Safi's diary March 17th It's been exactly one year since I first started writing in my diary. So many things have changed. I'm living in London now and I hate it. It's dark, gray, and ugly. Everyone's in such a hurry that they never have time to stop and smile. They certainly do not have time to notice a little girl like me. The interpreter at the airport said we were lucky to be here The British government has decided to allow us to stay here a while until things get better in our own country. She said this would be our home for a while Home? How can I feel at home here? Where's my forest? where's the river? Where are my mountains? There are no pretty birds singing happily in the trees, just dirty old pigeons sitting on tall buildings and looking bored. I did not want to come here. I wanted to go home. I dreamed