Homeland
Just two hours has been completed on July 25, the day of Santiago and the country Gallega. That this is just nothing more than a date, but what does it mean for me Galicia?.
I'm friends with borders, both reach the Padornelo hate and find an office that I think was going to tear it down myself with my own hands if this is possible, however there is something that makes me different and I qualify for being a Galician. Literally
homeland is the land of the father, so feeling a world citizen, I identify that little place in the world called Galicia, or Swabia, as my home, my roots, my people ... my self. I belong to a tribe that identifies me and makes me greatly the person I am.
loathe exclusive nationalism, which is difficult to explain because people tend to have a fairly topical of them. I am against governments and anyone who claims to lead the life of his fellow generates my distrust, so there's that. Clearly define what it is not easy. There is a pride that makes me feel superior to those who do not belong to my people, which I am also aware of its shortcomings and defects. It is not hatred or resentment abroad real or invented by colonialism. There is a prison within limits that prevent any new or transferred ... not so much!
What then? The only word that comes to mind is love, yes, it must be love.
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