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War was preceded in Sudan for many years and it had returned lots of people to become a refugee. Those refugees had only one way to survive from this catastrophic fighting, running away. The story of Lost Boys had gave lots of people the real perspective on Sudan people who suffered from losing their culture and had putted in a situation where they forced to migrate. Peter and Sanito were the people who migrated to U.S and had very difficult period of time showing what exact people will suffer from cultural perception.

Being to live in the city of Texas in U.S was surely a big change from living in small town in refugee camp in Kenya. These Dinka boys had faced lots of challenges through their living as the culture and expectations in U.S was much higher than they expected to be. Education was available, jobs were needed, incomes to be care and surrounding changes to suffer them. As in previous place they lived on, there wasn’t any expectation of learning and studying as people there and surroundings were very poor to do them. But in America, as we all know, education was available highly and widely. Those Dinka people were expected to learn things there but new cultural view. Teachers were expecting better background than they have. Teachers were asking silly questions which couldn’t be answered by them. Job places were all just new to them, machineries and workers were all U.S based as Dinks people did not knew what to do. The house usage also had no mercy on them. Every equipments and life basis were just a single miracle to them.

In order to overcome those challenges that they faced, they had to throw some original cultural aspects from their motherland, Africa. They just have be like Americans, such as wearing clothes like them eat like them, speak like them and just live like them. Peter started to join the basketball crew. he also wears and talks like people in the crew and just followed them. in here several stereotype prejudice occurs as they thought of all black people are rude and guilty as peter faced only one black American who was being rude to him during the match. what they had to do was just get on to it and adapt all the aspects they needed from this country. even though they had the difficulties trough this tough adventure to other country, they gained opportunity and solution to fixed up through this obstacles.

The station number 13th

Living in the ordinary days may not hurt you but the ordinary life that we are living in may impact you anyway. When I was in Korea, the words ‘Summer Vacation’ were just a fancy cover for ‘Studying Period’. Many Korean parents try to get huge investment in education during their children’s resting time, such as ‘vacation’. This so called ‘tradition’ had never let me be free to enjoy the sweet seduction of resting. My mom was planning a ‘glorious’ schedule just for her own son as usual. Unfortunately, it was just a beginning of catastrophic maze of challenge. But who would know that glorious plan had invited me to unwanted experience that presents me a gift of extraordinariness.

It was the first day of the summer vacation, and no one was expected to wake up early but except me. I received a piece of paper which would judge my daily life. I wondered about this adorable piece of paper, covered with my mom’s splendid plans in her harmonious writing, that would soon take my freedom away. I walked out from the house quietly as everyone was sleeping. I was almost ‘broke’ situation where I had to plan for some walking. I technically calculated the ‘financial status’ and checked how far could I have to run after the bus ride and the result was walking about two hours. ‘Wait a minute…… Walking for 2hours?’ That was insane in this rough weather. I was depressed and I gasped in as deeply as I could as I knew that there won’t be any running away from this situation. As I stood at the bus station, I’d realized that I was’t the only one who could n’t get rescued from education. Many people at the bus station were about my age. Even more surprisingly, I found out that they were all heading to the same place. I was excited as if I found some droplets of water in the dry desert. I was not alone after all! Soon, I was riding on bus number 199.

As I was not fully prepared ‘financially’, I had to leave the bus after 7 station as others could stay in the bus for 11stations until the destination. The route will take approximately 10 minutes as what the driver had told me. But even in this short period of time was giving me enough time to rest. Soon I fell asleep; a deep sleep that seems like will never get up again. ‘Ring~ Ring!’ All of sudden, I heard the alarm that was warning me to leave the bus. I quickly grabbed all my stuff and left the bus in a flick of an eye. After a while, at the bus station alone, I began wondering…… “Where am I?” My heart started to beat violently and my eyes went wide as I saw in front of me was a sign bar with ‘Station 5’ on it. The sudden depression I got was likely to gain weight on me. I looked at the sigh board numbly a few seconds as I had no idea where I was standing. Suddenly, some voice inside me told me, ‘Just go ahead, walk dude’. Instantly, I was walking soon. It was the first day of my dreadful vacation, and it had started with a bad feeling. This is going to be bad, more than bad, and maybe hell-like. I kept cursing myself while I was walking, “I hate myself, why did I sleep on the bus? Why did not I check the station before leaving? I will make sure myself to complain this to my mom.” As I was walking by a group of children, my next piece of bad luck came nearer.

There were several small kids age about 7, playing around the sand dune, I was just walking pass by the group of innocent looking children, one of the boys mentioned the name of my destination. all of sudden, I received curiosity and hope that those kids may know the place where I was going. I was only 12 years-old and ‘desperate’ to go to my place to ‘study’. I ask one of the kids whether they know any short-cuts to my place. Luckily, one of the boys had proudly shouted at me putting up his hand, ‘I know, I know!’ I instinctually picked him to guide me the way. The boy was hoping in front of me and saying ‘this is short-cut!’ Over and over again. I was like ‘Where the heck is that short-cut?’ What I could see was several sand dunes and grass field and this weird looking guy happily introducing me the short-cut. I asked him once again in gentler way. ‘hello there, where is the short-cut may I know?’ And the boy quickly splinted through the dunes and disappeared. When I harshly got to the boy, he was just standing by the river in impropriate place. That was totally stunning, wrong station, group of children and now what, river in the city? But the view that had shot into my eyes was fabulous. River flowing along the street road, tropical like trees growing along the river bank, sound of bird chirping from far away. This won’t be bad any way. I gracefully sent the boy back to his place and started to walk through this unknown place.

This place was full of amazements, everything there looks just naive towards me and environment there seems untouched by human. Air was fresh enough to refresh my jumble up mind. If there is a heaven this is just right place to be called as heaven. After few minutes, I instantly lie down on the leaf-filled ground looking up at the sky, watching the sun-falls.the breeze softly touching my face made me felt listless. My eyes closed slowly and I felt asleep again from this disastrous day. ‘hey, Paul! Where have you been?’ my mom was yelling ‘Where have you been son?’ My dad was yelling too. There was my teacher with my all low-graded school work on her hand. My tutor shouting at me asks me for late works. Everything starts to swirl, in clockwise direction slowly demanding me to escape. My hand was sweating, when I got up. It was a dream and it was night. For a moment of time I did not realized that I was absent for first day of my class and I realized that this was a great deal to get punished from my mom. But the most urgent things was, how am I supposed to get to home? I had no money and I did not know where I slept. I just constantly walked in a phase until I saw a bright light. When I reached to the light it was the street where the kids were playing at noon. Quite few cars were there on the road but no taxis or buses. I started get nervous, as in my house everyone will be desperate to find me. But still there was a hope to get home which was hitchhiking. I constantly stopped every car and asked them where they were going. For 30 minutes of this shameful plan, I get a car which was heading to my home place.

On the way to my house, I started to think how I am going to ask for forgiveness from my parents. Should I just kneel down in front of them and ask for it or just kept silent until they know it? With my desperate expression, our car was headed to apartment gate. I thankfully bow to the driver for free-riding. My each foot step was heavy. I went in front of the elevator press the button hoping the time will stop. As I was standing right in front of the house gate, I counted myself of 5. 5,4,3,2... and I opened the door. I passed by my mom in the kitchen and quickly entered my room. A few minutes late, my mom came in with happy smile on her face. At that moments I thought my mom get outraged of fear, but she asked me ‘where have you been?’As kindly as possible. ‘I...... went out early to go to class?’ And the response to this was horrific. ‘class? There was no class today, the program starts from next week.’ Oh…… Gosh. No class this week? That couple of words had pulled me down to the ground. After my mom left my room, I started to laugh as the day was incredibly organized to fool me at last. A week later from that, my vacation flowed as common as possible not to outbound. But the memory that I had of as 12 year-old kids, it was just a fabulous dream-like film.