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I have arrived and yet want to leave – which does not surprise me because I realise that even in Britain you can feel lonely.
My flight had a delay of over an hour and, exhausted, I landed around eight pm instead of ten past six. I was picked up by my host father (out of respect I will not mention his name here, but he’s a nice fellow) and his friend who was adorable. We drove from Gatwick airport to his home in Surbiton, if you can call it a home. I must say I was quite shocked seeing his house from the inside. He neither has a flat nor a house but a Victorian – old – house with three flats which are splattered all over the place. My room is on the ground floor – thank God because when I saw the staircase leading up I decided to never use it. The paper on the walls peel off and although I arranged myself with my room (in the broad daylight it was actually really nice) and the living room, I had a very tough job getting arranged with the kitchen and bathroom (I haven’t really arranged myself with the bathroom up to this day). The kitchen is tiny, smells and is simply old. I really have to figure out how I can cook something there. Still, it might be better with a clean-up… For the bathroom, not even a clean-up will do. It’s ice-cold and has NO SHOWER????!!!!!! There is only a dirty, run-down bathtub which I will have to use in medieval ways, throwing a basket of water over my head to get my hair washed, it’s terrible. We’ll see. Host mentioned that somewhere close is a centre with a swimming pool and I thought I could plan a weekly swimming session (sports, you see) and get a decent shower there whilst the rest of the week I can return to the middle ages as soon as I want to be clean (now I understand why people in the middle ages and Victorian times didn’t get a wash more often, it’s disgusting). My window view is really nice and I am considering putting a desk into my room to write (this bit I am writing on the bed, if it is tiresome, not my fault). So, here I have arrived and I will keep you posted and now a good night! I will most certainly have because I am tired as hell and the bed is really, really comfortable. |
AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
December 2017
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