At first, I was really tired! I had just slept for like 3 or 4 hours on the way to the Airport. After the 3rd Coffee I was able to recognize my surroundings. We meet up at the check-in and set us free from our cases, we made our way to West Kirby. After much reading, sleeping and waiting at the pass control for without-visa-students and discussing about the twin-paradox, we reached a quite old Building, with a “1912” sign on it, conservative, which seems a little strict but still looked inviting. After I saw my host, Patrick and James we became good friends and I had the privilege to get a little view of the normal school day of a “West Kirby Grammar School” student. They show me their school, their canteen (where the food was very tasty!) and we played football. After the little French lessons I had for first time (back in Germany I chose Latin) I were able to say “Je ne comprends pas” which means I don’t understand anything in French (oh irony).
After school, the mother of my host brought us home and we got in our rooms. Tired of no sleep and all the things I saw and learn (I mean I can speak French now!) I went to bed.

Mahmoud Rafati.