Expatriate life.

Expatriate life is not just about being away from the country, but it is a kind of silent war and the morning starts with the heat of the sun and ends with a tired body and in the middle there are thousands of untold stories and a helmet and a safety vest on your head and you may look strong but inside you are filled with memories of family and the laughter of your child waiting for your mother's phone and in this life the days go by calculating your responsibilities and in the workplace there is discipline, time pressure and safety restrictions and everything has to be accepted and here there is less room for mistakes because mistakes mean risk and yet you have to control yourself every day and go to work because behind you is the dream of your family and every drop of sweat flows silently but is valuable like a remittance sent to the country.

And the hardest time in expatriation comes in the evening and after work, when the body doesn't want to move anymore and then the mind flies to the country and the sky of the village, the busyness of the city and the voices of loved ones are all remembered and smiles are seen on video calls but there is no touch and this distance is the heaviest yet expatriate life means not only suffering but here one can learn patience, responsibility and self-respect and different cultures, different people and while adapting to everything, a person gradually becomes mature and the determination to stand on his own feet comes, the courage to make decisions increases and in the midst of limitations, dreams are born. The dream of one day returning home and starting anew.

And the bright colors of work clothes catch the eye, but inside them lies the story of a sleepless night. And this clothing is not just a symbol of safety, it is a sign of sacrifice. And every day when I look at the sky at the end of work, I feel like this sky is part of the sky of my country. There is distance, but the relationship has not been broken. Expatriate life teaches us how to be strong and humane. Here, friendships are built like comrades-in-arms, with the same hardships and the same goals. No one understands the other's language completely, and yet everything is said in the language of the eyes. In the end, expatriate life means waiting and waiting for a day when I will return home and breathe deeply. Thinking about that day, the fatigue decreases a little because an expatriate knows that every day, every sweat, and everything is for making someone's future a little better.