The bad refugee camp is that we hadn’t have right to go any where.
Some times I didn’t play around a lot because I was so sick and I wasn’t strong enough to play only running. The rude person was I’ve seeing was my cousin, he was one year older than me and strong like a wrestler. Most of my friend moved before I came in United States.
It was so boring because I had to play with my self.
All the walls in Tanzania were brown because we use dirt to build a house we lived on. They smelled like an apple and sometimes I used to not wear shirt because it were to hot and humid.
I had not to wear a shirt or T-shirt because I could have tire a lot.
I ran a lot but not have strength.