Christmas is coming. You can feel it every where. Flashing lights, Santa Clauses, red hats, music, live music, smiling faces. Weather is fantastic. It is sunny most of the days. It is the first time that I see Christmas in Europe. In England. I like it so much. London is such a live city. I like Londoners. I like the multicultural atmosphere of London. The second floor of double deckers is possibly the most multicultural place in the world! Most tourists go upstairs to see the city better. Most blacks also go up, you can see lots of them up there. Young blacks laughing, playing their MP3 players loud, and some smoking joint.
I feel like a loser after over 28 years of living in Iran. I feel like a blind given sight suddenly. But there are things here that I don't like. People can be more friendly. I mean English. They can and they should be more friendly. I visited Covent Garden today. There was live music there. You pay nothing to be entertained in this place. I was mean enough not to pay at least 50 pence to a singer! When I find a job, I promise to get back and pay him a pound.

One of the must visit places in London is probably the "Imperial War Museum". The building itself, with a helmet shaped top, reminds you of English soldiers. You are impressed by the beautiful view of old airplanes from first and second world wars in the main hall. But, I think the most moving and heart breaking part of the museum is the "holocaust exhibition". This section has a very accurate and step by step design, starting with the rise of Hitler and Nazism and takes you little by little to the tragic massacre of Jews. Everything seems to be based on history and you are presented with real documents of those times. However, I did not encounter any mention of Mr Schindler the heroic German savior of a large number of Jews at those times. I witnessed a woman, one of visitors, weeping looking at some documentary films and photographs displayed in the exhibition. I have no idea how a human being comes to the decision that a race or particular group should be killed, and in such brutal ways. The sad truth is, there are still people who are killed basically because of their belief and their race.

Once I read somewhere that it is our choices which make us different, rather than our struggles. And I had a choice to stay and specialize in my own country or head into West, to an unprompted future. It was always on my mind to leave my homeland. What a heroic act, I thought. Looking down at all your past in East as a great loss, and then save the rest of it in West. Flying away, mixing in a new culture and making a new you. Escaping from a country which hinders your progress, I thought. Stepping into a new world and flourishing as fast as possible, I thought. But, I was wrong. Or at least, I missed something.