It was Diwali and I’d reached Milan from Albania. At the airport, the Albanians had created a mob and were rushing to get through immigration. In a room that could fit only a hundred people, there were at least three times the number. Two Turkish men in front of me had taken to talking to me. Initially they seemed like nice people, but when they started to express their very radical and extremist views, I begun to have second thoughts. Trying to ignore them, but hardly succeeding as they were talking in Urdu to me, I began to show disinterest and just agreed to whatever they were saying. Talking about how bombings were necessary among other things, I was pretty scared by then. Thankfully they let me pass through immigration first, and as soon as I was done, I caught a bus to go to Milan city.
Milan is located in the north of Italy, with the Alps as its background and design and fashion at its foreground. This makes Milan a very enjoyable city. I was to be there just for a few days and then fly out to Iceland. This gave me a limited time to see the city and I saw the most possible in that short time. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t the best and it was extremely foggy, giving the city an element of mystery.