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.

When someone tells you to go straight the road and you'll see sign Nursery School and you go straight and end up somewhere in the middle of nowhere, then you have reason to be upset. When your aunt tells it was your fault, then you have reason to be upset. And then, when you finally find it, children look at your face like you were something fabulous and you eat chocolate and drink still water from pink cup.

Sitting in the garden, breathing the smoke from Viki's cigarette, you realise the only outlet is to go for coffee and talk, talk, talk and maybe it's not just about talking, because when you listen to Vishaka, you start to think that maybe not all of the people are bitches. Maybe nobody is a bitch and it's just me. And I spoke about teasing and ignorant people and do you now how we got here? Of course, we discussed men firstly.

When you decide on going to trip and your friend cancell it and when they do it fourth time, then you are upset. So I changed my plans for weekend into bouncing in the rain with iced latte and filling up postcards with special picture add - oh how I love myself when doing this.

On sunday I woke up early and spent quite a long time searching for Banksy's drawings and I found something, which probably could be Bansky's picture, but I'm not sure. One nation under CCTV would be a great poster anyways.

It took me a while to get used to that feeling when your mouth is faster than your brain and then you think just "Oh, did I really say it?", which happens to me all the time here in London.

After midday I met auntie and Viki again in Camden town. Although I didn't like the "Your struggle even hasn't started already", which I disagreed with, I liked that part "Stop pulling me". Mutual poking, international farewell and listening to Killers.

Being stuck in the biggest european five-floored library in Piccadilly circus takes more than one hour and being amazed by Richard Brautigan and youth pair clamping themselves and reading from books and overhear the talk of two girls about view-changing story, it didn't make any difference.

I'm addicted to watching BBC and when going to school, GoodMorningLondon sounds in my ears. The guy in Subway sold me cheaper sandwich than it was supposed to be, because I didn't have enough money and I'd do it again just for that feeling I felt when he asked me what was my name and he thought I was Italian. After this was hiss in my left earphone and untied shoe only a little blur on my widescreen.

I spent 20 pounds on postcards and filling it in I will postpone to undergrounds' drive home and Samuels' mail I will just let sink into dust, deeper in my inbox and write back when I won't be so enthusiastic. And have I mentioned that Matt's originally from Poland?

Today I was in Notting Hill - well, everybody said there was nothing, but I wanted to check it and well, yes, there is nothing. But the scottish-looking guy who I asked, where was Subway, was kind - these days I do lot of things without thinking.

Palahniuk helps me connect with other people quite a lot - Matt read Snuff and I love him. This is my personal summer.

In Top Shop they played La Roux and believe it or not, I bought pink tights. Can you see what I'm doing?

Two times I stayed in the train when it was in the station where I was supposed to get out, you know, just because for the thrill of being lost and - Mind the gap, Mind the gap, please!