It's been some time since I arrived in London. I got to know some facts about the city. One sure thing is when you start talking to someone on the street, it's very probable he/she is not English and even if he/she is, he/she isn't a Londoner. A city of so many cultures mixed. It's quite interesting because where I lived before was also a city with mixed cultures, especially between two World Wars. But here it's like artificially made. People just come from all around the world to seek new perspective for their lives. In my home city in Poland various people lived there like for centuries, Poles, Ukrainians, Russians, Belarusians, Jews... All mixed up and thus there are still remnants of not only old Roman Catholic churches but also there are Greek Catholic ones and synagogues around the area.
I've also started feeling some kind of nostalgia recently. And I had never thought I would feel anything like that. But after some time you begin to miss. One good thing is Polish community is well established in London. 2 days ago I went into a bakery to apply for a job as I saw they needed staff. I started talking to one girl, she eventually asks me where I'm from... She was Polish too.
But damn, I was just passing by and I didn't have my CV with me and it was a down side of it. I left my name and my phone number but the guy fobbed me off, I guess. Too bad.
And shit, how lonely I feel here. The other day I took a train to Tottenham to buy some stronger weed, it seems you have to ask for skunk here to get anything similar in strength to what we've got in Poland. Regular weed is like some weak breed mixed with tea or something... (10 quids / 3g of "tea" thing vs. 30 quids / 1/8th of an ounce of something that blasts you after just one pipe). Oh, and I got to some nice hash from North Africa, it gets you stoned so gradually, really nice. But it's kind of sad to go every day for a few puffs to kill this London depression.
I gotta find some job shortly or I will have to fly back to Poland. And it seems to be getting worse and worse in my motherland.
I don't want to go back. On the other side seeing how London changes people is also sad.
I've also started feeling some kind of nostalgia recently. And I had never thought I would feel anything like that. But after some time you begin to miss. One good thing is Polish community is well established in London. 2 days ago I went into a bakery to apply for a job as I saw they needed staff. I started talking to one girl, she eventually asks me where I'm from... She was Polish too.
But damn, I was just passing by and I didn't have my CV with me and it was a down side of it. I left my name and my phone number but the guy fobbed me off, I guess. Too bad.And shit, how lonely I feel here. The other day I took a train to Tottenham to buy some stronger weed, it seems you have to ask for skunk here to get anything similar in strength to what we've got in Poland. Regular weed is like some weak breed mixed with tea or something... (10 quids / 3g of "tea" thing vs. 30 quids / 1/8th of an ounce of something that blasts you after just one pipe). Oh, and I got to some nice hash from North Africa, it gets you stoned so gradually, really nice. But it's kind of sad to go every day for a few puffs to kill this London depression.
I gotta find some job shortly or I will have to fly back to Poland. And it seems to be getting worse and worse in my motherland.
I don't want to go back. On the other side seeing how London changes people is also sad.