An immigrant story

In this picture there is the country road which drives to my family's house and is the same which drove me miles far from home. It's very hard to leave your family, friends, traditions, language, mental schemes, be a stranger, the stranger. It's less hard when you leave with your soul mate. What happens into your heart is hard to be described to someone who have never left his home country.

Sometimes you find yourself thinking "where I am? what I'm I doing?" others "I'm lucky, I'll do it, I'm strong".

Many times you start to think about the world and the your neighbor in a complete different way and you start to change too, deeply.

This blog has born as a message in a bottle to someone who shares the same feelings that I always share with He. It will be a trip miles away to find something or someone closer. Write a blog in this era is really like a drop in the ocean and can't have a specific scope... but does it matter if it will make me feel any better?
This is just another immigrant story.