My journey to the gates of Asia began on July 24th with my heart in my throat and with great expectations that during mystay have always remained so.
Seeing from above the country that would host me was the thought that kept me company throughout the long journey and when I began to fly over it I saw an expanse of many houses with brown roofs and I could not see the end of this great expanse. AsI looked at the city I began to realize that I was in another country far from home and with a different culture from mine so I was overwhelmed by a sense of inquietudine disappeared as soon as I met the family.
Arriving at Istanbul airport I was welcomed by my host-family, who hosted me in their house, an apartment located on the 11th floor of a building in the Ataşehir region of the Asian part of Istanbul.

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