Amina Kayumba

My first Impressions in Sweden

I was fourteen when my family and I landed at Malmö Airport, Sweden, but we didn’t stay in the city. After a long drive we reached the small village where we would live the kind of place where everyone knows everyone’s business. The streets were quiet, and sometimes the distant hum of a tractor would cut through the silence. Back home life was loud and messy here it felt almost unreal. Everything was unfamiliar the language, the people, the schools, the shops, even the buses.