I was born to a British father and a Swedish mother. My
birth took place on a Spanish train, as it crossed the border between France
and Italy. The
paramedic who delivered me was Portuguese, the official who reported it to the Austrian
officials who met the train when it arrived at the station was Greek, although
he used German paperwork to register me with the relevant interested authorities.
After many years, for my 30th birthday, the
European Union finally got around to working out exactly what nationality I was,
which was nice.
Although for some strange reason, I’m Dutch…
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