I came to Denmark in the beginning of 2016. I was just a 23-year old girl, and I had never been away from my family before. Now, I was going to live alone for the first time, and I didn’t even know for how long. I came from Iran, a sunny country with warm people, to Denmark, a country with busy people and cold weather. I felt so lonely and foreign, when I met Danes for the first time. They had blonde hair, blue eyes and a cold look on their faces. I was by myself in a country without sunshine surrounded by people, who spoke a language I did not understand. I thought Danish people looked at me like a person, who was trying to destroy their country or a terrorist with black hair. One time, I was walking and a man passed me by. He looked at me with an angry face and then he spit on the ground, and said something in Danish. It was so painful, and when I tell the story today my eyes are full of tears.
But it all changed when I met some Danish people and we became good friends.
I felt love and helpfulness for the first time. During my first year here, I found out that Danes are much warmer than the cold weather here. They are my friends now. Today, I can see a great future for myself in Denmark, and I am slowly learning to understand the language and culture. I can become a doctor, and it has been my dream since I was a child. I won’t lose hope!