Exile is a damnation. Everybody knows the feeling of leaving home is umbearable, althought in the US leaving home often means reach out for a better town, closer and understanding companions, a better job or simply a new life. All that is because the real US citizen is a refugee by definition. So exile may mean salvation, from a certain point of view.

It certainly meant that for german and italian jews, after Hitler and Mussolini banned them. After that many prosecuted people who left home without a destination found hospitality and warmth in the US. That included part of my family, which came here, and Alberta, Canada, after the italian territory of Istria and Dalmatia passed under the jurisdicion of the Jugoslavian federation, in 1954.

That certainly has been a stressful situation in many ways. My relatives indeed never fully understood the newly aquired neighborhood, nevertheless they adapted to the new country in an almost unabatable manner. They recognized, way before their death, how their new country has treated them fair.

I love to spend my life in Europe as much as in north America. I knew both worlds and loved the two equally. I met other people who shared my feelings about this special condition, as well as other who never fully accepted it. It may be a blessing, and a curse. A new homeland may be heaven, and you may as well never feel at home even in heaven.

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