"But what are you really?"

Since I am mixed race I rarely felt like I was "enough" of any race to count. Or nationality. Now I find myself not caring much about where people come from and I never question their pedigree or nationality.

It was distressing to always hear "you aren’t Swedish then." or "you aren´t that Dominican then." or "but you can´t be Norwegian, none of your parents are."

Family community: I am half Latina and half northern European. When I am with one side of the family it sometimes feels like the other race-half of me is part of "the others". Either my other identity is ignored or it is somehow put in focus.

My Swedishness is sometimes rejected since I am "not Swedish enough" given that I was raised in Norway. But I don´t feel Norwegian since I for years could not get a Norwegian passport and Norwegians sometimes would ask "But what are you *really?*" since neither Norwegian nor Swedish was the right answer. So parts of my race and nationality identity would be accepted but the others would be questioned or rejected.

When I watch sports my "hats" can change a lot depending on the sport. I am Swedish but was raised in Norway. In skiing, I am suddenly pro-Norway. In Ice hockey, I am suddenly pro-Sweden. In running I am suddenly pro-whatever-country-is-closest-to-The-Dominican-Republic.

- anonymous 19