He had never been to a big city before. He had grown up in a small village, where everyone knew each other and everything was familiar. He liked his simple life, but he also wanted to see the world. So, when his cousin invited him to visit him in the capital, he agreed.

He was amazed by the city. The skyscrapers, the traffic, the noise, the crowds. He felt like a fish out of water. He missed the fresh air, the green fields, the friendly faces of his village. He felt lonely and lost.

But he also discovered something new. He realized that in the city, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He could talk to strangers on the metro and in cabs, and share his thoughts and feelings without the fear of judgments. He could enjoy a conversation knowing he never would see that person again. He could be himself, or someone else, or both.

He met a lot of interesting people. A taxi driver who told him stories about his travels. A waitress who sang him a song. A businessman who gave him advice. A student who asked him questions. A tourist who took his picture. A beggar who thanked him for his kindness.

He learned a lot from them. He learned about their lives, their dreams, their problems, their joys. He learned about the city, the country, the world. He learned about himself.

He realized that the city was not so bad after all. It was just different. He still loved his village, but he also appreciated the city. He decided to stay a little longer, and explore more. He decided to keep talking to strangers, and make new friends. He decided to find his place in the city, and in the world.