I miss my country. My life there, the air and the color of
the ground. I long for the person I was back then. I was
barely 16 when my parents decided to marry me off.
The spoken sentences merged into an abstract, indefinable
mosaique. All I heard were words like Germany,
work, money….
I am stuck between two people, between two worlds,
between Germany and Sicily.
I dream about a Life where I could have stayed in my
hometown and not being a foreigners, a stranger.
I miss the smell of the dry almonds.