Observations · People

A Good Day at Immigration

I have always been a foreigner. I’ve never lived in a country where I could cast a vote. I’ve had a million passports and a million visas in them. I’ve gone home, to the place of my birth, only once in the 35 years I’ve been abroad. It wasn’t even called Serbia when I left her, it was still under the socialist hand of Tito, and it was comprised of six republics, all now separate countries from what was then called Yugoslavia.