Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it. With a big smile on my face, I would quickly fend off further questions, saying “Assumptions, of course they are only your assumptions”. But inside of me, I was frozen; afraid that one question will arise out. The question I don’t have the tools yet to answer, “Who am I?” After years of traveling and moving around, I’m torn between two cultures. Thus, there is an ongoing struggle between American and European
