It's a beautiful part of the world.
I work with a former Croatian refugee. She will always be a refugee because she has absorbed enough of our culture to feel awkward "at home" when she visits, but her roots and her early memories are there - a landscape that still exists, but a country/ way of life that doesn't.
She doesn't moan about it - she is happy with her life now. But sometimes, a turn of phrase reminds me what people leave behind.
I am so tied to this country. I do love it. I'd carry on elsewhere if I had to, but if I was forced out by any of the four horsemen I'd mourn for however long I had left.
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