I have been living away from my "village" for many years now, more than 10 and in all this time I found a lot of good wishers to tell me I was not born where I lived at that moment.
It happened when I used to live in Bucharest, from time to time mainly when drunk people, educated otherwise, used to remind me in a non-academic language that I am filthy bastard from region Oltenia. Then I moved to Belfast and again drunk people used to advise me to "Go Home!", or simple threw bottles at me. Of course, always sober local people tried to explain me that this is just the local way of having fun. Then life got strange and I moved to Dublin. I lived in Malahide, some posh village in north of the city and I remember, the non-dissimulated surprise t...