Adam Okrasinski Okrasinski itibaren 03040 Pantanelle-Renchiuse FR, İtalya
Bu hikayeyi SEVDİ. Şimdi Compass kardeşler dizisine bağlıyım. Kötü çocuk kovboylar WY ev ve aileleri için güçlü bir kravat ile. Fantezilerinizi yerine getirmenin yanı sıra kalbinize çeken hikayeler. Bir kız (veya erkek) daha ne isteyebilir?
Struggled some with this but liked it enough that I'll read another Nesbo sometime.
The first morning that I woke up in France, I felt like I’d been lobotomized. Lobotomized, and then shoved in a spaceship and abandoned on a distant planet where the only thing I had in common with the alien residents was that we were both bipedal. I had started off the day trying to speak with my host-mother, only to realize that I was mistakenly still talking in English, whereas she (surprise!) was fluent only in French, Spanish and German. The shower was on a timer of some sort that I couldn’t figure out – it ran for three minutes and then shut completely off, and nothing I did could get it to turn back on again – and I’d had to rinse my hair in a miniscule sink next to the washer and dryer in my bedroom. I didn’t know the word for “vegetarian,” nor the words for “Please god don’t feed me anything with eyes,” and as a result for breakfast had eaten slices of what I believe in retrospect was duck. The fact that I was devouring animal flesh for the first time in more than a decade helped distract me from the fact that my host family kept their milk in a cardboard box under the sink. Following the mimed instructions of my host-father, I spent the afternoon loading peach-tree wood into the back of a trailer, occasionally looking from side to side in the desperate hope that someone would see me and say, “Girl, clearly you are not supposed to be here! Let me take you away from all this, back to the US, where things make sense!” And as an added bonus, I was notified by my university that the school was temporarily closed because the French students were rioting in the streets. Nothing made sense, I was exhausted and confused all the time, I was going to be miserable forever, and then somehow, suddenly… it sort of was okay. I made friends. I learned how to eat things that did indeed still possess eyeballs. I participated in riots. I communicated with words, not just with gestures. I met the man I would later marry. Although my ancestors made lengthy voyages across oceans to come to my country, and my soon-to-be husband is planning his own migration as I type this review, I clearly have no real understanding of the immigrant journey. But The Arrival, flying mailboxes and mouse-dragon pets and all, struck very close to home for me. Highly recommend.