On thursday didn't anything happen, except for the guy in the shop I was buying animal shaped digestive biscuits at, who asked me how I was and I said Yeah, pretty good and except for the flashing glimpse of the girl waving goodbye in a elevator, which made my day. In the evening I met my uncle and took a walk across Kensington Gardens and the edge of Hyde Park, with icy chocolate smoothie, my teeth shaking. Family sessions continued on friday, when my aunt waited for me in the very end of London, Edgware. A suburb, from my point of view. We cooked a dinner, laughed out loud with her friends, who asked me if I have slept with a boy already and for whatever reason, Matt came to my mind. When they stopped with their cubbish babbling, we decided to watch a creepy movie. I can't remember when I last time watched horror film. And I can't remember when I last time slept till lunch time. Auntie (oh how she hates when I call her like that), Viki and I took the tube to London centre in saturday afternoon. After short boat trip and after having stupid notices about guys walking through streets while eating at KFC, we went from Trafalgar Square to James' Park and Hyde Park again, which was impossible to find with Viki's guiding, but we spent nice time in the expensive street near the park, where we admired shops like Tiffany and others for spoiled people and I laughed at Jimmy Choo high heels. And then at park we fed fluffytails and man with dog started with us a conversation about his problems, he had hardly understandable accent, but still. We got home and on TV was Sex and the City, one of those very old epizodes, oh how I loved this season when I was a kid. I tell you about cold evenings in here. About baggy sweaters and stolen sweethearts.

Tell me about the weather. Tell me about everything that can change your plans. Your mind. Tell me how did you exactly feel when we were eating cookies and slurping iced fruit juice. I was quite familiar with it. Tell me what did you do when I was sitting in afternoon class and watching boring movie. Everything that can change your plans.

Ophelia, the another girl and I chose Kingston for our shopping aims. But after our dinner, when everyone could realize I'm a pig when eating, every shop was closed, so I just bought purple shirt in the very last shop, which was still open. We ended up with milkshakes in hands stepping pavement on the way home. Change your mind. And reflections in tram window and slight dancing when listening 80's was actually not so bad.

Matt was really kind to me today. Oh wait, everyone is in here. But Matt laughs in a way nobody else does. In afternoon I had my first conversation lesson, I met Kevin - our teacher and except for playing games we were talking about our favourite books, but mainly about favourite songs. I believe the guy sitting next to me was cheating for sure - he wrote down on the bottom of his sheet No Distance Left to Run and in the bracket he put "for bad times". I watched him in surprise, he gazed at my paper with favourite songs and then all I said was just stupid "It's... really a good song". Just Damn, yeah, that's the word. Everything got better when I got to know two girls from Taiwan and made with them plan for tomorrow. Everything got even better in the evening when I took a little walk in streets, noticed my face looks like I was constantly in awe and my iPod played Blur and Arctic Monkeys, which pretty fits to all this around me. In the end of the day I just got to shop to buy cookies and read NME article about Coxon and watched the world spinning gently out of time.

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.