Intercultural romance in digital age -vanishing of "the other"

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Well, this is going to be a really sincere document since the person  I’m writing about is still not here in Serbia, so I am going to try to express myself the best I can in explaining how everything started and happened with both of us.

My name is Aleksa Stankovic. I am from Serbia and currently living in Belgrade city. I am 24 years old and moved here 2 years ago. I am currently finishing my masters at the University of Art – Faculty of Dramatic Arts. She comes from Algeria...

I was born in Paris, to a Cameroonian mother and a German and Corsican father. I wish I could stop there, but unfortunately the question “Where are you from?” has always been the most difficult for me to answer, and it still is. I moved to Singapore when I was two years-old, my African mother raised me to be a Buddhist, then with my little brother we all moved to London, and then when I was thirteen, my parents divorced. I loved travelling, and I preferred to live with my father, so the year after I moved to Tokyo to join him and then shortly after that we moved to Hong Kong, after I had suggested it.Although I went to a French school, I was never really French. I spoke French, my parents spoke French, I have the passport, but I always hung out with English speakers. In my heart I was culturally British and Asian. I have the manners of a Japanese person, the sensibility and open-mindedness of the British, the philosophy of the Buddhist...

A few years ago, when I came to Serbia, I met my boyfriend in Guča, in Trumpet festival. I was hitchhiking with my frends from Poland to Serbia, Kosovo and Montenegro. In Guča I have accidentaly, in the middle of the street, met one boy – he approached us thinking we were from Russia. I was carrrying a Serbian flag, and when I answered him in Serbian, he was very confused. Then I told him I was from Poland and studying Serbian language there. He invited me and my friends to a barbecue party in his house, near Guča...

Can I join you? No way... It was not proper American movie screenplay.

Before you get in touch with someone from abroad, you feel pressure on your shoulders for acting normal around her or him. That’s what I was trying to do while I was on duty. She was Polish and by that, has already had her own confusion but I wanted to be in the bet. We were doing a project in Varna, at seaside of Bulgaria. Place was full of opportunities to make the logical move. But I was a typical guy who wanted to find a seat there by her side. It looked like flashback to WW2 in Bulgaria, Polish girl and Turkish boy who had no assistance from Germany. Maybe it actually was okay not to bring up any German topic when you ...