Hi, my name... it is not important. I am gipsy from Bulgaria. one country who is in eurpean comunity, but not every thing is "European". My parrents are muslim. when I was 23 started to impose on me verbal abuse. in religious communities such as Muslims or among Gypsy ethno what people say and relatives is important. one year later, my father tried to marry me strength. left me no choice other then to leave home and try to rebuild my life from scratch. and so alone, with only 10 euros in my pocket arrived in Belgium. year and a half has passed since then. often cry because miss me my mom. I think about suicide. but then I loose the bad thoughts and say, one day it will be over.