She wakes up because of a little kid shouting behind her. She must have been sleeping in approximately two hours. Talk about tired. Her stomach streched itself and she felt ill at ease. Eventhough she did something she has always wanted to do for so long-flee Japan and live in USA- she still can't stop avoid herself to keep her tears inboard. While desprately chasing her handkerchief in her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko she catches a glimpse of a long female blond-haired flight personnel, walking with slowely steps and says some short words to the passengers now and then. The passenger's reactions turns out to point out that the airplane is about to land.
Some prolonged dakika later it's time to leave the airplane. Soon, she will take the subway to the bus station and from there, the bus to the hotel, where she's going to live in some few days untill she finds her home. She still doesn't know how her nyumbani look like, but one of the hotel personnels promised her to help her.

She almost falls asleep again when it's time to get off the subway.
She looks confused around herself. English-speaking people pass her all the time and disappear upstairs. That must be the exit.

While she follows after the people upstairs it hits her that she forgot her english dictionary at home, au zaidi correctly, her former what's called "home". Now, her new life has started and she has a lot to look mbele to.

With all the reliefe that she has been studing english during her whole life she still feels a bit uncertain where she's standing in the middle of the exit queue. How exactly does feel when wewe all of a sudden fetch up in another country with other rules and other experiences? Is she really going to feel at nyumbani here?

She gets a comfortable feeling that wispers to her that the bus over there will be the last vehicles she would go.

In thee bus she sits in the front and waits for the bus to get moving. It's crowded so far and who knows how many others will step into the bus later?
She rests her head to the window and looks at the way in front of her. When the bus finally starts to songesha mbele she sees a connection between the way and the time. It sounds weird, but it's not wrong. The place where the bus located a sekunde zamani is now far away from her, behind her, just like the time that once upon a time lasted indefinitely. with a reliefe she exhales. Soon she'll be studing here too. She will probably never meet with japanese at the gymnasium. It'll be a very different climate for her.

The bus is now some fivteen to twenty meters away from the hotel she'll enter. With a shivering because of the coll morning wind she gets of the bus and reads the big shining sign some meter from her. Hotel Los Angeles. She almost runs to the door.

When she walks to the personnel behind the dawati she manages to make up a weak but friendly "Hi".