11 days in Poland ... vacation? I would not say ... It was not me in Poland one year, exactly 25 October was passing year and spedzialm it with friends:) How was? What can I say, ended up on the boat and Lublinek struck me Stansted comparison to that 'something' what they call an airport in Poland. I felt lost even on the plane as the ceiling lowered the window and saw a box of blocks in the boat. Gray, dark and sad. View was overwhelming, and the worst that already did not feel the same person who I was once, was no longer of this world and immediately I had to find a home in August, which no longer call home. My dear Piotrus arrived to collect me ... my best friend:) how was leaving both of them cried, now ... I enjoyed the now is, and I felt like I was not a few days rather than years. Pabianice nothing has changed, but the boat masakrycznie dug, I drove some detours that do not I knew where I was until I began to be exported brechtac with me to the forest in order wykozystac me somewhere in the bushes hehe maybe came across the way would come in some mushroom? : P: P: P we had a evening, because it was Friday and finally ended up in a house where mom was waiting for me to pomidorowka:) My room, my four walls, crying my wall with photos of friends and family, my computer, my bed , tower i. ..? and I, I felt that I came back to the point of exit. Ehhhh best as I opened the cabinet in order to prepare the memory of some of my favorite books to take. What I found there? hehe books from the library, opening date could be seen in the middle of '17 in November 2007 ', well, beautiful ...
What has changed in Pabianice? not much, but what I am blown This is my most traveling by bus. She pulled the first evening as a wallet, a ticket in order to stretch before I came out I got all the cards oysterka, kredytowka, ID card and it's still under the bus .... and knelt on her knees I was trying to reach for, the people see, the steering wheel in August with me brechcze. I thought you're just ... just olka zajebista, came to the metropolis in order to cause the colostrum in your own town, try shining example of normal. Lord have mercy driver in August and drove off a piece of me I could pick up all my valuables, and I'm so happy it's just I emptied his wallet in the spectacular way because if so I tipped the bag I would have already collapsed. Then I deleted as exemplary citizen ticket and went to thank him, lugs sit smug with did a good deed:) no to some people evidently did not much need to be happy, as I envy them ....!
The second time I got to some of the new coach who obviously we got in some fit of a good heart ... and there I get warynki London, besides the additional pieterka course, and I felt milutko ... I look at the bus stop wyswiatlacz indicative and there is the inscription 'wagen halt' hehe no, and I started to laugh like debil to itself. And so I thought about the president of our city ... my former Director of the medium: P These buses are needed to be his idea, the German bus ... ehhh
Evening successful ... everybody was gathered and was zajebiscie, generally the whole stay a little heavy, already began to lose the odd thought about alcoholism. Everyday I had to visit three osooby, to share among friends and family ... a week later I was already so tired, of the massacre. Now is the next weekend and I went to a lot of daddy, drove the whole family in August and it was super. God went on a mushroom and I could not get enough litter underfoot, the smell of the forest, overlooking the autumn yellowing of leaves and singing birds. View zapieral my breath like I've never in my life was not watching the forest. And here came my sister's daughter and cousin's daughter, of course, the girls go with me to pick mushrooms. Only climb with me to the forest and ventured Martynka muse with the phone, and after half an hour of walking behind me have determined that they're bored and want to go back. God what is happening to us, it was some normally a nightmare, I suppose if they ran out of television, computers with internet people are slaughtered by their own shadows, not knowing what to do. What shallow life ... and I had it with the fireplace Radocha napalilam .... and so on malenkosci, you could always find something nice to do. We are terribly aspoleczni August, closed in homes and separates from the people. I remember an event as I was a little, neighbors were coming down in August without announcement because they want, and everyone brought a balanga something when bielych jerozach, gold wedding rings and rowan. Now, you should call and warn about the visit, which in essence will be reminded of the first degree short meeting with some aliens. Children are the same, rather than go somewhere with my friends will sit at home and talk gg you either to play the Sims. No longer people are not happy in any way do not see the joy is so sad. People zaskorupiaja in love and loneliness as if it was a little ehhh in my life.
Mama disarmed me incredibly hehe. I ate a late breakfast one day and go out of the kitchen ... and she's looking in the mirror August sztafiruje, changes every moment because I still cos its not a game, I asked at the end of August where he chooses, and in response I heard - on the market. O people.
myself I went to the cemetery still confuse pray for the graves of her grandparents, and regretted that there will be sacred to me at all, maybe a little abstract but on Nov. 1 for me is the most beautiful day of the year. Always we have convened a team and kursowalismy. The atmosphere of holiness, beating heat around the entire field and poblyskujacych plomyczkow, for me it's probably the most romantic place I've seen.
Well urlopik has passed .... at the airport saying goodbye to the sister, I started crying like a baby, she looked into my eyes and told me to not to travel, with no work for me, a secretary in a company in which you now doing the work right away ... as I have zapierdzielac it can just as well in Poland where I have friends and family rather than in London where I am alone. I love her but it's no longer my world, not my reality. Do you want to live in London permanently? NO of course decisively, perhaps two years and coming back ... This place depresses me, but independence keeps me here, nothing else. Some friends have let me down, others completely surprise. Piotrus fucking till the very end, I know I can count on him, is and will be for me ... because he loves me as I do his. I'm glad I went, I know what I stand and I understand more ... but the last day already sat on tenterhooks just to get back to my sun and my, nor, to my room and life which in spite of everything I liked, here I have a lot more opportunities to show off and it made me filming. At Stansted welcomed me a bunch of my wspoldomownikow including those dearest to Romek, the CTE of flowers in hand, headed:)
