I am from…

The NYC Journal by Virag Gulyas

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Silence. Confusion. Dilemmas. I am from all over and nowhere. The guilt towards my parents, who think I abandoned my country. The joy what I feel every time I return to it. I am from all over and nowhere. The sooner you start your journeys, the more you lose. Or gain. Depends on how you feel when you say: I am from.

The beautiful disgrace of multiculturalism. Not knowing where you are from today. And the confusion of the possible answers in a few years from now. They envy you. You envy them. They see you travel. I see them settled. They see you experiencing. I see them being the normal. The different sides of the same spectrum called: life. I am from Eastern Europe. No, I am from Central Europe. Depends on which history book you studied. Yes, it is important. That helps you out…

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