One Night In Paris Stream

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Welcome to Stockholm. Everyone keeps repeating that phrase. I look at the happy smiles of the tourists and I understand they are no longer one of them.
"Well, you'll be where? I found a hotel that seems really nice "
"Actually, today I'm moving here for a couple of years, I follow an international course"
Frost, we were not even under the snow storm in the middle of December.
see that two hearts beat within them: the first is that you instinctively say "there's another forced to leave, that anger but also how much satisfaction" and the second one is true, that shields evil and keep the old emotions.
Stockholm has welcomed me in the way he remembered it, clean, honest, punctual, quiet, multi-ethnic. Looking back at life so far, blacks, yellows, mulattoes have always been the exception in my life. Here, in the district where I live, the majority population is the Middle East and I am that I represent diversity. Noto eyes on the subway, I feel the same detachment of some and the curiosity of others. Try to mess but you can not, do you care about the language and customs as well. The market square is there every morning with its cargo of merchandise, standing in line at the bank: everything seems normal, everyday life. But this world is not mine: they are at that stage of reluctance, in which the bad talk about your country turns into a boomerang of failures and regrets. I feel "temporary" (blessed as I understand), I repeat "2 years" and quick calculation in mind what is missing, until the day when things are reversed and I'll feel at home. Until then days and nights will pass at dusk and will always think of my sea and to you, my friends, and will not be able to hold back the tears because I feel defeated. Defeated for
believed to have made a difference, to have been better, he thought for a moment that defines the working man. They are all nonsense, dictated by the emotions that flow out of control.
In the morning there are more families, only silence and a house that maybe home is not: a dorm with all the comforts, where the sense of family is hanging hook left some rust. There is more everyday, there is the magic of being at the table and talk to someone, listening to television and you realize that talk about things you can not understand.
E 'that the discomfort of the first day.
But I smile, because it is passing.