My Dear Diary (3) Jan 7th, 2015 Dear Diary, I love my room! Just as mother promised it is similiar to my room in america; i think its even better. Its night now and since i changed the continent , night here in pherannia. Is morning in america.. Thats why i am wide awake. The day wasnt so bad actually, the city didnt seem too poor , there are people who you could see . they have hard times with #life, i really wish i could help them. Mother told me that she helps several family here, it was weird how does she help several family if we cant afford living in america ; but as always mama has an explination. An american dollor is 15 phers .. Thats their money, its called phers. The country doesnt have anything special , no special color or mosque like torque, or special clothes like india. They are just living like that. Its just dead.. But overall it was nice watching a new country. We now live in a compound called golf city. I like it very much. I wanna get to know to my neighbors, i heard there are some girls and boys my age . Everything i expected is gone ! I thought it could be alot worst than that i talked to some my friends , they are wondering how is it here. I hope to see more now