Identity

I have no homeland, I have no language, I have no dignity, I have no dowry. I don't belong to my family, I feel nothing, I don't care, I have no identity, if not the one written on a piece of paper. I only have a bunch of things not mine: I don’t need them. Call me nobody if you want: they offended me, humiliated, used. I wonder why I'm in this world: To witness all this ?! I am unworthy.

emi.me321I am Anna, I live in Italy. Photography and writing are my hobbies.