The Adventure of My Life

A long time ago in the winter morning I stood in front of the fire and placed my hand on the shining mountain of coal and found to hear the wind blowing from the wind outside the house. On the wall behind me you can see my tall black shadow trembling and warming up. That morning, Santa was waiting for biscuits and milk to be collected, but he did not show up. I felt a lot of tears near the window frame, I was disappointed; I still waited for him at my last hope, but he did not show up.

I remember the time I spent in Peru was the most adventurous in my life. I live alone abroad, every day talking to strangers, I take a bus and a taxi through Sacred Valley, I do not book a hotel, I will pick it up when I get there. Nonetheless, looking back on the past two years, I do not think it is Indiana Jones (after all, I brought a gorgeous train to Machu Picchu instead of a hike ...) in every situation that happens There is a meaning. It is a bad experience to force me to safety. In Cusco, in the first week I arrived in Peru, I paralyzed (it is not less than that by e - mail). In Paris two days after my stay, a terrorist attacked my apartment five miles. Two weeks later my apartment broke and my laptop was stolen.

A few days ago I came back from one of the biggest adventures in my life (I think my life is very dangerous). I decided to use Eid al-Fitr's holiday to go to northern Pakistan. I prepared packages and prepared for the journey: I know I spend a lot of time on the bus, but this can be painful but I can sleep anywhere I make things easier I also know. . I worked until 2 AM and 3 AM so I accumulated enough fatigue so as not to have much trouble when I was on the bus.