mówisz mi kim mam być w czym najlepiej mi jest do twarzy
Thursday, August 12th, 2010
a ja i tak na świat patrzę po swojemu.
"a ja żuję. żuję od rana do nocy Proszę Pana. cały dzień żuję. tylko koka koka koka"

a ja i tak na świat patrzę po swojemu.


[NCE-FRA, 31.05.2008]
Co było do wypowiedzenia zostało wypowiedziane. :-)
Długie przemyślenia, nieśmiałe i niepewne zamiary. Czekanie na dzień. A gdy ten nadszedł kilka pewnych cięć, kilka zdecydowanych zdań. I email do pracodawcy wysłany z Nicei.
Tydzień w Nicei był najgorszym ze wszystkich “zawodowych”. Ale to cena. Płacona po raz ostatni.
Emocje uderzają mnie w samolocie. Dopiero teraz dociera do mnie, że naprawdę zostawiam coś far behind. I że ostatnie dwa lata poświęciłem by móc zrobić to, co właśnie ma się zacząć. Ze łzami w oczach piję szampana gdzieś nad prześwitującymi przez białe chmury francuskimi Alpami. Nade mną błękitne niebo – nic już nie może pójść źle.
I jeszcze wizja happy endu – przede mną ostatni miesiąc w Brukseli. Historia zatacza koło. Bruksela – na dobry początek i na dobry koniec.
I jeszcze Mat, który przyleci mi nowy aparat i Ola, która przejmie stary.
I znowu wiara, że ścieżka, którą idę jest najlepszą z możliwych.

Mobile dump.





1 – Roskilde, DK
2 – Warsaw, PL
3 – Gdynia, PL
4 – Warsaw, PL (tonight)
5 – Warsaw, PL (tonight)
Chcę tylko wejść w sandałach do strumyka gdzieś w dalekim kraju i chodzić. Nie mieć problemów, myśleć, uśmiechać się. Mieć proste życie, tam gdzie życie jest proste. Być bliżej natury i codziennie się nią zachwycać. Moje będą palmy i zachody słońca. I nic nie będzie na opak.


update (English translation):
I just wanna walk into a stream wearing sandals in a country far, far away. Have no problems, think, smile. Have a simple life where life is simple. Be closer to nature and admire it every day. Palms will be mine and sunsets will be mine. And everything will be on its place.
Body contact every 0,2 seconds. Another level of “crowded”. Chicks with everything written down on their faces and in their moves. Not really sure what they want, but they pretending to know what they want. Best parties – Thursday night. Students only. If you are not a student you have to pay… 5 złotys… (1,2 euro)… Cool. This is the place where people don’t wear masks. Too young and too innocent to pretend. And the 2 old boys with nothing but good intentions. Koliba, baby. Have fun.
Really crazy road trip to the Belgian coast. Me and Ignacio. Evening. Can’t say anything more (in case my kids were reading). Living is bad for your health.
Photo with an Indian (Ignacio claims he was a sailor, but I am sure he was an Indian).
Some pics from Brussels:

Concert at the pub of 2 million beers.
My street in a morning.
My district. I like the contras – small narrow houses vs. big skyscrapers.
One of those weekends that make you a few months older.
Friday – going uninvited with Ignacio to a party of our neighbours. 3 girls+1 guy living in a fucking nice 2-storey apartment. Maaaaany people (students), Żubrówka with apple juice and beers. Somehow couldn’t find a common language with those.
Saturday – I cook my first ever tortilla! We were invited to some latino friends of Ignacio. They work here as corporate bitches in PWC, E&Y, etc. Having a good life here. Nice looking girls/wives, nice clothes and expensive watches. Good food and good drinks. And quite nice after all. And a funny Serbian guy – Slavic blood rules! And the quote of the evening ‘you don’t understand, cause you don’t have an MBA’. Bottle of Gold Wasser, wine, tequilas.
Sunday – having a walk (looking for a car which we left). Then driving to Antverpen. Seeing around (so crowded!), beer, red district, back to Brussels, Ixelles, falafel, beer.
Monday – corporate life – 9-20. Nothing works right, everything crashes, error messages all around. Fucking bad day except for the fact they I bought a ticket to Mexico. Princess, I am coming!… in may. And going with Ignacio to the Xmas fair – hot wine and beer at Monk.
I’ve spent here quite a while working my ass off here and partying… Warsaw – the capital of Poland. About 2 mln people. People love it or hate it. Busy living, busy dying. Fast life in the pure capitalistic frames. People wanting to have fun right now and right here and willing to pay for that. I am a part of this mechanism. Overworked and with some extra money to spend – deep in this shit. Warsaw baby… yeah, right?!?! hell yeah! ;-)

Went to a wedding during the weekend with my flatmate. Nice experience. Much food , much alcohol. :-)
I am a tram-traveler-junkie. Faces, billboards, cars outside and music in my head and me smiling. Fascinating.

Meet Mateo – half Mexican, half Venezuelan, living in Italy, met in Germany, held by a Polish guy. Crazy world he’s living in.

Another Friday jump Frankfurt-Warsaw. Next week in Warsaw. I am sick, wanna rest. Got project opportunity in Bruxelles. Half a year. Very good client. Really hope this will work out.

Warning on the main door of the building I work in (Walldorf, Germany).
On my way to the SAP “factory”. Walldorf – Germany. Everyday reality.