Friday, February 20, 2009

Escape Guantanamo Bay Bottomless Party

Seen the cliffs of Dover for the very last time.

English stage behind me now. On Thursday, at 21.00 English time, my ferry sailed from the port of Dover. There was pressure to capture the moment, but as usually happens in such situations as a result of absent-mindedness, the camera stayed in the car. Over the past

The English one and a half years as a nation have earned the respect from me. I will not say that I loved them because they have drawbacks - the years after the fall of the Empire still seems to them that are the hub of the universe - but never, ever happened to me from them no harm. So I have no reason to leave England with a sense of resentment against its native inhabitants. Maybe I was lucky, after all, he heard about cases of grievances against the Poles, but oh well. Each case should be treated separately. Poles, which he'd dropped wpierdziel in England or not is missing. Anyway, leave it.

Bristol was my second, after my Polish little town, home, thus became the second most important place in my life. The city, which so far makes me ambivalent feelings, and which I can not deny the charm. When I left the job, boss asked me if I ever get back. I said yes, but as a tourist. I am sure that this happens and it's pretty fast. Unless the state through the crisis, but he just hangs up during this trip. Crises do not last because without end.

Yesterday, at 14 I visited, my snowy Glogau. But this time I am here only journey. Discovering a different part of the Polish, which is before me, may be just as exciting as discovering England. Enriched is in fact a factor which was missing on the island. But blogging is no longer matter.

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