Identity Misplaced

A person was born in a country, where his parents migrated during their childhood from another country under British Empire. When he was born in this country, though his look resembled his parents, for all practical purpose he considered himself son of the soil of that country. He speaks local language, eats local foods, wears local style of clothing and above all he does not able to read, writes or understand the native language of his fore-fathers. Everything was fine with him. When he was in Class V or VI, suddenly one fine morning a dictator took-over the reign of elected government in a blood-less coup and the trouble begins for all those persons whose fore-fathers do not belong to this country, were declared foreigners. His dream of studying steadily and pursuing his ambition to study MBA in the local university, shattered overnight. Luckily he and his entire family migrated to the country of his fore-fathers, but due to their long absence from their roots, could not able to settle down there and had to migrate to a neighboring country and settle down there. However, halfway through, before completion of his graduation that country broke into two parts and once again he and his family became refugees, (not in the sense that they have migrated from another country) but their country has left them high and dry after unable to contain foreign insurgencies and fled. This phenomenon has again compelled him and his family to migrate from there one by one and got settled in the remaining western part of that country. He completed his education, got reasonable job, got married and settled down there, despite several military takeovers during this period in that country. Gradually, a campaign of hatred was created and such people have become alienated from the local populace & felt insecure. This trend has forced him to think about his identity which was misplaced during these years. Who is he? Where does he belong to? What is his future? By migrating from one country