In the middle school of 8th grade in the math class thinking and solving math problems,but in the other side thinking of losing those moments ,the year almost finished everything will be different we all give each other the memory book to write something , but that was the last memory in any book of my intime group.

Going to another continent was so different between what I thought , because I'm losing one person in my life (mom) going to the airport was hard to feel ,and it was like Spigot flowing water that was how we look like . After the farewell and crying we moved to the plane everyone was sit in his place ,but I was contemplating the clouds to the ground, compose a poem .After all We arrived safely to another world , because we do not know any of the habits or even speak the Passover as it should ,the school comes and we go to school to learn ,and Ingest the way Americans life so we can understanding each other . Language begin to Play an important role in my life and I make as a goal to walk away though the sadness my plane turn to be as I wanted, but I was Such as isolated ,because of the actions of others and lack of respect to who you are and not who provided What they say about me from the Unscrupulous till the point sitting with myself in the table without any person it just my self adding to the the bowling me ,because the want to let me less ,but all that was just trying to let "a rock boring without hammer " ,and from the other side jealous and trying to copy my work I realize that after it happened ,because different traditional means different people "friend" it's a very strong word ,but not everyone can know or even feel the really meaning of it . Making friends it's easy but if you try in the very nice and  logical way they will be against that idea .