by now you know im in Sweden, and that Im Swedish, I think has been kinda hard to miss?! So im back where my roots are. I can go out without being stared at, that is I don´t feel like a banana in a strawberry field, but looking around, hearing what people are talking about, I do feel like a blueberry lost in a dessert. Where do I belong??? I do wonder.
We´ve talked about this in school, I´ve been dealing with it, my friends at school has been too, it´s a problem for us "children of the world" that has a nationality but been moving around in different cultures. we feel lost in translation so to say. like for instance, it´s bad when my brother asks me to speak English instead of Swedish, because what I´m saying doesn´t make sense. (Even if it would, I doubt that it would, if you know what I mean?)
We´ve talked about this in school, I´ve been dealing with it, my friends at school has been too, it´s a problem for us "children of the world" that has a nationality but been moving around in different cultures. we feel lost in translation so to say. like for instance, it´s bad when my brother asks me to speak English instead of Swedish, because what I´m saying doesn´t make sense. (Even if it would, I doubt that it would, if you know what I mean?)
it´s hard, you know, when it comes more natural for me to speak italian to my parents, when I turn to my niece and ask her something in English, and then to my man and speak Swedish. I mean where is the sense in that? If there is any. At all. I do wonder Will I ever feel at home at home, somewhere? I do know of a place...but it is getting small, way too small for two...
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For the children of the world such as we are, our home becomes, quite simply, where our hearts are.
(Och...hahah...menade du ett blåbär försvunnet i en öken eller i en efterrätt? *asg*)
i en öken min fröken
vilket fint rim, skrev jag efterrätt nu en då? herregud jag behöver engelska lektion nu är det kört
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