Abrodians

How weird is being abroad.
You look down when you walk and you know every inch of the path, at least that's what I do when I go to newman building in the morning.
And then you realize that it's soooo many miles from home. Like... thousands!
But you are at home in a way. You say "I go back home" after lesson.
Then a sudden pale fear assaults you when thinking you're far away from home. Then a rational warmth comes to your vein. "I'm in Ireland - I think - I'm home as never before".
Dirty walls are clean and hills are mountains when I think I'm in Ireland. Colours are brighter and the rain... well it's just nice.
I am abroad and in being a foreigner everything takes a special flavour. The flavour that a valley has when seen from the top of the mountain.

Now I want to speak about two questions and two answers.

1 -"Where are you from?"
"I've been born in Lyon"
2- "What's your name?"
"I'm A*****, from Germany"

Where are we from?
For the first person it was a matter of where are you born. For the second one, being german is as much important as the first name. Indeed we are all born and mostly raised in a place. That's were we are born. But then we can move and be something more.
I've been born in Osimo. I lived in Osimo up for 19 years. For 19 years I had no foreign friends, I've never been abroad for more than 10 days.
Today, I can't deny to be born in Osimo. But if somebody calls me "osimano" it upsets me.
For Italian spoke my parents to me and indeed I know how to cook spaghetti, but today there's more in me.
It's in a united europe I live and today I'm even a bit Irish.

So to speak... another intelligent answer to the request "can we speak english?"

"I'm italian and I speak Italian".

Munin wishes you a good european and brotherous weekend, wherever you're from.