THE FIRST MEMOIR OF A YOUNG GIRL FROM WESTBURY ON HER FIRST TRIP TO EUROPE: STORYTELLING

THE ORDER OF THE STORIES THAT I HAVE COLLECTED WILL LOOK LIKE THIS:

NAME

AGE

PROFESSION

COUNTRY OF ORIGIN

CHILDHOOD STORY AS THEY REMEMBER IT

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS, BYE FOR NOW.

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THE FIRST MEMOIR OF A YOUNG GIRL FROM WESTBURY ON HER FIRST TRIP TO EUROPE

I JUST GOT TO FRANKFURT AND I AM SEATED AT A BUS STATION FACING THE MAIN ROAD, WITH TRAFFIC ON THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. EVERY NOW AND THEN A PLANE PASSES BY WITH YOUNG AND OLD GAZING AT IT AS IF THEY’VE SEEN A SHOOTING STAR. MY EYES NOW FALL ON A YOUNG, MARRIED COUPLE. THEY ARE WEARING WEDDING BENDS. AT FACE VALUE I WOULD PLACE THEM BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18-21. THEY DON’T SEEM VERY PLEASED AT THE FACT THAT I DECIDED TO DROP MYSELF OFF RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. THE GUY IMMEDIATELY TOOK HIS STUFF AND MADE A GAP BETWEEN US AS IF TO NOTIFY ME THAT I CANNOT MOVE BEYOND THE BAGGAGE LINES. WHY DOES THE COLOR OF OUR SKIN SEPARATE US?