Well I arrived to my home 31 months ago. On march 2015. Now I return home to my parents. I found my mother.s London a sad rainy pit, full of distress people that reflect their misery in oppresing others. I now understand how her family left after their ghetto. Now I will head tomorrow to Schmalbach, my father.s land. I hope I find meaning to my uncle.s and father.s escape to Colombia. Genocide. 127 years later Berlin is metropolitan. I am in the eastern side. I felt a huge oppresion. Everything senses monolitic because you feel that comunist ruling was greater than human life, and crust it in its way.
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