My Irony: Moving To The United States

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My life had been always full of interesting ironies. Before I became eight , I had prohibit the contact with trees, dust and bugs. Today I practice urban exploration as well as running and hiking as hobby. But the most relevant irony would come three years ago when I moved to the United States. I was an ESL (English as Second Language ) student and english kept me awake at night as a painful reminder that this was not my country neither my culture. I hated English with the heart since it symbolized my isolation and prompt my misery.
As a challenge I decided to defeat English. Not to take back my old life but to create myself a new one. I achieve conversational English in less than a year and joined my first English class with my peers in

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