A few words about my voluntary service - Nina
My story begins on September 23rd, arriving in Halle. This is actually the day I moved, and as soon as I arrived, after the coordinator met me at the main station, all the volunteers went to the municipality together to report our whereabouts. Pretty exhausted and tired of the road, with suitcases in which I had packed my hopes, dreams and expctations, also clothes for windy days (because I was warned). I enter, sitting and waiting my turn. Until yesterday at home, today I change my address, but at that moment I feel satisfied. My turn is coming, lots of papers, signatures, rubrics and signatures again. Confused, I read my new address on the screen (which I still do not know where it is), and many other sections, citizenship of one country, residence of another, ultimately automatically throws out that I am Yugoslav.