I wished I were from a border country.

A corner of the world map; anonymous, neutral, keeping to itself one of those countries that sits in a corner and is overlooked It doesn’t sell oil or buy rifles. It exports sweetness, it makes chocolate. It neither threatens nor is threatened. Once a year, even its name doesn’t appear in international news. There is no sanctions against it; it doesn’t impose sanctions. There’s no plan for it to fight, no plan to fight with it. Its politicians don’t want to save the world, to bring change, to smash it and rebuild it from scratch. Its government is only looking for people’s happiness. With its neighboring countries, it only exchanges greetings. I wish I could sit in the safe margin of such a country

and not know where the Middle East is

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