Day 1

I arrived at the airport after an exhausting 11 hour flight yesterday night. Since I don’t like movies and my phone died, there was very little to do on board the aircraft. After the flight I had to rush to catch the train which brought me to my hometown.

So this morning I woke up at around six o’clock in the morning, and I made myself some breakfast. It consisted of some milk and cornflakes. I was still very tired, due to the flight and the time difference. I was so tired that I went back to bed. I made myself some lunch (three slices of bread with Nutella). I went out for a walk In the early afternoon. During that walk I learned that basically nothing has changed in my village during the past weeks.

Later that day I went to my grandparents. They were glad that I arrived home safely. On my way back I ate some French fries at a gasoline station.

I went to bed the minute I came back. This was around 10 pm.

I guess the first day wasn’t too hard, although I was kind of jealous of my brother who ate a hamburger.