Programme Erasmus + Europe on the move : Migration Biographies
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still do so , two classes and a teacher made us all the lessons . Despite this we were all convinced that in that year we would be back in Italy and so it was useless to buy the books , In fact I did not take them except some that I tell them the school , Here I made a huge mistake because for everything I had to go to a company class including the best of the class because since kindergarten we were in good relations but that my mother did not want because then the others said that she goes to the houses of the others .
After a year everything was fine except for the fact that we returned to Italy again in Rutigliano but no longer in the same school where I already had friends but in another that was closer to home I remember that the first day I went to I started to cry , I went with my mother at school but my mother did not know . Even today she can speak in Italian and then to enter and go in my class I had to talk but the doorman did not calculate me until a teacher took me and I bring in class but despite that I do not I remembered more to write and to read only and to speak it I had to start everything from scratch and in fact I did not feel well in school or with classmates . That year like all the others , the beautiful thing was that we were convinced that we had to go back to Albania . I sincerely hoped because at least I had some friends ... but it was not like that we were still in Italy indeed from what year we did not go to live in Albania except for summer holidays , In fact from the fourth elementary I always went to Albania the first day that school ended , so I helped my aunt in Albania and so it was up in the media must .
While when in the fifth grade I was starting to make friends you had to change school , there were two schools ( central - branch ) all the girls went to the central I always begged my mother to let me go to that school but obviously did not let me go , I register in the other . in that class I did not know anyone and the girls were so different from me . I sometimes tried to talk but I could not , I was ashamed to open my mouth still I said things that did not interest him but the last months of the school I told myself " I have to take courage and speak as if I were at home as if I were talking to my sister , what to say my thought ." In fact he begins to speak , saying and close to them . Then in September we change house , we took a bigger one that was next to the other school and as I changed house I also changed school , I remember that I went even without saying goodbye because I told myself that nobody would have noticed maybe I hurt but it went like that . in the new class I already knew a bit ‘ of people for my previous class , say that now I had put in my head that I had to make friends and still welcomed me well and I ’ m good in that class perhaps the only class in which I was fine I had a good relationship with everyone . and then come the superiors where the first week was difficult despite some I already knew them but then I get a girl , with her I had attended the second grade and the last years of middle school . And she gave me courage to make friends .
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