My border of me , and the other.

My First memories of my epileptic attack.
My college scholarship was for me to study in the US . In the first day I met at the fist day that I met Felipe, Leila and Mounia.

Felipe had a scholarship like me. We both are born in in Brasil. We had met me meat in the US. I met at first day days. As we were the first days , we met the foreigners. I met very fast Leila and Moon and we became friends. Mounia and Leila come from Morroco.

I people of the world, I became friends of people who came of different part of the of the world. Leila mother , and she was born in France, her father is from there. Her family lived for the world. In morro come speak in
But life is complete, Since I mix languages that in morocco some people speak Arabic and older speak French . Moon told me that to her parents she spoke in French, But her grandma did not speak French.Morocco becomes a French protectorate in 1921. But since my schools were in French and English when I was young and after I had to comas if it was from languages it would be harder to speak.

But life is complete, Since I mix languages that in morocco some people speak Arabic and older speak French . Moon told me that to her parents she spoke in French, But her grandma did not speak French.Morocco becomes a French protectorate in 1921. But since my schools were in French and English when I was young and after I had to comas if it was from languages it would be harder to speak

I traveled alone and then I was seeing the country and see the difference for additions but when I arrived the border between Morro and Ceuta, Spain.

Since I was traveling alone,This all the men told me it was very dangerous to travel alone I told him I always do it.He told me he travel here I transporting things to Spain in Celta invite me to be in the car.He told me he could show me all the places and I did.

It was comfortable in a car he was polite but as a crossed the man was so happy to me go out and even looking at my passport maybe because he could look I am not African but I didn’t know yet.

As I arrived the hotel I was in Europe the difference between the life I decided the following day I would come back to morocco.

As I went to the border it was the most sad moment that I have seen they were people way back to Africa disappointed that’s what was his plan didn’t work.

The police told me I should be the first it was a Normas Q of people and I told her I would stay.He told me and white you can go first it made me sad.

Even all the men who are black they told me it would be if I go the first and when I cross I could see any Normas few of hundreds and hundreds of people of the whole Africa trying to go to Europe.

So much injustice inside of my mind of my brain I don’t know as I came to the house of Moon I talked and how much I like morocco I love morocco but at night I had my first epileptic attack.

1 thought on “My border of me , and the other.

  1. Julieta, my favourite singer, I am happy to receive your visit by email. I am still in London. Great changes in the world around us. Let’s embrace it and always hope for the best. Much love for you and your family.

    Yara

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