Now it's been twenty-four hours since I came to London, Wimbledon, since I started to build my future three weeks from bricks, from little tiny bricks, one after one. This is a good basis I started to build on; in the morning I came to school an hour earlier, so I took a bus and got to the city, heading immediately to Starbucks and then in school had a lesson with an awesome guy called Matt. His glasses, accent, everything right up my street. Matt. After short tour through Wimbledon, we decided to go to the London centre by underground and stayed a couple of hours in Oxford street. I can clearly imagine the last time I was there, as I ran through the street and was afraid of missing the bus. And then we got to Notting Hill by tube, then took district line back to Wimbledon, then bus, and then by tram to home. I learned how it works in one day, that easy it is. Another brick. Everything's made of bricks. Everything is like a little brick piece, which loads of things depend on. A bit heavy piece, hard to absorb, but easy not to forget. Like puzzles which stick together. Like bricks. Well I think, this is England.