When I was little they were not our friends. In high school, they fought against the Communists. They killed the machine, and then they were free. As Central and Eastern Europe changes into something that never existed before. At 27, I left to find out the some of the questions to the answers that I already knew. Until I got there, I could never had said what I thought. Leaving there scars me every time, I know that more than I will admit of myself identifies with them more than America.
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