torsdag 7 augusti 2014

My neighbourhood

There are two kind of people in my neighbourhood. The ones living here and the ones working here. I have hardly no idea who is living here because you mainly see them driving in or out of their houses.  

The best time of the day is when coming back home around 5 pm and then you have an hour before it gets dark. The colours during this time of the day is just beautiful. Just before the sunset, the light is dark yellow and everything gets very colourful.

Today when walking to the supermarket I had to pinch myself in the arm. I can’t believe that I am living in Africa. In this beautiful country with nice weather the whole year around, with exotic plants that we only keep inside at home, and very friendly people.

Even though I don’t know anyone in my neighbourhood it is impossible to walk through it without greeting people and even have a small chat. When passing someone, they say “hello”, or “how are you”, or “good day”, etc. When walking back home today, there were two young guys walking in front of me. When I was just behind them, one of them turned around and started to talk with me about football, work, where I come from, etc. Five minutes later we went in different directions.

My neighbourhood

By the way, do you know that you can go sledding here? Outside my house is a slope which is very dry because it doesn’t rain now. With some cardboards the boys are sledding down the slope. They have a lot of fun.

The other day when I was out running, a girl saw me in the street. When I was passing her she started to run with me. She talked and ran with me a long way. Then she stopped and said she was tired. I continued but then I also stopped. I looked back at her and when she saw I stopped she started to run up to me again.


Another day when walking back from the supermarket I heard someone singing behind me. It was a young boy who was listening to music in his headphones. When passing me he continued to sing and just stopped to say hi and then he continued running down the hill. 

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