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What Makes Me Myself Rather Than Anyone Else Is The Very Fact That I Am Poised Between Two Countries, Two Or Three Languages, And Several Cultural Traditions. It Is Precisely This That Defines My Identity. Would I Exist More Authentically If I Cut Off A Part Of Myself

You Can't Say History Teaches Us This Or That; It Gives Us More Questions Than Answers, And Many Answers To Every Question.

The Identity Cannot Be Compartmentalized; It Cannot Be Split In Halves Or Thirds, Nor Have Any Clearly Defined Set Of Boundaries. I Do Not Have Several Identities, I Only Have One, Made Of All The Elements That Have Shaped Its Unique Proportions.

I Come From No Country, From No City, No Tribe. I Am The Son Of The Road... All Tongues And All Prayers Belong To Me. But I Belong To None Of Them.

I Am The Son Of The Road , My Country Is A Caravan And My Life Is The Most Unexpected Of Voyages. I Belong To Earth And To The God And It Is To Them That I Will One Day Soon Return