I was only 18 when I left my war-torn country of birth and set off towards the wormhole of uncertainty. It was 1998 and former Yugoslavia was in flames. My country, Kosova, was in flames. Milosevic evaporated anything that he could find that had an Albanian name to it and that was war. But it…

How does he know he feels different to the others!?   He doesn’t. All he has left from the flesh of flesh, is a tiny bit of muscle mass which is attached onto the upper layer of his biceps, and some in his thigh and the bit on the side of his calves, weirdly shaped from…