AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HOLIDAY

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       I could feel the warm blood trickling down the side of my face. I could almost taste the sour liquid trying to tackle my taste buds and trying to feed my body with fear. I could see all the other people gathering around me trying to see what was going on. Then I was out.

      I was looking forward to going just like the last eight times. I love going to Pakistan. Meeting my family and friends, enjoying the hot weather and going to the mountains. We went on British airways from Heathrow airport. It took 7 hours to get there, the seven longest hours of my life. I kept on counting how many hours were left, 4 hours to go, 3 hours, 2 hours, 1 hour. Slowly the time went by and then we landed. This is my favourite part of the journey. As soon as we got out of the aeroplane the heat was the first thing you noticed and the smell. Not that it was stinky, but it was different probably because of the heat. We went in to the bus, which took us in to the airport. That was lovely. Air conditioning with comfortable spacious seats. Much better than the economy class seats where we were all crammed like a sardine.

       Islamabad airport. A small, very cramped and busy airport. We went through all the usual hassle like passport control and worst of all, baggage collection! After that we went out to see my uncle and auntie who were collecting us. It was nice seeing them after 2 years. Me, my mum, sister and dad went in one car and my auntie and uncle in the other. Then we were off. Flies and mosquitoes chasing me. My sister crying because of the heat. I was looking outside the window looking at people sleeping on the streets, people begging and crying with no food to eat. That’s the only thing I hate about Pakistan. Whenever the beggars come up to the car to ask for money I always ignore them. I know it’s not the nicest thing to do but if I give one-person money then everyone else will come up. I cant give everyone money. I feel sorry for them and quite guilty. When I am eating something that other people have never tasted, sleeping on a comfortable bed whereas they are sleeping on cardboard boxes. I just wish that the government would stop being so corrupt and start thinking about others. They should make more homes, better schools, and better medical attention. By doing these things they can change the country around. However in reality I know that the government wont do this. They could save 100s of lives everyday if they tried. For example where did all the money go which was given for the recovery of the earthquake that hit on October 8 2005. a year on after the quake people are still dying, still living in tents and still starving. If only the government would stop thinking about themselves and start thinking of others. If only.

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              We arrived at our house. I remember it as if it were yesterday. The big iron gates looming over me like a cloud. The tall pillars on the outside and the massive roof. For some reason it reminds me of the white house. I’m not sure why but probably because when I was small it looked so big and special to me. Also the house is white. When I entered the through the gates I could hear the dog barking. Her name is sandy and is a white terrier. I went inside and ...

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