I remember once when I was a child, like only five or so, I was talking with my grandfather.
He said to me, "Tony, [my name isn't Tony, he just liked to call people that.] do you know what country your from?"
Now, I don't mean to brag, but I was VERY smart as a child, and had already asked about where I was from, where my parents were from, where my grandparents were from, et cetera, et cetera.
So, I told him, "I'm American!"
He said, "Well, technically, but do you know where your great-grandparents were from?"
I paused, and replied, "I think so…"
He said, "Okay, now, wherever they were from, it also kind of you
from there! So, what would that make you?"
I thought for a few seconds and said, "I'm… Hungarian?"
He said, "And?"
He laughed and said, "Oh, no, Tony, no, no, no. On our
"You're getting close…"
I thought for a moment, trying to remember what country it was my mom said he was from.
"Hey, there you go!"
He gently grabbed me by the shoulder and said, "Tony, I want you to remember something. It doesn't matter if you were born in America. It doesn't matter if you're also Slovakian, or anything else. Even if you move from America, to Canada, to Africa, or any other country in the world; Tony, you'll always be a Slovenian."
Toča Slovenija! Toča Ljubljana!