pay me to do your homeworkpay me to do your homeworkI remember very well that the border idea was instilled in me since my early childhood. It was one of the first mysterious concepts that I had to grasp as a child.
I was born in Manastir, a city in southern Macedonia. Today, the city is positioned very close to the Greek border and not to far away from the Albanian border. Although born in today’s Macedonia, at that time, Yugoslavia, very close to Greece, I knew for sure that none of these geographical names was associated to the deep me. I belonged to another nation.
One of the earliest memories is my native language. Albanian language is my first ‘operational software’. The fastest way to learn, understand and contemplate the world around me was that unique code of communication of an almost lost nation of the twentieth century.
As a child, I could never see coming the obstacles and consequences of belonging to a distinct nation. I had no idea that my nationality would grant me the pain and the advantage of perceptive journey in time and places.
Even though my legally permissible nationality was Yugoslav, I didn’t know this. Of course, I was only three years old. It was too early to grasp the meaning of the legal border of a nation but I without doubt knew that I was an ethnic Albanian.