To be given luxuriously free access to flit around however I choose, just because I was born inside the arbitrary chalk-sketched border lines of a small country in the South Pacific ocean.
Life after 3 months working in refugee camps
Anna Mcphee

And in the end, the idea of nationality is the most bizarre construct of all. The idea that one person ‘belongs’ and another not purely based on where he or she was born. Yet it continues to exist, brought up to be questioned only once in a blue moon, because most do not understand, and have never had to experience what it’s like, to not be born inside those pretty chalk borders, to have to fight to prove, to qualify one’s ‘worthiness’ for the right to survive, to thrive, to have a dream, to have a dream of a better life.