A New Horizon for Germany

All the roads taken and the past experiences that accompanied them indicate the next destination: the Land of the Rhine. A Day in Italy Many years ago while in Italy with Angela, I had a dispute with some Italians working for the institutions. My sister spoke Italian and some time previously had sought a work contract, and yet they were responding that her brother who helped her didn’t really exist. She looked up at me with a sad expression and shrugged her shoulders, so I chimed in, also speaking Italian, and explained to them that they can keep what they got in Serbian Land: You purchased those, the Serbs didn’t want them, so you can keep them!, was my point. Knowing what they had done and hating me for it, they refused to look me in the eyes other than with dark, pre-rehearsed hatred, and instead continued addressing my sister with the words: Stop lying to us, we don’t need you! Valjevo means nothing to Italy and we never saw a spiritual Serbian mother, you can keep tha...