My family of Berlin

When I was in Germany I stayed with a girl, Jolene. She was 15 years old, like me. She lived in the Turkish quarter, in the center of Berlin and the streets were full of graffiti, it was very cool. But Köppenick was far from there. We had to get up at 5’30 in the morning to go to school and had to catch a bus, train and tram.

His mother was very nice, Gaby. Their house was small and strange. I slept in a room separate of the house, across the hallway, was the Jolene’s room. I really liked live with them.