The World Around Us

After reading this passage suddenly I remembered In 2004 I travelled to Haiti. After being absent for 15 years I thought it was time to take a trip to my native country. When I arrived at the airport after all these years it was just like I've never been there before because everything were different, the people were begging for money, and they tried to take the stuff that I was carried from me because most of them don't have any other way to get money or food. I felt like I was a foreigner in my own country because I never experience anything like that before due to the fact I left Haiti since I was a little girl and it was a terrible experience to see the country in such condition. To me I think sometimes it doesn't matter where one travel to, one can feel unwelcome no matter what; because sometimes it can be the differential of cultures or it can be just because these people wish they were you instead.