<p>I am an <strong>immigrant,</strong> like you maybe, and this is my <strong>truth about immigration</strong>. A <strong>true story</strong>. A story of many... Too many. Is it yours too? </p><p>You too are a <strong>prisoner of geography</strong> who lives in a world of <strong>racism without racists</strong>?</p><p>If the answer is Yes, my heart goes out to you.</p><p><strong>Discrimination, prejudice, exploitation,</strong> and <strong>abuse</strong> are what I know best. For the world, I am a <strong>human of inferior birth</strong>, but I know that is not true.</p><p><strong>I don’t want to take anything from you. I just want what’s mine by birthright. I deserve to be considered human. A human like you.</strong></p><h2><strong>This true story of survival is a work in progress.</strong></h2><hr /><p>17 years ago, after living under a very oppressive <strong>communist regime</strong>, I left my homeland for the first time.</p><p>I didn’t want to abandon my parents and the only reality I knew.</p><h2>I cried in despair thinking I will never go back. I hated my destiny... my siblings’ destinies. None of us wanted to leave.</h2><p>I know I am one of the lucky ones. I didn’t cross oceans and seas in shipwrecks.</p><p>I didn’t walk for thousands of kilometres as some of the people I know.</p><p>I didn’t live in barracks and ate from a trash bin.</p><p>My heart goes out to all these <strong>humans</strong> who went through unthinkable situations <strong>in the pursuit of happiness</strong>.</p><hr /><h2>I have been treated in diverse ways during these years, but seldom fairly.</h2><p>For many, too many, I am a <strong>human of inferior birth,</strong> not worthy of consideration.</p><ul><li>I have no country now. No identity.</li><li>I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.</li><li>I feel like the world doesn’t want me. </li></ul><p><strong>I haven’t seen my eight (remaining) siblings all together in seventeen years.</strong></p><p>I know that only a tragedy will reunite us. But I don’t want that tragedy. I want to hug my siblings and have lunch with them. And I want to visit my dearest’s brother tomb and leave a flower on it to make him realise we haven’t forgotten him. He will live in our hearts forever. </p><hr /><p>The UK, the country I love very much, has voted "Leave." </p><ul><li><em>Should I pack my bags?</em></li><li><em>Should I give up my dream?</em></li><li><em>Nobody wants Romanians. Is there anywhere I could go?</em></li><li><em>How am I going to provide for my octogenarian parents who survived the Second World War and raised ten children under an oppressive communist regime?</em></li><li><em>Is it really true that this world is not for people like me?</em></li><li><em>What should I do?</em></li><li><em>What <u><strong>can</strong></u> I do?</em></li><li><strong><em>What would <u>You</u> do if you were me?</em></strong></li><li><em>Would you dare to ask for your <strong>human and civil rights</strong>?</em></li><li><strong><em>Would you cry and feel alone in the whole universe?</em></strong></li></ul><h2>I hope you’ll ne