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When you hear the word travel most of the time you imagine something fun and entertaining forgetting about the people who travel for an emergency reasons like natural disaster, wars, migration and other chaos. After what I said you could see a little of what my story is going to be. Lets start on the place that get in your mind when we say travel, airport, waiting my family to finish the line to check our bags and tickets I was taking last selfies with my cousins and talking about what the first thing we should do in the new country where we go. I know it sounds easy but we were very sad ,it is the last time we gonna see this people and last moment in the city we have lived in since we born to go to unknown place that we know noting about it, I am not denied that we were excited to try travel to explore a new experiences and culture, we cried a lot actually every time I remember that day my tears going down().at the end—we arrived to Addis Ababa for people who lived in rich country we were shocked the airport looks like a small old shop and the people who waiting stayed outside like we are going out from the prison and there is a lot of homeless and poor people who asked for money, they asked us a lot but I didn't have birr currency I just had some riyals even after I told them that they still begging so my sister gave them what they want they act like you have to give them money and it is not your choice, thinking of that you may think that they want to steal you and you should be so careful and hold your things tight, we met our uncles and mom’s aunt and that was the first time we do. I took dozen of pictures the place was not that bad the color of the sky and the fresh air and there is a lot of green whit all kind of trees to people who like nature it is nice but as a city it was crowded and the streets dirty also not wide enough and there is that small car called bajaj, we usually saw cats in street but cows, horses, and sometimes camel that was very new for us, we struggled with the food the mike and even the water tastes bad until now I did not drink good tea otherwise the fruits and vegetables was organic and delicious, the people were nice and they like to talk a lot I heared so many stories about their live I had difficulty with the new language even when I stayed for eleven month I barely know the basic I looked up for a job needs Arabic language but I failed to find one, someday while I was getting back form my language school I saw an old man he talk to me I did not know what he was saying so I ignored him at first but I feel bad so I told him that I can’t understand Amhric and I can not help him but he started to speak English, he told me that he had a sister who had an agency and she look for an employees I answerd “but I can’t speak amharic” he said it is fine come with me the agency is near from us I felt bad and something gonna happened but I said to myself “he is an old man” then I follow him until we arrived, the building was a little creepy and I was trying to be brave he told me to wait him and he will go to called her I wait and then he steal my phone and go away I was shocked and I try to run after him but he suddenly disappear, and I can’t find him, it was really hard lesson to be more careful with stranger and I will not trust an old people they are not an angle they also can steal and run fast.