My first time in Rome
When i was 11 y.o. my father sent me to my grandmother who lives in Rome. I was so exited, because i never saw my grandmother and of course it was my first time in Rome. When i finally arived, nobody met me, and i was on Rome alone without any information where i am. I almost started to panic but I remembered my father's words: "Never trust any of Rome people, i am also from Rome", and i finally realized: i haven't grandmother in Rome. When I came to my senses, i'm realized that i'm hungry, so i started to seeking some food to eat. After 5 hours i found whole burger in the trash can by the restaurant, i was scared but i ate it. It was very delicious. Then the chef saw me and called me to the restaurant to eat normal food, but i refused. Then i returned to airport and my grandmother found me in tears...
That is how was my first time in Rome
