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We define withered days as those of gray skies, dogs do not bark, the beauty of withered days seems to be just waiting for a fully blue sunny day. When I went to live in Germany, we arrived in Germany on a wilted day, the lakes were frozen, the sun was white and the clouds without identity, but for myself the day looked like a work of art, the day was so beautiful that my eyes watered. The cold seems to enter the extremities, the fingers become stiff, and little by little they walk over the whole body, the nose and cheeks do not take long to rise boldly red. The cold did not bother me, the smoke coming out of my mouth when I spoke was as if it were magic, I was delighted by the experience the sweet snowflakes that melt on her tongue like honey or water. My family and I took a train to reach our new home, the trees passed, the houses passed, the dogs passed, people passed, the wires of the posts passed, the cats passed by suddenly, the posts passed, the snow accumulated on the ground it repeated, it was repeated, and it was repeated, but it didn’t pass, that moment didn’t pass, it is repeated every time I get on a train, and I remember when he arrived in Germany. The house in Germany was not a refrigerator like the outside, because of the heaters, I’ve never seen heaters other than campfires. The house was in front of the narrow river, this river does not flow directly into the sea, it discharges into another river. Along the valley of the narrow river, we can find cities visibly the same, both places have no tall buildings, nor houses with walls. On the banks of the narrow river, we can share a garden with ducks and benches, we can find the various shades of blue in the current that leads to the few boats that pass through the narrow river, and we can find the various shades of brown for the empty benches in the winter. The school in Germany was close to the new house, the first time I went to school, I went with my family, we walked a few blocks, and crossed the narrow river through the orange bridge, from the bridge we could already see the school as colorful as a circus. When I entered at the classroom for the first time, everyone was already seated. My new classroom had one wall covered with drawings, another with a white board, another with notices, and the other wall had a large window facing the schoolyard, during the class you could observe clouds and more clouds, and cats passing by the yard. On the first day of school, I can see my brothers and my parents walking away from the patio until they are out of sight. It was the first time I felt so lonely that I had the necessity to write my feelings.