Barack Obama's letters discovered for his college girlfriend

Letters written by young Barack Obama for his girlfriend reveal a 20-year-old marred by uncertainty about race, class and money.

Handwritten letters are a communication between Obama and Alexander McNaar, whom he met in California while he was in the study.

Some of the letters show the early efforts of the future president of America, working a job that he dislikes, only to move on.

Letters received from Emory University's Rose Library in 2014 have been published at the moment, broadcast the Bank Kosova.

“They are quite beautifully composed and reveal a young person's search for identity”, said library director Rosemary Mare.

The “Letters show the same wishes and issues our students face and that students everywhere face”.

Remote Love

The letters were written between 1982 and 1984, five years before Obama had his first meeting with his current wife, Michelle.

In one of the earliest letters, Obama wrote “I believe that I miss you, that my concern for you is as wide as the air, my trust in you is as deep as the sea, my love is rich and abundant”

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But the long distance connection did not last.

Until 1983, when the former American president says “I think of you often, even though I'm confused about my feelings”

It looks like we're always going to want what we can't have, this is what connects us, this is what keeps us separate”.

Street Search

In one letter, young Obama writes about his friends who are preparing to settle down or take over the family business.

But born in Hawaii, from a Kenyan father and spending much of his early years in Indonesia, he felt differently.

“Being without a class, structure, or a tradition to support me, in some way choosing to take a different path is made for me”.

The only way to ease the feelings of my isolation is to absorb all the traditions, classes, to do mine”, he wrote.

Nine letters include 30 pages of thought and feelings expressed.

But it wasn't that easy.

As a graduate in 1983, returning to Indonesia, where he grew up, he realized that he no longer belonged there.

I can't speak language better. I'm waiting with a mixture of harassment, honor and contempt, because I'm American, my money and my airline ticket goes back to the United States, overlapping my” color.

“I see the old dark streets, houses and my old roads, roads I no longer have access to”