I used to love you so much. You gave me a home, a place to call my own. I liked being born and growing up in you. You were good to me.
But now, something has changed. I got to know another way of life, another way to breathe, another way to see.
Luxembourg, you are so shiny and clean on the outside. But so dirty and corrupted in the inside. You are creating rich, but unhappy, hollow, superficial citizen. Everything is controlled by the government and money. No space for originality, initiative or creativity. Everything’s so monotone. So same. So robotic. I feel claustrophobic. You have become a dead-end to me.
I still love you, you are home. But not the same way that I used to…I can’t feel you anymore.