Sometimes, you end up losing yourself from all the shoving in Life. You hold up your hands and scream for everything to come to a halt, but who's listening? At this point, you're hollering till your lungs feel like they're about to cave in, till your throat burns and tightens, till your eyes bulge red but no one seems to notice.
This was not a migration, but studying in a whole new country 10, 000km away from home can have its problems. One of the best things that have helped overcome the feelings of being helplessly alone, was to bump into another fellow DF-er, proudly wearing his AFI shirt and consenting to taking a picture with me. Now and then, I look upon it and remember that I'm not all that alone. I just have to find it.