tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22972466812160587422024-03-13T07:57:44.563+01:00A journey of a thousand miles"Muere lentamente,
quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte
o de la lluvia incesante."
Slowly dies he who spends his days complaining about his bad luck
or the incessant rain.
M. MedeirosHaydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-84413477279872582252015-09-26T14:45:00.004+02:002015-12-02T20:54:56.004+01:00Kan je een kip aandoen?<br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.38;">There is this story about my exchange year in the Netherlands. It was my first month and I spoke very little dutch. I wanted to ask my classmates if anybody could imitate a chicken (it was no smart question I know). I tried and I ended up saying "Kan je een kip aandoen?" which means "Can you wear a chicken?". Of course they started laughing. Well, in a while, those kip-people became my best friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is the big deal. DARE. Dare and MEET the people. Dare to be friendly and happy and crazy with people you have never met. You will make the best memories and the strongest bond.<br />
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My exchange year didn`t start when i took the plane to Schiphol, but when i took the decision to leave. Long time before. Back then I started changing, growing, looking at the world from a different prospective.<br />
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I have been very impulsive, I have discovered about the exchange programs and applied for one in the same week, and I went agains the will of my parents, who would have preferred me to stay home and go to school, instead of messing around in Europe.<br />
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My exchange year is not gonna end when I`ll meet again my parents at the airport. It`s gonna last my whole life, because the change is forever. I will live other wonderful experiences, I will travel again, I will change and grown a lot. But still, There will always be an ExchangeStudentPart in me.<br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-21458452025062523852015-06-04T23:10:00.002+02:002015-06-14T20:41:55.887+02:00Time`s up (almost)There is less than a month to go before my flight back in Italy, and my emotions about it are still very confused.<br />
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I think about the different person I am now, the experiences that made me richer, the fears i won, my projects, dreams changed, amazing people I have met, and with whom endless bonds are born. I feel a huge confusion in my head, turned between my old life and my present life. Not knowing if I will be able to fit in again in my italian life.</div>
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-45259069216705934752015-06-04T22:51:00.001+02:002015-06-04T22:51:32.908+02:00Hard timesSooner or later every exchange student will find himself in a situation in which everything becomes just too much. I haven`t had many of those moments, but it happens to everybody.<br />
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You are just tired. Tired of people who say to you -Je moet proberen- which means -You must try this-. You would like to have once in your life something easy, something familiar, that belongs to you. You are tired of new strange food, difficult language and expressions, weird behavior, tired of everything.<br />
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And you will wonder why the hell you came to the Netherlands, and why the hell you ended up in Zeeland.<br />
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Those moments won`t last long, if you take the initiative and make things better.Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-77570277822420387362015-03-26T22:44:00.002+01:002015-09-11T12:23:26.970+02:005 things you`ve got in your room if you are an exchange student<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">If you are an exchange student, those are the things that you are most likely to keep in your room:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">1# You surely have a stockpile of food. Probably cookies, Nutella, croissant (for the most fancy ones) a frozen cow, pizza, pasta and salami, will help you to survive those moments of hunger in which you would be able to eat the whole kitchen alone. There are two kinds of exchange student: the ones that in the middle in the night, while the host family is asleep, sneak out their rooms and go and grab everything they can find in the fridge. And there are the ones with the stockpile of food, settled just next to the bed. Cause everybody knows, exchange student often are lazy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">2# You`ve got a flag of your home country, maybe with the signatures and messages of friends and random people you have met in your way till here.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">3# You`ve got a diary or some kind of book, where you write what happens to you, or complain about the weather, the school or your host country.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">4# You probably also have a flag of your host country, and some kind of tourist souvenirs that you bought in the first weeks of your exchange year. And now you look at them with contempt, cause now you are almost a native in your host country, who needs souvenirs??</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">5# Pictures, letters, memories received from your friends back in your home country. You probably spend some time during your exchange looking at them, and thinking about some great time that you have had with those people. You know, <i>distance makes the heart grow fonder...</i></span><br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-18125162255945376172015-01-28T16:12:00.001+01:002015-01-28T16:18:54.979+01:00Dutch and INDEPENDENTYoung people in Netherlands have a job since they are 14 years old. They earn their money, and use them to buy what they want. Usually they don`t receive pocket money from their parents, so common in Italy.<br />
Young people in Netherlands have bikes and go everywhere with them. To school, to work, to the gym, to the beach when it`s not too far.<br />
Public trasportation system works and can bring you wherever you want. Even if dutch people always complain about trains` delay and high prices, the service is still really good compared to Italy.<br />
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Young people in Netherlands are independent. I was looking for independence when I left Italy. And here I found it. There are some moments in which I feel a sudden and surprising happiness. I realise I am <i>living</i> and I am living the best. I am an individual and I am alive and I am <i>free</i>. I`m on a journey and it`s going to last all my life. In those moments I understand the real point of being an exchange student.<br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-82432106175436327572015-01-20T20:22:00.003+01:002015-01-20T20:33:55.429+01:00Five things you don`t really need<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Five months ago I came in the Netherlands, and during this time I changed in many ways. There are also small things about everyday life that have changed. Many things that I thought to be necessary, and they aren`t. And I`ve discovered that the less you need, the more you are free. So here you are, stuff that you don`t really need:</span><br />
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<b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">1- Electric iron</b><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">When I lived in Italy I used to iron everything, seriously, even my underwears. My mother is very precise and thereby nobody in the family is allowed to wear crinkly clothes. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">When my dutch family told me that they never do that, I was really shocked and incredulous. Come on! How can you go around with a creased shirt! But you know, iron the clothes is a real bother, and once you wear something, it`s going to be creased in anyway. So, why should I do that?</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">2- Hairdryer</b></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I`ve always used hairdryer in winter, mostly cause my mother always told me that I was going to get a cold with my wet hair. Well I don`t even have one here, and yeah the winter is not finished yet, but I`m still alive, and in good health.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">For us italians, the luch in the most important meal: after school, we go home and we eat a full plate of pasta (usually 2 plates). Since I`m here, my lunch consists of bread and cheese/ham/nutella. And that`s it. Has been hard to get used to it, but now it`s just normal for me. And I can always stuff myself with food at dinner.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I think that I got on a car no more than 6 times in 5 months. I always use the bike to go to school and to my friends, and the train to travel. That`s actually awesome. I don`t need to ask my mum for a ride, I`m almost totally independent, and I also train my muscles!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Okay man, now tell me: what`s the real purpose of a tablecloth? It`s really not necessary, cause it just get dirty and then you have to clean it. So, down the tablecloth!</span></div>
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-57695189348758728932014-12-22T14:32:00.000+01:002014-12-22T14:38:34.347+01:00Dutch and TOUGH <span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dutch children are indistructible. I`ve seen them many times running around in t-shirt, while I was freezing in my coat and scarf. I wonder if it`s something they eat that make them so strong, maybe hagelslag or potatoes. Must be their Viking`s genes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I was a child, my mother used to dress me with more than one coat to keep me warm, and always try to protect me from the world and weather. She still does it actually, even now that I live 1000 km from home. Italian moms are in general very protective, they will always stop their children from doing something dangerous, or catching cold.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I`ve noticed that here children grow up freely, and learn by experience. At the end, who cares if their hands are a bit more dirty and their knees a bit more scratched? That is just life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Just an example: I`ve been in a recreation ground for children in my city. I was used to italians ones, where you can find just slides and seesaws; That one here in Netherlands was like a surviving camp, an Hunger Games training. It was fu**ing dangerous!!! I`m a teenager and I consider myself quite brave, but i was actually scared!!</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, do not go to a dutch recreation ground if you`re not sure you can face it.</span></span><br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-28998493072067399032014-12-21T12:39:00.000+01:002014-12-22T14:38:17.896+01:00Dutch and "HONEST"<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dutch people like to be just the way they are. They think to have the <u>right</u> to do so. They don`t say something nice that they don`t actually believe. <u>They won`t try to make a good impression on you</u>. They won`t change themself to make you happy. They feel that their opinion of themself is more important than yours.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For this reason I`ve seen more diversity and originality among the young people here in the Netherlands. And I realised how strong the conformism is in my italian city. How people always try to go with the mass.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When dutch people want something they usually get it. When they believe something, they say it. And they are proud of it. They don`t like to be told what to do or how to behave. They don`t even follow the recipes for cooking, cause <Who says that I`ve to cook in that way? I like it in this other way!> and that`s why it`s so common to put salad in pasta (as an italian I still suffer for their disrespect for pasta).</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes, yeah, it can be rude, and uncompromising, and but they call it HONESTY.</span></span><br />
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One of the things that I`ve discovered going abroad is that you cannot define a person just because of her/his nationality. As I wrote in my first post, living in foreign countries means forget your prejudices, and get to know people as individuals. It`s not possible to say that all dutch people are like this or that.<br />
Neverthless I`ll try to explain some aspects and things that I`ve discovered, that are not true for every dutch but could be for a big part of this amazing folk.<br />
Just a remark: I live in Zeeland, in the south of the Netherlands, in a small town. Here in the neighborhood there are like just farms and cows and sheep, and people are probably quite different than people in big cities or Amsterdam. Like m<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">ore quiet and warm I think... </span></span><br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-53061159137483337862014-12-06T14:45:00.000+01:002014-12-10T14:31:45.739+01:00People.If you are going on an exchange, you must know that you`ll meet people that will consider you just as someone who is passing by, and isn`t worth to be talked to. People that will make fun of your country or your accent, behind your back. People that will make you feel stupid, because after 3 months in the Netherlands you still can`t do your dutch tests. Those people don`t deserve your attention.<br />
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You will meet others, that ask you questions, all the time. About your italian school, your family, that guy that you were dating back in Italy, your experiences. They will keep you sane, happy and in love with your native country. People that try to learn some italian words, and proudly keep reapeting <Io mangio un tramezzino>. People that <What am I going to do when you`ll be back in Italy?!>. People that I will never thank enough for being my friend.<br />
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I didn`t expect it. I didn`t expect to have someone to miss from the Netherlands. I didn`t expect to be so happy, and lazy, or to fall in love with nutella and beer. I thought that all the challenge was leave your country and move to another place. But now I know that the most tough part will be go back home, and leave the life that I`ve built here. The people that I`ve met and I`ll meet, the friends that are part of my life and that I will never forget. And even if I don`t want to, I `m going to leave behind most of them. Cause the time flies and nobody has already invented the teleportation.<br />
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Haydèehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14189615290866975594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-79231526088594559372014-11-12T16:50:00.002+01:002014-12-19T21:24:56.440+01:00It always begins with one step<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A journey of thousand miles begins with one step, it doesn´t matter how big the step is, what really matters is that you are strong enough to take that step towards your dream. My dream was travelling and being able to see the world in a different way, not as a tourist but as part of it, and this is one of the things exchange students have in common the will of learning as much as you can.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few months ago I was back in my homeland, Ecuador, thinking what my life will be as a exchange student in the Netherlands. And now that I am one I can say is much more than I can imagine, learning a new language, adapting to a new culture, going to school in a totally new language, and of course meeting people, people from all over the world that share this same desire.</span></span></div>
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You are never too young to achieve your dreams, and always remember what is worth it, is not always easy to achieve.</span></h4>
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<i><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: purple;"><br /></span></span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297246681216058742.post-46876834437349615642014-11-11T23:38:00.001+01:002015-06-14T20:41:28.533+02:00But when you look - look WIDE; and even when you think you are looking wide - LOOK WIDER STILL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0E_YopL8Hb-ieb6_4zHN9yzVuh-aA4iwYS2zIhe-RdA6Oc2si_tuv5qVfCjWGAzOEmmYrsoWMeTZGK-kyURRDQV5M-LLH8J60G-qMcNZqKD07m-DdnpBObftP0neX0kpoe5KPP2sOMHe/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0E_YopL8Hb-ieb6_4zHN9yzVuh-aA4iwYS2zIhe-RdA6Oc2si_tuv5qVfCjWGAzOEmmYrsoWMeTZGK-kyURRDQV5M-LLH8J60G-qMcNZqKD07m-DdnpBObftP0neX0kpoe5KPP2sOMHe/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I have the great desire to go, no matter where. The important thing is going, wandering, walking along different <i>paths</i>, speaking different <i>languages</i>, and eating different <i>foods</i>. I call it Youth, I call it life. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My dream, come here, did scare me, and now this life is <i>normal</i>, and I start feeling that emotion; I find myself staring at the world map, scrolling my fingers over it. I know I should be patient now. I should think about the present here and no more. But I can`t help it. There is an Italian song that says: <This is the road for the ones who leave, and arrive to leave again>. </span><br />
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There is no end point now, there is no arriving. NOW is not the time to keep still, it`s the time to search, find a new way, ask yourself <What am I up to?> and Everything is the answer. This is time of possibilities, dreams, cheap food and cheap clothes. </span><br />
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I`m running away from a life planned for me. Why should I study, go to university, work, and settle down not too far away? Why is this the kind of life that we deserve? I want something else, something more. First I want to know my options, the infinite possibilities of this world. And then choose: probably I`ll settle down and work, but even if the result is the same, it`s not as like as not to choose.</span><br />
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There is no point in keeping your money now because one day you could need them. Money is just an instrument, made to be used! Use it in a smart way. Travel is a very good way to spend your money! There are so many things that you don`t really need, that don`t make you happy. </span><br />
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But travel... </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Travel is an investment in your happiness, knowledge, personality, friendships. If you think about that in this way, you`ll be surprised that it`s so cheap. It is the cheapest, fastest and funniest way to learn and grow. Probably you won`t even realise that you`re learning and changing. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">There are official diplomas, the ones that the school gives you, and unofficius ones, the ones that the world gives you. And maybe the second ones are even more important. Not for get a job sure, or to earn money, but that`s not really the point. </span><br />
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Travel will make you free, will show you other ways, lifes, perspectives. You will stop thinking about the people on this earth as dangerous, incomprehensible, wrong strangers and begin to consider them as future friends. They have same emotions and feelings as you, actually there are no barriers and borders but the ones that you build by yourself.</span><br />
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Travel makes you modest, and aware of how small you are compared to the world. Until you`re at home, your world is the school, or your work, but then you realise that these things are not so important, and the world is wonderful and full of different people. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Remember that there is no better and no right way to be.</span><br />
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This is not the time to be lazy, and I`m not talking about the exchange year, but the youth. I know not to believe the ones who tell me <You`re 16! You`re so young, what are you doing here! Don`t you miss home?>. Don`t trust them cause you`re not too young to go, to be indipendent. You mustn`t think that maybe you aren`t up to it, that you are not strong enough. You can If you want. Dare it, take risk, think big. <But when you look - look WIDE; and even when you think you are looking wide - LOOK WIDER STILL> (B.P.)</span><br />
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And when you do it, you understand that wasn`t so hard. Mountains are always higher if you look at them from the ground, and so are your fears and adventures. Once you`re in, perhaps you will ask yourself <Why didn`t I go further? Why didnt I dare more?>. You`ll become more confident.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">So yeah, <b>lets go!</b> That`s what I meant to say.. ;)</span></div>
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I decided to write about my exchange year after more than 2 months since its beginning, because during this time I managed to get a new life. This house is my home, this family is my family, these friends are my friends. I haven't forgotten what i left, but Italy is no more part of my present now, and I must go on with my life. The ones who I left are going on too, I discovered that their world keep perfectly on turning without me. I left my city and my country and I came in Zeeland, Netherlands, and I already can see how this experience has changed me and will be positive to the relation with my italian family. Probably going away is the only way to understand the true value of all the things that you take for granted.</div>
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When you left, everything you bring with you is you and all the clothes that you manage to put in your bag. And then? You have to rebuild your life, bit by bit. It's like born again in another place, another culture, and you have nothing but yourself as a starting point. It's a second chance. And you're alone actually. Until you stay at home you don't understand it: you have your family, your friends, your world, and you don't realize that you own just yourself, your mind and dreams.</div>
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Here I understood how I was used to judge the people at first sight, give them a "tag". But this way to think doesn't work anymore, and soon all the prejudices that I used to understand the people are broken because of the impact with the world, with the different. </div>
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I was bewildered at the beginning, because the prejudice makes you feel safe and protected, It's easy to never doubt, always know what to think about a person or a situation. And that's the point. If you already know, how can you learn? You must put aside everything you know about the people and the ideas, and look at the world with new eyes, without judging but with the willing to learn. Be like a child, who knows nothing and everything wants to discover.</div>
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Still, being the foreign means a lot of things. Decide by yourself, be strong and sure about what you want and what is the best for you, about your ideas. And then, when you got it, be condescending. Yes... because you are the foreign, and the others are not supposed to understand you, or even try to understand your way to be different: they've never left in the end. You did it, and so it's you the one who has to understand, and meet their expectations.</div>
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Doei doei!</div>
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