Dear Homeland, Strange-land,
I left you a long time ago. When I think of you, a feeling of strangeness overcomes me. I do not recognize you any more: you have changed so much. Or I have changed.
Your language, my mother-tongue, has the same effect on me, when I hear it spoken. It is familiar and yet, it does not make me feel at home.
There is another question: the one about identity. I cannot answer that one for the time being as I do not know what my identity is. European, might be a possible identity and would respond to my feeling of intermingling identities and relationships.
What is it then that keeps me attached somehow to you, little Luxemburg ? I know the answer to that question: it is people. Faces of friends come to my mind : family members, relationships.