Fire'n Light - A World in Stories

Long time ago, when I was about thirteen, my father has decided to send me off to Brighton, England for three weeks to learn proper English.  Though I am still not sure whether he really wanted me to learn English or he wanted to relax and chill for three weeks. I’d love to believe in the former.

So, there I was standing in the middle of the Heathrow Airport along with my thirteen year old friends. We had three teachers who were there responsible for us but they seemed more like shepherds leading a herd. Not because they were really guiding but they were quite good at making you feel that you were dumb and stupid. They’d just hold up a passport and say “this is a passport” and wait for a while and “now we turn the page. Slowly, turn the page. That’s it”.  Sometimes I believe they might…

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