Essay

 

Across the ocean, across the sand,

What is out there for me, on this foreign land?

 

It’s cold. It’s actually freezing cold. The low air-humidity due to the cold North-European hemisphere does not produce a clammy feeling in the air, nor does it leave traces of sweat-beads on the skin. The rumours about the iciness of their winter-weather were nothing short of the truth. It’s noisy; people are chattering on their cells, mumbling to themselves, conversing amongst each other. People are everywhere- but they’re not the same kind of people that I am used to, not the same people as at home. At least not where I’m from.