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21th century. Europe. Ukraine. Combat zone. Morning. I am going to cross the demarcation zone and get into the occupied territory. The special pass has been received and it remains only to stand in line for half a thousand people. The next 2 hours will be like in another world. Questions, ridicule, bad attitude on both sides. And now the control is passed and it remains to take a step into the unknown. But it is not clear where comes from the military guy who begin the interrogation. The next 15 minutes he ask me the dumbest questions from where I live to what religion I am and etc. After the stage of interrogations, he took passport and my phone and hidden in building. The rain is started. After a couple of minutes of waitings, I realize the terrible state of my situation.Minutes spread out in hours. My doubts have reached the limit. Other military men approach me periodically and ask the same questions. I feel that this is a test, I try to be as calm as possible. After 10 minutes of waiting, the man returns and says only one phrase: Get out! I just said: '' In what sense? '' And I get only the answer ''Head back to your 'basturd's country' !'' and no more. I couldn't even imagine such a turn of events, and in the end I just smiled, my world turned upside down. I have not yet been refused in any of the 22 countries visited, but i have been refused in my native lands. It was raining, minefields were spread around and thousands of people were moving back and forth across demarcation line, and I was walking and thinking that one day I would return here, but to the liberated land.