A few months before leaving Vienna for Malaysia for good, you signed up as a volunteer at the Samariterbund Refugee Camp. The refugee crisis in europe was pretty bad at that time.
Leaving the camp, you thought to yourself of how fortunate you are to be belonged to a nation, to have a country you call home.
It was like, no matter how bad Austria was, you could always go back. They, on the other hand, can never go back. And Austrian hates them.
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