the curse of the foreigner

I will never be from here. No matter where 'here' is. If it's not Cyprus, it will never be where I'm from. It's the curse of the foreigner. And what's more, of a foreigner whose language isn't spoken. I will always be half a person, no matter where I go, just because I am Cypriot. The songs that changed my life,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwQ0YQko0HQ

that inspired me, that made me who I am,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQMsT4lNG2g

who I am today. I am from all the places, England, Cyprus and Spain, of all the people who formed me. But the people that form you, that mean the most to you, will never trully know who you are, unless they know where you are from. They will always forget, or just not know. That's the curse of the foreigner, the curse of the cypriot. To be damned to his own people. His people, who will never understand him, her.