viernes, 11 de julio de 2014

‘Where are you from?’

‘Where are you from?’
People ask me when they meet me.
‘Where am I from?’
I ask myself
Am I from where I was born?
I was born in South American a country that I can barely remember.
Am I from where I grew up?
I grew up in an island, a European colony in the north of Africa.
Does it make me European?
Am I from where I live?
I live another island, whose language I still don’t live.
I am from where my ancestors came from?
My grandparents were migrants in their own country.
Did they know where were they from?
So, where am I from?
As they said in the little town I grew up:
‘I am from my mother and my father’