Apprehension

The air here is too humid, the sea is never warm, and those people ... I know nothing about them, they speak a language I don't understand, they have strange gestures, they smell strange, like milk, I think they don't like me that much. And also this monstrous architecture, these freaks that they build to live in them ... Damn, it seems to be raining soon. No, I can't stay here, I need to leave.