paris

In the last weekend I saw someone who wrote his story about moving to Amsterdam on a Classical arabic couch outside an Arabic restaurant. O didn't read the whole story and I think the writer himself didn't aim that, as the story of moving to a new city can't be briefed on a couch, mine would be written on skyscraper building.

After 3 years abroad during corona, the asylum procedure, being sick and being traumatized for years ,I wasn't able to start travelling as usual, even I forget how it feels when my pack my stuffs, arrange everything, making calls and a lot of fun . In stead I fill in my pack yesterday carelessly using a to do list, there are no one waiting for me at the bus stop but luckily some friends waiting on the other side.

I am more spontaneous about traveling ss all places are new, all people are new as well , I feel like the world had been broaden for me and I just have to discover it on my own. I started to enjoy my loneliness besides I am putting my shoes in the situations in which I would be alone.

Being independent is a great benefit of living here but still yet not individual because people will always the ultimate reason to carry on despite I am lonely and alone but I can't deny how people are so important and considered the bottom line and the motive to all my actions.

Once upon time a wise man said, travel you may find your soul company. This time not in Siwa or Dahsb or even sahel but in another continent with different people whilst I'm almost 36 .