I did not undertake formative journeys in my youth beyond your borders, Homeland. Those few trips here and there, in which I participated without any higher goals, shaped me to a negligible extent. Not through culture, but perhaps only through completely superficial, glaring differences, which I did not understand at all. So glaring that they were only blinding. So, you formed me entirely. Your landscapes, your culture, and your, as they say, idiosyncrasies. I didn’t understand any of that either, but I didn’t have to. I was becoming, whether I wanted to or not, myself, and now I am reliant on myself. And you on me, because I will not leave, I will remain within your borders. And mine. There’s not much that can be done about it.