I can not deny that I love this city at night and this home feeling growing and growing till I forget about my hometown. I don't know what particular in Amsterdam makes it a unique city but I do think that it is cozy, liberated, open-minded, and has a lot of allowed sins of arts as well.
Today I started my voluntary job in a poetry cafe. My colleague is an old nice Dutch woman and she guided me perfectly throughout the night. I did not expect that I can do that. I know that the way was not that easy. It takes everything and I'm tryna pull these wheels back.
I promise myself that I would not give up on my dignity, personality, and self-respect during the asylum process. Today in the morning I had an aggressive conversation with my case manager and she pushed me too much. I felt like she owes me something. I tried to stop her but she was just pushing and I start losing my mind and getting angry.
This is the cost of that journey, you go to a new country and start all over from the scratch, and out of a sudden you feel like a high-school kid who just join the capital" a university but the paradox is that he is 17 while you are 32.
Struggling and surviving unfair choices is the simplest harsh quote describing life. I thought that once I come through the Mediterranean sea and landed in Europe, everything would be easier than in Egypt but unfortunately, it is harder, and in addition, you are almost alone.
The Dutch guy still talking in Dutch and I'm waiting for the break to carry on with my job. Barely I can understand anything. I hope that I did choose right
