Thursday, February 08, 2007

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.

1 Comments:

At 9:20 PM, Blogger Adri said...

Barcelona it´s my new passion from now on!
But why the hell do they speak spanish here????????

 

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