On a foggy night.

 Walking through my thoughts, they slip from the cage in my mind through my mouth dancing around in the form of dense clouds hugging that haunting dead tree I used to sit underneath, it's haunting how a couple of months are enough to turn what was the most pleasing sight I have ever set my eyes on into something so intimidating, so sad that I don't recognise it anymore. It's the natural cycle of change in life we tend to give the blind eye, it's how the best of friends and lovers can turn into total strangers before you can even recognise it. Some drops of rain touch my skin as I kneel down to capture a fallen paper with my shaking hands, but I can hardly see from all that fog. In some way I get this feeling that the sky is on verge of some kind of emotional breakdown. All those drops are just a warning, it's too mind provoking how fog can be so beautiful and so lonely at the same time. Like that girl in her fur jacket, with those pure blue half-closed eyes, looking at the bottom left corner of her head, which is tilted downwards reflecting a kind of "I have all the beauty in the world but I don't know it, and my life sucks because my boyfriend is treating me like I am an old piece of neglected furniture" personality, this thing in a girl that can be the most precious she can posses. I stand up, I take a look at all those uncountable orange sodium side lamps marking the end of the walkway, the rain starts to accelerate, I smile because it came in the best time it could. I turn around and leave, this is how I love spending my time alone.

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.