THE LOGBOOK OF A MIGRANT 20/08/2009
Dear Diary,
then we have: I'm leaving for Spain, specifically Barcelona.
I am on a plane of Alitalia. I feel like crying: I am leaving my country.
I will miss everyone: my family, my friends ... But I think that there
I will be better. But I'm saying there's nothing better than Italy!
Unfortunately I have to leave here in Italy I can not find work.
Now I greet you, I heard the noise of the engine is part !!!!!!
24/08/2009
Dear Diary,
are 7:15 am and I stand in front of the Cathedral. I begin to hear the sweet sound of
costanuelas (NACC), the delicious smell of tortillas ...
I feel uncomfortable to hear a new language, I only understand a few words of English
.
Yesterday I took a walk in the second most important city in Spain
. I have seen among other things a school of flamenco.
My new job is located in the suburbs, work in a local television program.
I live in a studio, small but cozy.
I've been here a few days, but already I feel nostalgia for my homeland. In this
moment I seem to feel the smell of pizza that reminds me of what my mother prepared
. I leave you I go to eat.
27/08/2009
Dear Diary,
day yesterday started well: I went to work, I saw a very beautiful girl
(blonde with blue eyes), its
hair was shining like the sun and his eyes were the color of the sea. Then I
discovered that the girl working with me, just that we are in two different areas
. Too bad that after work the day took a turn for the worse:
way home I saw people with a shaved head. My friends
Italians had warned me that in Barcelona there are groups of skinheads who hate
especially the Italians: from clothes looked like them!
Then I passed in front of them indifferent, but is not "spun"
smoothly as oil. They asked me where I was. I understand the question but I do not know
answer. at one point started to Stratton and
beat me. I am helped immediately by passers-by,
the ambulance arrived it took me to the nearest hospital.
today are still in hospital and I came to find that beautiful
girl who worked with me. Her name is Laura. In my opinion there is a great
harmony between us.
I hope that those skinheads were arrested and now my life here in Barcelona
is all uphill. See you tomorrow
(Kevin)