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I visited Västgöta nation with my friends, the most welcoming place ever. But for the love of Buddha... shoot the ones who chose the music. People didn't know how to dance so there were some prehistorically-inspired moves on the dancefloor. The students were amazing, we talked to practically everyone, and I was forced to promise I'd teach them all Russian.
Everything comes to an end for me, flowing into a new beginning, although it feels merely like I'm graduating all over again, but this time I'm leaving this country.
After ten years in Sweden, I can only think of and miss the city were I was born, Tashkent in Uzbekistan. The fresh smell of dill on the laughing market, the stiffling tram, the beggars outside the church, blessing me as I gave each and everyone of them some coins for bread. It was a place of warmth - meteorological and spiritual. Strangers on the streets were related to each other, they were a part of a kind of unity I haven't witnessed anywhere else. I miss the inborn closeness, the friendship of peoples, the perfectly natural instinct to help thy stranger.
The place were I spent my first 10 years has left the most profound traces, constructing me as of model paste down to the way I move, and I will never abandon that formation.
I truly hope I can look forward to something similar in my next place of shelter, I hope I will someday feel that I have come home.
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Everything comes to an end for me, flowing into a new beginning, although it feels merely like I'm graduating all over again, but this time I'm leaving this country.
After ten years in Sweden, I can only think of and miss the city were I was born, Tashkent in Uzbekistan. The fresh smell of dill on the laughing market, the stiffling tram, the beggars outside the church, blessing me as I gave each and everyone of them some coins for bread. It was a place of warmth - meteorological and spiritual. Strangers on the streets were related to each other, they were a part of a kind of unity I haven't witnessed anywhere else. I miss the inborn closeness, the friendship of peoples, the perfectly natural instinct to help thy stranger.
The place were I spent my first 10 years has left the most profound traces, constructing me as of model paste down to the way I move, and I will never abandon that formation.
I truly hope I can look forward to something similar in my next place of shelter, I hope I will someday feel that I have come home.
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