London:



Friends/ Teachers:
Starring: Yumina, Kristen, John, Laura, Marta, Urska, Soon Jae



Video tour at aunt's house:

8 day, Piccadilly Circus (Why he took such a weird picture?)
9 day, tube station10 day, dictionary (no point)12 day, Greenwich13 day, Blur
14 day, Banksy? 18 day, spooky Matt
rainy, rainy day19 day, my school20 day, breakfast at the airport, my auntmy favourite oneclouds - I love them

I knew the last day in UK will be like this. I knew I have someone to rely on. Matt wrote nice, but from my underestimating point of view, not so true comment on my certificate, which I afterwards almost lost. But skip it to the late afternoon, skip it to the part, when I met Soon Jae in Piccadilly Circus and he did the same nudge to my back as I usually did to him. He took me to tuck shop and why I ate chocolate icecream - I don't know.
-"Why are we in a gallery? D'you like art?" -"No, I just thought you would like it." he replied. We sat on the fountain's sill and guessed what country people around us may be from, we sat on a pavement on Trafalgar Square, we sat in the second floor of the bus, we sat in a train and asked each other about boy/girlfriends and planned our next session. Well, it was more than fabulous. I should wash my jeans, but I won't, I don't want to wash away the icecream stain, which leaked on it - I don't want to forget.
It was too late when I got home, about ten o'clock, I think. I quickly packed my suitcase and went to the opposite side of London, to my aunt. She said "I'm worried how to get you on the airport and the only thing you think of is if there's Starbucks near departure hall!" and maybe she was right and maybe I was just too overwhelmed by everthing when sitting in underground I took in to clutching the seat so tight I thought I was insane. I just didn't want to go.
In the night I ate another spoonfuls of icecream and slept for three hours.
A morning so early I couldn't believe there was loads of people, a morning so early the sun was starting to rise, a morning so early I loved, loved, loved the moment when I was eating my breakfast and thought Fuck, if this is not England, what is it?
Thereafter I was asked "What happened, what happened with you?" and "Do you have something in your belly?", which was so awkwardly funny. And yeah, then I wave goodbye from the airplane window and London started to retreat, retreat, meantime it was little tiny blur.

Wednesdays' afternoon class changed into history lesson again, but this time I was only student in the class, so it was much harder to avoid the topic. Then I just gave up and read newspaper, he brought me. In the vening I was on Peter Pan show - it was so incredibly remarkable I couldn't believe it. You know how I love theatre and you know how I love flying guys with unbuttoned shirt and blowzy hair. The little kid, who was touching me slightly, was maybe not so worried as I was. And when I think more about morning, I remember how my face dropped, when Matt started to speak in polish and since this -I won't wonder anymore...

On thursday I gave presents to John and Matt, they were pretty surprised, especially John. Then I experienced the most wonderful side hug (oh, for how long I haven't felt someone's warm hand; oh, for how long I haven't felt my hands warm) and he shoke our hands twice and made me sure he would write an email and looked like he was really glad.

Then I bounced out with amazed face to my class with Kristen, where we spent some time watching South Park - the epizode about financial crisis with my favourite part - Your money's gone, step aside please. Then a muggy morning turned through unfair bitchiness of my classmates to rainy evening with wet, liquid splendidness. I basically had to hold newspaper over my head, but I was all wet anyway when I ran from the underground to hide in Starbucks. After a hopeless struggle of drying my socks and shoes, I ate cupcake (never, I mean, NEVER eat strawberry cupcakes!) and when I went outside again, I seriously tried not to jump into puddle, but you know these days when I'm clumpsy more than you could expect.

And well, this is all for this time: I remember England, I remember London, I remember you.

There is so many students in my class I really don't enjoy lessons so much as I did before. Soon Jae and I draw rainbows and planned his trip across Europe instead of learning and I feel confused about asking him out. Our new morning teacher comes from New Zealand and is very close to my imagination of being enthusiastic. I can't say the same about new afternoon teacher who is slightly connected with theatrical acting and talked at least two hours about history, which I enjoyed, but was not impressed at all. On monday I bought Crash by JG Ballard, just because someone wrote on a recommendation card it was better than Palahniuk's books. I finally bought some of the presents and spent quite a long time in music shop. On tuesday I went to Harrods and only thing I could afford was fruit candy, but I laughed hilariously. Evenings usually annoy me, but hopefully I will stay late tomorrow and take a night walk in London centre.