I'm an exile. My father had the courage to leave with his wife, his mother and three children under twelve. It took more courage to leave, to sacrifice everything for freedom, than to stay.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
During my captivity, I felt abandoned by everyone apart from my family and supporters, because there was no part of the political spectrum that would want me released.
My exile was not only a physical one, motivated exclusively by political reasons; it was also a moral, social, ideological and sexual exile.
I am the face of a refugee. I was once a refugee. I was with my family in exile.
Well, I write in exile because I cannot return to my country, so I have no choice but to see myself as an exiled writer.
When I was young, my ambition was to be one of the people who made a difference in this world. My hope is to leave the world a little better for having been there.
I was 37 when my father died-and I no longer had any freedom of choice over what I would do with the rest of my life.
I am not in exile.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
I do not feel an exile from America in any sense.
My mother left behind three daughters when she went to America and started a new life. I certainly felt abandoned when my father died of a brain tumour; I felt he had abandoned me to this terrible, volatile mother and I had no protection.
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