Part of the billboards in the train are in English, but only the main idea. The details and whatever is the funny or exciting message is in this language that I cannot read. It's funny, you feel so bad for the people that can't read and then you discover that you can't read in most languages. But it's not so funny because you live here now.
The travel in the train is nice. The movement is nice and soft. I always look for the seat under the stairs that has only one seat and faces the back of the next seat. I travel hidden. I imagine most people find this seat uncomfortable, they like the windows, the sun, all the people doing their daily activities. I find comfort in the piece of metal next to me. I wish the ride was longer, but the stations go quickly and I get down. I hear two people from my country talking. I look away, afraid that they will recognise me. I walk faster, the dread of recognition overcoming the fear of braving the world.
I look at the map. My destination is not far.
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