The first real journey abroad
2014 - It was 7 a.m. on one of the last days of March. 23-year-old Leila was excited. She was about to get on the coach to Frankfurt Airport where she would take a plane to London Heathrow. She looked into her handbag every 10 minutes to see whether she still had her National ID card, her boarding pass, her coach ticket to Swansea, her hotel reservation for the first night and her internship material. She had a thousand of thoughts in her mind, yet she thought of nothing specific. When she arrived at the airport, she became a little anxious. After all, it was her first time flying. The only time she had flown before was when she was 5 and she visited her father's family in Pakistan. Gosh, was that exciting - nothing familiar seen for a while back then, Leila didn't even speak a word. All of a sudden, she shouted out of the taxi window "Mum, look, camels!" And her mother, the German tourist who has been a little fond of the hippie lifestyle, laughed heartily. It was a