foreigner to everyone. Here in Slovenia, where I was born and raised and speak perfect Slovene, I am considered an Albanian, always unknowingly treated as a stranger, and it is not obvious, but it's the details that reveal the whole picture. And in Kosovo? Since I can't speak perfect albanish and have different views and opinions, I am automatically excluded and therefore the question arises - who am I and where do I belong? As humans we need a sense of belonging, and I think that since I lack in that area, I try to make it up with my friends or any acquaintances, in which I put all of my trust and end up surprized, when it ends up shattered in pieces. Who knew what the sense of belonging could do.
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