This is my first post, and it suppose that it should be exciting, original and creative. Sorry disappoint you if it is not all at what you are expecting, but I just want to use this space, this short lines to tell a story, my story, that it might be boring, but well, here I go...
My name and where I come from it is not important, the important thing it is where I am now and what I am doing now. I have ten months living in a new country, a country that has been exciting and wonderful, but where I have cried many times as well.
The reason why I am creating this blog it is because most of the migrant's blog are trying to help their own compatriots to abroad their country, or they are trying to help other people to live in a new one, assisting them with documents, with legal things, how take the public transport, or even how buy a pet. Well, this it no the case, I would like to give a perspective of our life to the no-migrants, and with a little bit of luck, you will never ask again why somebody leave his country behind.
I know it might be difficult to understand why an engineer, doctor, or solicitor has gone to a new strange country to work as a housekeeper or similar. It does not have any sense, and it could seem like a failure. But, certeinly, it is totally the opposite.
I will try to explain my reasons and my experience as a migrant, it is incredible how much I have learnt in just a few months, and I will share this funny and not so funny stories with you, and I am sure that many other people have spent for the same things as I do.
The next post I am going to talk about my last day in my country and how I arrive at this.
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