My Life in Morocco

I came to Morocco about three years ago, because of my parent’s job. Although my parents have been dragging me around the world most of my life, I spent four years of my life in my homeland, Croatia. There, I was free, I could go anywhere alone in the city on foot, or with a tramway. I went to school alone, It was just a ten minute walk from my apartment. Here I can’t go anywhere on foot, I have to use a car for everything. And guess what, I can’t drive! In Croatia I could leave for a walk or go to the park whenever I wanted, here, in Morocco, Im behind this wall all the time in my house or at school. The only thing i come out for is school, which i go to in a car. It’s like prison.