Debrecen

 Debrecen, pronounced Debretsen.. is the name of the city, a bit confusing but it sounds quite satisfactory from a Hungarian tongue. Five months from now I would have raised my skeptical eyebrow if someone told me I'd end up here someday. I traveled.. carrying fifty kilograms of basic life needs and tons of dreams, responsibilities and fears. Reminds me of the cigarette I've just thrown, carrying milligrams of nicotin and tons of inspiration. It's quite a compact city that I find romantic of some sort. The yellowish foggy autumn is spreading its atmosphere at the horizon. Countless fallen leaves covering the streets, they'd probably hit you when a car passes by.. like a neater version of rain water splashing your jeans in Egypt. Cold nights here are my thing, I'd just take a nice long walk debating life matters with my own self.. getting lost in streets I have a feeling that I own. People here are surprisingly nice, they'd always smile and offer help despite the great language barrier.. you'd be surrounded by three or four people in a supermarket hall trying to understand what you're trying hard to put across. The moment I was left alone at the airport was a big sudden rush of thoughts, realising the fact of complete independence.. a new stage of life my family believes I've put myself into so early. From cooking my own food and cleaning the bathroom floor to strong concentration on why I came here, not to spill any handful of motivation I've came here with.. it's all great responsibility added to the nostalgic feeling you get whenever you just see a person who has the looks of people back home. I'm missing Egypt so soon, but I wish I can turn this place into a new alternative home. I hope.