Today I was in another refugeehome some miles away from ours. I was with my 9 year old son and we just knocked on the first possible door. 4 beautiful kids opened, they were alone at home. We talked a little bit, they told me that their youngest brother died at the age of one and then they invited me to come in. (I told them that usually they shouldnt invite strangers ;) ) The oldest boy, 8 years old, called his father and I explained to him that I actually belong somewhere else and if its ok that Im in his flat. He was surprised but was totally ok with it. So the kids asked me if I want some tea and then they showed me how artistic they are. I promised them to come back with my daughters soon and that we will go on a playground together. On our way home my son said: That was amazing. Those kids were so gentle and polite...and they do exactly the same things we do at home. Climbing up doors and such stuff...it seems like all kids all over the world are the same
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 14:57:55 +0000
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