It's kind of weird to pertain to a family of immigrants. My family is made of people who lived on eastern europe and migrated to latin america, and I don't know shit about the life they had before coming here. They lived together with a certain community of people and I just can't experience what they had, it's frustrating. Like, they had a culture and an identity I don't have, considerably different lives even if we are from the same family. I know that my grandfather liked goulash and hungarian food, that's it. One of my ancestors lived in a small village, another one in a kind of a city for the working class and the rest lived in big cities. I will never be close to their life experience, and even if I travel to those places I will be and act like a latin american person (which I am) and not like a slav (which I'm not). Idk it's so weird.I feel a little out of place, because there's a part of me that's naturally assimilated to the country I was born and raised but another part isn't assimilated. I wonder if americans feel the same, specially those who have asian, african, latino and jewish or arab ancestrality.
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>>84429127W-what?>you have been muted for 2 seconds (by that stupid nigger bot)
