Personal Narrative: My Trip To Denmark

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When I went to Denmark, it was a second war. Why do I say second war? When I got there, I had no background. I needed to learn everything because I had nothing. Even though I was a teacher, even if you were a doctor, even if you were a lawyer, you knew nothing. It’s a second war to learn from nothing and start a new life. My life after 35 years was over and I had to start again. I had to learn how to pay my bills. We never had to pay for water. We didn’t have electricity. We never even had a phone. The climate was also very different. We had to wear so many clothes at the same time because it was so cold. I went to Denmark in March, and it’s so cold in Denmark in March. We only had four months of summer in Denmark, but back in Congo we had …show more content…
You can imagine... I worked in the president’s cabinet, and then for my first job in Denmark I was supposed to be cleaning. Sometimes I couldn 't believe it was me. That was hard for me, but I just said I would forget, and I would do my job. I’d look to the future. I would just focus on how to clean. I learned how to clean the floors and the tables. I worked there one year and eight months, and then I changed jobs. Every day after work, even when I was cleaning, I went to the library. I wanted to read books and read about the news. I wanted to practice Danish. So there was a woman there I met a few times. When she came to talk to me, she saw I was reading the news from France. She saw that it was French and she asked me “Hey, where are you from?” in Danish. I said I was from Congo, and she asked me how long I had been there. I told her I had been in Denmark for five years. I told her my job started at 5:00 in the morning and went to 1:00 p.m., and after I would go to the library and read the news, and then I’d go home. Her name was Anna Fox, I can remember that. I won’t ever forget her name. The next day she was there and she told me she wanted to get me another job. She told me I could distribute newspapers, and I said, “Yes!” She asked if I could start Monday, and again I said “Yes!” So the next Monday I started in the car and I had to drive to different places, delivering the news. I did that for one year until one day, Anna came to me again and told me she had another job for me at FedEx. She worked with FedEx so she knew there was a job. They needed one person but there were nine candidates including me so they would test us on who could deliver letters the fastest. The morning of the test came and there were 11 letters to deliver and nine cars waiting for us. They told us to start and I looked at the addresses. I knew all of them. The first place was my pastor’s house, from my church. The second one was

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