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When I came to Japan, around one year ago, I knew that one year wouldn't be long enough to realize that I'm actually here.

In matter of fact it still feels like I just arrived a few days ago.

Time is a -sorry can't use that word here- on one hand it feels like ages ago, when I thought: "Already half a year went by, (just) another six to go.", but on the other hand it feels like I just took a glimpse and now I'm here.

I left my dorm the other day and now I"m staying at my friends place, it's a kinda strange, I just can't put it in words.

17 days and my dream will be over and I'll will have as much to miss as to remember.

It is hard to understand that I have to go back, mainly because I do not going home, leaving some place but leaving a new home to get back to the home I came from.

As hard as it is, in the end I can say that I'm not Japanese or Polish nor even German, I am a "sekai-jin", a person of this earth, priviliged to say that there are many places I can call home!