Hello world, no this is not my first computer programe it is how I've decided to great my readers today.

I would have posted earlyer but when I was about to start writing this morning, on my phone while still in bed, a voice in my head told me that my girlfriend would kill me. That voice must be what they call guardian angels or smth cause it saved my life.

I don't want to make this intro too long or this might get boring and I actually have an interesting story to tell. So here it goes.

First chapter of *life*.
1
Once upon a time, there was a young man who moved around a lot because of his parents and they jobs, it is relevant to point out that the first time was when he was only 3 years old. He weant to a place with golden streets. That place was perfect for the parents but for him it could be one of two things, either heaven or hell. I personally think that you can not have one without the other so maybe he was in A mix of good and bad.

So to stay objective and impartial on this matter let's just say that he was on a journey to find out if that place would welcome him with open arms or if he would feel rejected because he was 3 years old and at this age most kids are able to speak and communicate with each other but he still needed to learn the language before it would become easy for him to communicate.

He had a lot of work in waiting for him.


So there he was, waking up on his first day, a cold winter day after a lonely flight and sleeping for the first night ever in his new bed with his new pluchy toys. He woke up (he was not used to waking up at around 5 am) so this day was particularly painful for him. After waking up he remembers waking with his mom to work, (she had to make breakfast for her boss) then she took him by the hand and weant up what seamed to be the longest road in the world, she kept telling him to wake up and love his ass cause she needed to take him to the nani's house and go back to work but all he could feel was his eyes closing and the cold wind hitting his face, he could feel his boots crushing the snow under his feet and the snow slowly melting.

So after what seemed like an endless walk he felt like he was getting somewhere, the road was not going up animore, it was just flat and he could smell cows and horses which usually is a synonim of fun for a kid. So he almost felt happy but then, him and his mom got into a building, up some stairs, rang some door bell and some old lady and her husband came to the door to welcome  them. They spoke together for a while and then he felt the worse feeling he had ever felt till then in his life. His mom left him there with his bagpack full with his snacks, he was sad as he watched her go out the door and then walk back on the same street which they came from through the window.

He was left, abandoned, in an unknown place with unknown people which whom he could not speak because he did not know theyr language.