Notes on a far land
From the sky, it was just clouds and nothing else. From inside, tiredness. And some bad accent, nothing like any RP. The forms they gave you in the plane terrify you, but when you turn them in to the officers, all your fear vanishes. I managed to look through the half-shut window how it looked like: a big desert surrounded by a big two-heart river, as Hemingway put it.
The streets are big, there is an overwhelming feeling of vastness and largeness in everything. I found some shabby pedestrians and they reminded me of some far, forgotten towns in Iran. Big signs are everywhere. The drivers are generally careful and respect you. The University is huge and the people seem to be helpful. The coffee tastes significantly awful even in Starbucks.
There is also a house-turned into mosque just opposite to the place where I am staying. To my surprise, I found many young people of various races hanging in its yard.