Yesterday my mum told me about a Roman girl she met the day before. She's been living in Spain for so long that she feels she's from nowhere.
When she's in Spain, people call her a Roman. In Romania, she's the Spanish.
I said: Yes, mum. We're from nowhere. Old roots, new traditions. A mixed identitiy. I'm a lucky person; Frontiers are an human invention. A line in a paper. In order to built a Citizen of the World you just have to let him/her go abroad.