Bytom

I had some action last weekend. Finally!
I had written that nobody had contacted me, either Justy, Seweryn or Damien. I was pissed. Than on Wednesday Justyna called me saying that on Friday she would come to Krakow because it was her only day available during her trip to come to see me. Great! Then, to my surprise, on Thursday morning Seweryn sent me a message asking if I was ready to go to Warszawa. I replied saying that since he hadn't called me or written I had already made plans with Justyna. He never wrote back and I think he got pissed. I have to write him again.
Anyway, on Friday Justy came with her sister Karolina and her friend Dave. We went to Officyna to have lunch and I decided to write Damien (he had sent me this strange message on Wednesday). He replied saying that he had two weeks to his last exam and that he was going to see his parents. I told him to let me know when he would be in town.
We ate, drank some beer and took some pics in Rynek. It was fucking cold here, -5C!
She invited me to go to her town, Bytom, and see Grzegorz. I agreed. I packed my bag and off we went to a two-hour drive to Bytom.

I got to her house and nobody, absolutely NOBODY spoke English. They kept speaking Polish and looking at me and pointing at me and that made me feel really unconfortable, since Justyna didn't bother at all to translate what they were saying. They were obviously talking about me and all I could do was smile and try to be cool. People started to arrive to see me. Her neighbours, her friends. Her father kept smoking and offering me his cigarettes, Viceroy. If I declined he would keep on insisting so it was easier for me to just take them and smoke. We finally hit the road to the party. Justy called Grzegorz (because he lives near the club we were going to go) and even though he was sick and the temperature was by then -10C, he put some clothes on and met us there. I spoke to him for about five minutes because it was freaking cold outside and everybody was entering the place. We arranged to meet the next day.
The club was nice. I had my combo nbr 2 and started talking to Gosia, the only person there apart from Justyna who spoke English. She's really nice and funny and I invited her to come to Krakow anytime soon, I hope she does.
We drank and talked and drank and talked. One of her friends, Adam (cute!) sit next to us because he wanted to talk to us, but he didn't speak any English and Gosia had all the time to be the translator. Then Dave decided to join us and learn some Portuguese. He doesn't speak English either so Gosia had to tell me what he wanted to know. Of course he wanted to learn all swearing words in Portuguese and kept reapeating them and everybody laughed... It was funny, I must say. At this point Justy was sitting at another table with her sisters just trying to realax, because she had eaten so much that she wasn't feeling ok. But she could see I no longer had trouble having fun with them. And the combo nbr 2 played its role alright.
We danced for a while and took the bus home. We arrived at 5am and were ready to bed. I asked Justy's sister for a glass of water. She didn't understand. I asked for 'woda', 'woda niegazowana' (still water), but they only had sparkling one. I said 'I can have tap water, it's ok. You know? Tap water? Shhhhhhh... TAP WATER!' but she wasn't getting it, so I just looked at her and said 'gazowana it's ok...'

Next day we woke up and Justyna took forever to get ready to see Grzegorz. In the meantime, Adam arrived there just to see what was going on. I kept watching TV, trying to understand a movie. It was showing Robison Crusoe in French with Polish dubbing. After three hours we went downtown. We met him and his family on Bytom's Oxford Street. The picture was of the perferct family: he and his wife with their one-and-a-half-year-old daughter and the dog. After this I totally convienced myself that he is only a good, good friend of mine.
He took his family home and met us at this bar, we all drank coffee and tea and talked. I mean, him and me talked, Justyna just didn't say a word and kept smoking her cigarettes. I guess deep inside she knew that that was our moment...
We talked about everything. We laughed, had a great time. I don't know why but he makes me feel so comfortable, even if we're not speaking at all. He just kept smiling and when I asked why he was smiling, he would say that still didn't believe I was there. Then he said that it wouldn't be possible be sitting together without having a beer. Even though he was sick he asked for a beer (a 1% one) and we all had a pint, just like the old times back in London. I was enjoying so much that I didn't wanna leave, but it was time to go and before we left I took a picture of the three of us in my cell phone and set it as the wallpaper pic. We all look great.

Dave would give me a ride to Krakow, even though I could have taken the train back in the afternoon. He was supposed to work until 7pm but then he called saying that he would only be free at 9pm. I insisted to take the train but Justy said no. We then came back to her house.
Her mom offered me a beer and there was no way I could refuse it, I mean, I didn't wanna drink, but in that house you simply cannot say no. Her dad providing me with cigarettes and watching TV. At a certain time two friends of her parents' arrived and her dad took the bottle of vodca out. He offered me vodca but then I insisted I didn't want it. Everybody kept talking about me, loudly, everybody smoking and I was suffocating in there. The guy that had arrived kept talking to me in Polish and I could do nothing but to look and nod. Dave arrived and ate. And they all talked. And I wanted to get the hell out of there. At 11pm we finally hit the road. Her mom wanted me to stay but I declined. I thought about Dave having to drive at that time but I didn't care, I'd said I could've taken the train earlier.
I spoke to Patricia on the phone and desperatly needed to go to Kitsch.

We got to Krakow at 1:30am. They had some tea at my place and left. I spoke to Junior and Patricia on the phone, they were at Coccoon and already drunk. There was NO WAY I would go there. I ended up staying at home. The next day Patricia told me she wanted to go to Kitsch but Junior didn't tell her I would go.
On Sunday we met at night at Alchemia and had a few pints. I don't think there was anybody Polish in there, only tourists. I wanted to stay out because I hadn't been out the day before, but Junior had classes in the morning and Patricia... well, Patricia simply doesn't want to do anything so we went home and I did a bailinho until 5am.
I'm glad I didn't go to Warszawa.

(This post was originaly written on Feb 20, one week ago)

How easily do people forget?
Maybe I have a problem. Maybe I attach myself to people so deeply that when they're not around I suffer badly. Haven't heard from anybody. The city is starting to look like home, in a bad way, you know? People do work and do have to wake up early and do stay home occasionally. This is something all my life I've had trouble understanding. I don't like routine but I don't like when I don't have one, I was used to my routine back in London, even though it was tiring and sometimes boring. I think the problem was finding out good things too late, when everybody had made up their minds to leave town.
I left some CVs in some schools. I don't know if they're calling back or not, but again the feeling of trying to convince someone you're worth hiring. Bukowski knew it best. The last time I looked for work was before working at Silvios, which was a job that Ricardo and Claudinha had gotten me, so it wasn't actually that much an effort. Maybe the last time was September 2005, when I was working at Hobgoblin's and left CVs all over Oxford Street and went back home empty-handed. When I started at the hotel Caio arranged for me to work there and even at Hobgoblin's it didn't take a lot of effort because Ethan had spoken to Grant before I arrived in London. And walking these streets here is impossible for me, the unpronouncible names, the zillion consonants you have to read in a word. By the time you manage to find out in which street you are 15 minutes of your life are already gone, never to have back. I can't read maps. I had a Krakow map in my hands and when I was going to the third school I managed to go the opposite direction, and once I finally found the bloody street I was told the school didn't exist anymore (I researched a bunch of language schools online). On my way back to Rynek (downtown Krakow), I realized that I'd walked the longest possible distance to the unexisting school.
I don't know, maybe I've been having a bad week.
And the companionship is not helping either. Living with Patricia is exausting sometimes. She is nice, I know deep inside there's a lot of potential, but she manages to be more pessimistic than I am - I know, I thought that would be impossible. In a way this situation makes me feel more active, like 'I don't wanna end up like her' or something. But she's always tired and complaining about the arm that she injured a few weeks ago, and eating all the time. I'm not eating that much because I look at her and just can't eat. Sometimes she's great, we laugh and have a lot of fun, but sometimes it's unbearable. I guess that's what having a roomie is... While I'm writing this (I'm writing at home and then I transfer to the blog online the next day) she's sleeping in front of the TV. It's 8:40pm and she's fucking sleeping! Then within an hour she'll wake up, prepare this huge meal, complain that she ate a lot and go to sleep again. We could have gone to a different bar, meet people, walk along Rynek, listen to some music, I don't know! Do whatever other than staying at home! Go where tourists go! Go dancing! She's been here for three months now and doesn't know anybody (well, it happend to me in London as well because I didn't have anybody to go out with), but now that I'm here, I'm a girl, not a gay guy, we can go to places where the guys are! We end up going to gay places because it's the places Junior knows, which for me there's no problem at all because I'm used to it, but once she gets to those places she complains that there's a lot of gays and she wants to go home! Come fucking on! The birthday party on Saturday that Junior and I went at this cool place, full of good-looking guys, she didn't wanna go AT ALL. When we came back and told her about the place, she asked why we didn't call her! Double come fucking on!!!
Well, I feel better now, I just needed to say what was stuck in my throat.

One more spring... winter... whatever

Just turned 29 the day before yesterday. It felt strange because I don't feel 29 and I don't feel late 20s and I don't feel that next year will be good-bye 20s, hello 30s. I tried to have fun yesterday but couldn't, maybe because I'd had some fun the previous day. On Friday we decided to go to Kitsch, after drinking some booze in the house. It was fun. I saw a few people from last week and met new people. Music wasn't the best (it never is to be honest) but I managed to kiss in the mouth, a Tunisian guy who already lived in Italy. It was ok, the guy was good-looking but I did it at Kitsch, where the other guy knows everybody. We left late, the guy invited me over, I said no and went home. Never heard from Damien again. I told him we would go to Kitsch on Saturday, but he never showed up. We went to a birthday party Saturday early in the evening, I don't remember the name of the place but I'd never seen so many tall good-looking guys together here in Krakow. Music was great, all the London hits one after another, though the DJ looked so sad... Maybe he wanted to be doing something else at that time while everybody was having fun (or trying to).
Kitsch was different. I don't know, maybe because the guy wasn't there and I hadn't had any RedBulls. We talked to a few people at the beginning, one couple danced with us for some time along the night, she looked like a lesbian but she was interested in one guy on the dancefloor and the guy looked great but Junior thinks he wants to get out of the closet but doesn't know how. They seemed nice and we exchanged phones, maybe we'll meet again. Junior went to Coccoon and Patricia and I stayed. I got drunk and we started talking with a gay couple, one from Ireland, the other Polish. Then I started talking to the bartender, I dont know if he was gay or not, I just know he was interested in me, but not IN me, I mean, he wanted to know what I had to say or something, or speak English, go figure. The manager had to call him a couple of times to serve customers. We left shortly after and went home. I had a sandwich and started feeling melancholic.
I did nothing the next day, apart from going to the supermarket and buying some proper food. I finally ate chicken! I watched TV the whole day, even though the sun was shining and it wasn't that cold, about 3ºC. There's nothing else to watch apart from BBC World, Bloomberg and Deutsch Welle, and I can't watch the news anymore, it's making me crazy... I found a French Sci-Fi / Horror channel which sometimes shows American and British subtitled movies. It's awful but it's the only thing we have.
Still adapting, I guess. And the birthday didn't help much either. I spoke to Adri and Leti on the phone and I thought about so many things from London, you know?
I'm not texting this guy again, if he ever writes back. I think I'm going to Warszawa next weekend, just waiting to hear from Seweryn.

Stop the presses! I had a date on Valentine's Day

Still can't believe it... Well, It wasn't actually a date... Or was it? Maybe a date in the Polish way. It's sad to think about this but this is the first time I spend Valentine's Day, either in Brazil or abroad, with a guy that's NOT a friend of mine. Yeah, man, it's sad...
I was so pissed that the guy hadn't replied that I left the cybercafe and refused to pass even near Rynek (the main square). Patricia'd told me that there would be some kind of presentation or concert probably to celebrate Valentine's Day. I just wouldn't go there and made my way home through other streets. I went to the supermarket, bought some food and headed home. It was about 6:30pm.
I cooked, a veggie omelet and some rice. It wasn't the best meal ever but at least I was eating something other than sandwich or pasta. I ate the whole pot of rice and the omelet and needless to say it was pretty filling! At about 8pm I decided to check my cell phone, you know, just in case, and to my surprise he'd texted me! He said something about not being able to understand what he was studying and that he was thinking about cold beer... I must have thought about half hour of what I would reply, because here you can never say anything bluntly. So I replied: 'well, great thinking ;-)' and thought that it would take him two hours to respond. Man, two minutes later he said that he would be at Kitsch within an hour! But you see? He wasn't capable of saying 'LET'S MEET AT...', just a subtle 'I'll be at Kitsch... if you wanna go, go!'
I drank the last beer in the house and left later on. I think I left him waiting for almost an hour. I got there and he was sitting at the bar. I sat down and order a beer. We talked a lot about everything. The problem was that he's friends with everybody who works there and one of his friends, a girl, was feeling sick. She did look sick, a bad flu or something, and from time to time to he would speak with her and mentioned that if he could he would work there instead of her... I didn't like it at all, but kept my cool.
The music there was great. They played Madonna twice (Jump, Sorry) and some technos from London that I love and I was dying to dance. But of course he's not the dancing type.
We drank two beers and when he order the last one he said that it would be the last because he really needed to study for his exam on Friday. What could I say? I said that it was ok and order my last beer as well, even though I wanted to stay there all night long. He walked me home, even though he had to go the opposite direction. When in front of my building, I thought 'well, maybe a kiss or something?' but nope. Nothing. I don't know why they're like this. Fucking Valentine's Day and I got nothing! I mentioned that we would have a party next Saturday (but didn't say that it would be my birthday) and asked if he wanted to join us. First he said: '...but I don't know your friends and don't know where the party is gonna be'. Then I said that we would probably go to Kitsch and he said: 'well, so I guess I'll see you then'.
The only problem was the outfit. You have to understand that he's kurwa 20-years-old, likes trash metal and is studying Philosophy. He was wearing military pants, a jacket German-army-like and a Che Guevara hat. When I saw the clothes I thought he would get his AK-47 and start shooting everything around him! Because when I got to the place he was wearing a red Adidas-like jacket and it was kinda dark so I hadn't notice the army pants. Well, I guess nothing's perfect. And by the way, he's not THAT shorter than me...
I went home, talked with Patricia about the night, ate something and went to bed.
Oh! I found BBC World and Bloomberg on TV! Thank God!

What the hell is wrong with these people?

I know, I know... I know exactly what day today is... And, honestly, hoping to have a little fun tonight without a boyfriend is a little naive... almost stupid.
But, again, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE???
The guy, the young and short one, sent me a message this morning. The message read: 'witam ;) what zzup?' and it's kinda like: 'greetings, what's up?' Who sends a message like that on Valentine's Day and expects no answer??? First I thought about not writing anything at all, but then I thought what the hell, I'm doing it. My message read: 'Hey! U alright? Great day to have a beer! Czesz :-)' I sent the message four hours ago and what would a normal person do? Reply saying: hey, let's meet at Officyna, for example. Or : I'm with friends at wherever, do you want to join us?
But nope...
Here everything is complicated. Their 'seduction game' is to send dumb text messages for, I don't know, 12 years and eventually get married. What the fuck, man!!!! It's unbeliveable...
And actually I don't even know if I remember his face or not, because it's been a week and he's obviously interested, but people are so uptight here, so hidden and strange that I couldn't see him again.
We went to Kitsch last night. I was having a good time but Junior and Patricia were complaining all the time of being tired and that they needed to go home and shit. We'd drunk a few beers and had rice and black beans a fried egg for dinner (classy! but delicious...) and before leaving the house we had a shot of tequila. Well, I TRIED to have a shot, but let's say that it was a little unsettling, so I kinda puked and by the time I got to Kitsch I was completely sober again. I decided to have my famous vodca and Red Bull. Wise decision... It kept me going until the time we left the place, about 3am. I had a couple of beers in between. I went home and did a bailinho until 5am, I really needed to dance.
So this morning, after three days of giving me nothing, he texts me. I'm still waiting for a response, which I'm sure won't come before Saturday.
Adri asks what the fuck he is doing in Paris. And then I ask: What the fuck is wrong with him?

A night to remember - Vol. 2

Patricia and I went to Kitsch. Junior decided to stay at Coccoon. We went to the bar, she ordered Coke and I ordered a beer (by this time I was already feeling good. God bless those waters I'd had!)
She sat down and I danced. Shortly after I needed to go to the loo and she stayed there. To my surprise, when I was waiting for one of the stalls to be free - bathrooms aren't separated, men and women altogether -, who came and stood next to me??? THE GUY THAT WOULDN'T MOVE THE OTHER DAY! When I saw him I asked: 'hey! aren't you the guy that was here a couple of days ago and stood by the door all night long and didn't do anything??????' He was all: 'yes'. I was all: 'MAN! we were talking about you!!! why didn't you move the whole night???' He started smiling and one person left the stall. I said: 'hey! to be continued!'
I went back to the bar and he went to the bar as well to buy beer and then came towards us. I said: 'I thought you were gonna come back to your spot!' He laughed.
His name is Rafal (!), he's 27 and is finishing his Masters in Pharmacology. We started talking, with me in English and with Patricia in Polish. She'd met some people when I was in the loo and we all started talking. Those people are crazy. Every time I wasn't looking one of the the lesbian girls would say: 'Fernanda!!!' and waved at me. There was a bald guy with them and we danced all night. I was already talking to the bartender and there was a gay guy that every time he passed by he stopped to talk to me. I think everybody knew who I was that night. I was talking to everybody and danced and did everything that in one year and a half living in London I wouldn't do. It was great.
There's one little catch, though.
This Rafal guy, there's something going on. There's a problem which he told me but I don't remember for sure. If I'm not mistaken, he said the he got dumped by his girlfriend but there was a GUY in the middle of the story... So I don't know if he's bi or if wants to get out of the closet but is afraid of doing so or if it was an excuse not to stay with me... I don't know because I was hammered and Patricia came back from the loo and we stopped talking about this.
At 4am I saw that Damien had sent me a message. I wrote one hour later telling him to come to Kitsch. No response, of course. Then at 6am I wrote another message. Big mistake. Big, big mistake... Junior said we can never show we want them otherwise they won't want US! Now I have to wait if he's writing back or not.

Speaking of writing text messages... On Saturday I'd written to Justyna sending my Polish number and asking for Grzegorz's number. She wrote back with the number and as I was writing I got a phone call. It was Seweryn just checking out how I was. I don't remember what I talked to him, but I do remember that I mentioned Grzegorz's number and that I wanted to go to Warszawa the following weekend. He said he would try to arrange for me to stay at some place and that he would get back to me.
Back to Grzegorz's message. I wrote saying that I was in Krakow and that we should meet. Ten minutes later he calls from his wife's (arrgs) cell phone. I don't remember what we talked about either, I just remember saying: 'It's sooo good to hear your voice! I MISS YOU SOO MUCH!!!' and he would say: 'Miss you sooo much as well! Soo good to talk to you!!!' OH MY GOD... I just hope I didn't say anything more compromising than that... well, is it possible???
He said that when Justy comes on 19th they would come to Krakow to visit me. I can barely wait...

It's been fun so far. I just hope to have kept some reputation after Saturday...

A night to remember - Vol. 1

Well, you know those things that you want to tell so badly but you don't even know how to start? First things first might be a way...

Last Saturday was, how can I put it, intense.
The day started with me and Patricia going to the mall to buy some things for the house (she said the supermarket there would be cheaper, but the problem is that it's a little bit far away and coming home with 100 bags is not an option). We found a place to make copies of two keys that I needed but I spent kurwa 19 zl on this! Anyway, one thing that we saw there and I found so funny was the sign of Mel Gibson's movie 'Apocalypto'. In Polish they don't have a preposition or something to show possession, they change the end of the word with an 'a' so the sign was: 'APOCALYPTO MELA GIBSONA'!!!! HAHAHAHAHA Totally Mela Gibsona!
We went back to the house and I had one beer. We went to the market nearby to buy booze (as we couldn't carry everything form the other place) and cigarettes. Patricia went to a cybercafe downtown and I went back home and started a bailinho. It was 6pm and when Patricia came back half an hour later I'd already drunk two beers and started with the combo nbr 2. We listened to music and danced and Junior joined us at 9pm. We danced and drank and took pics and drank some more and danced. We left the house at 1am towards coccoon (a gay club) because some of Junior's friends would be there.
There was some kind of drag queen performances and we couldn't care less. And we couldn't drink more either! We started with water and Junior and I went to the bar to buy some. Junior can't still tell the differece between numbers here, so he understood that it was 28zl, not 18zl. I gave a 20zl bill and he gave a tenner. A guy that was standing next to us said: 'no, not 28 but 18!'. Junior thought the bartender was trying to steal his money and started screaming: 'give me my money back! I want my money back! He's trying to steal my money!' It was SOOO HILARIOUS! But thinking about this now I think the bartender thought he was giving him a tenner as tip. The guy got so pissed but eventually gave him the tenner back.
We moved dance floors and were completely crazy. Junior just kept jumping up and down for two hours wearing my ray-ban-like sunglasses and a black shirt showing his chest. Patricia and I kept dancing. By this time I was drinking water but all the Red Bull that I'd had back in the house still kept me going. For two hours. I didn't see anything, just kept on dancing those awful electro songs but I couldn't care less. I think people were laughing at us.
At 3am I decided to go to Kitsch (well, this is a WHOLE NEW STORY...)
On Thursday it was Martha's farewell party. She's an Australian girl who became friends with Junior when he was studying in the early days in Krakow. She is such a nice girl! Junior, Patricia and I went to Kolore before meeting her and her friends and when I was ordering the beer there was an American guy who Started speaking to me. He's name is Lee, his from Pensylvannia and he's a little older, maybe in his mid-forties or something. We talked, I invited him to joing us but he said he was leaving and that we would meet eventually because he was always there. I don't know if he's gay or not but it was a nice guy and it's always good to have contacts.
We went to meet Martha at this bar nearby and met a few friends. We drank and talked and drank and talked and laughed and shortly after we headed to Kitsch. Kitsch is a gay-friendly club near our house. Music is not that good but I kinda liked the place and now is my favorite, along with Officina downtown where you can sit and have a beer, read a book, have a meal...
Anyway, as we were dancing there was this guy standing at the door. He wasn't George Clooney but kinda good-looking, say cute. We danced for half hour non-stop and the guy was still there. I mention the guy to Junior and went to the bar. We like standing near the bar because there's stools and dahhh the bar is right there. We stayed there for at least an hour and when I was coming back from the bathroom the guy was still in the same position! Just smoking a cigarette. Needless to say I got intrigued, but left it as it was.
Around 3am Junior was already tired and sitting, we had no money for booze and I was still dancing. Then Junior says: 'hey! our Brazilian friend!' I went to speak with the guy in Portuguese: 'hey! you're from Brazil? Where from? What are you doing here in Poland?' I turned out that the guy was actually Polish, but he likes Sepultura and is always wearing something related to Brazil. His name is Damien and he's 20 and he's much shorter than me. He studies Philosophy and he had a test the very next day - maybe a few hours later. We started talking. We talked about everything and Junior left. I stayed. I thought 'score' but things aren't that easy in this land.
We sat dowm and thought: 'this is it! a little kiss in the mouth to go to sleep feeling well...' But nothing. I don't know what the problem is with these Polish boys...
We exchanged numbers.
He sent me a message, I sent another, he sent me another and...
BACK TO SATURDAY
to be continued.

It's not bad, it's different

Totally different...
It's so incredible the things you can encounter just flying a couple of hours from where you were. And you only realize that you are so small and a piece of shit in this world when you try to do the simplest things like going to the market or trying to find a book or something. You tend to take things for granted and you find yourself in desperation when you need to buy a simple SIM card.
The language is the biggest obstacle.
Nothing, I say, nothing is intelligible. I found myself staring at a jar of white sauce for ten minutes trying to figuree out if that was ACTUALLY white sauce or not. The color was white, but there was some things inside that could've been mushrooms or something. I dind't buy it. Yogurts are easier because they show the picture of the fruit in the label, as well as juices.
In a bar I can only ask for two pints of Zywiec, not one, not three or four. So if I want to go by myself I will have to buy two!
Television is the worst... Of course I can't understand what they say. But the funny thing is that commercial breaks only show medicine advertisements! Nine out of ten ads is related to something for nose, stomachache, headache, injuries, hair loss, sore throat and so on. The other ad is alcohol. And the American movies on TV is hilarious to watch. They keep the original sound of the movie very low - so you can still listen a little bit of the original dialogue and background sounds - and there is one guy that does ALL the dubbing! Doesn't matter if it's a child, woman, man, old man, old woman, boy, little girl... It's unbeliveable!!! So the guy simply reads the whole script without any emotion, even if the person is screaming, happy, crying...
The differences...

I finally got my Polish cell phone number. I really wanted to use my phone (the hand set) from London but there was no way I could do it unless I would have it unblocked. That's what I did. I entered one of this small shitty places where you can sell a stolen mobile and the guy was eating pizza at the counter. He couldn't speak English so he called one of his 'mates'. I thought I was in some kind of auto spares shop. He said he could do the job for 30 zl. I said yes on the spot and now I'm able to contact people. I sent a message to Seweryn and he called last night. We must have talked for almost half hour, but he was having a problem with his car and had to fix it with his brother in the middle of nowhere and had to hang up. We talked this afternoon again and I'm pretty sure I'm coming up there in Warsaw the weekend after next to see him.

Adri writes me everyday telling me about his trip. I started to wonder if we're spending too much time in front of the computer instead of going out there and try to have some fun and enjoy the trip (in his case).
I miss Internet at home so bad!!!
I'm waiting for Junior. We're trying to find books for the English progamme but seemingly the bookstores here don't have a language section. I would go for a beer afterwards. Maybe I will.

Cześć!

This is so surreal... Sometimes I still cannot believe I'm actually here. I woke up early yesterday to catch the flight at Gatwick and I was hopeful to see Adri before we both left the country. It turned out that Adri never arrived in time and I boarded at 9:30am. The flight was delayed more than an hour and in two hours I got here. Krakow.

The city is not big and downtown is pretty close where I live now: 20 Ulica (pronunciation: Ulitza - street) Sebastiana, apartament 5. We met Junior near the Hostel and we dropped off Paula and mom and went to the apartment. We hit the bar straight away (lots of Zywiec - pronunciation: givietz) and after went for a burger in this very cool place. We decided to go to club and danced until, I don't know, 4am - Junior, Pawel and myself (Paula was with us until a certain time).
The three of us came back to the apartment, woke Patricia up - unintentionally - and listen to some Scissor Sisters.

It's strange. It was the first day. I slept until noon and went to the supermarket - it was an interesting experience I must add. Me trying to read the names of the things, trying to figure out what flavors those were. McDonald's is expensive, just like Brazil. Some interesting Polish guys but the ones in London seem better-looking.
I miss the guys from the cafe. Boots. Staropramen. Travelcard. Pounds. Pounds. Pounds. Cell phone. INTERNET!!! Virgin Radio. TV in English. Bus 159. O'nneals.
It's not bad, it's different.