let me tell you a story...

once upon a time.. or to be more specific last december I took as usual a shower. With wet hair and conditioner in my eyes(which means that I was almost blind and extremely... angry) I tried to get out. To my big surprise doors of the shower were blocked. As a real polish fighter I used my fist persuasion to leave my unexpected preason. Shocked, I called the owner that those doors are actually really blocking and that it wasnt previous renter's stupid immagination.. He promised to step by and fix it. While waiting I had to manage to enter to my shower by squeezing my body between blocked door, wall and a sink.. Mind you, my bathroom is ALMOST 1m2... huh... it was december...
Since that day I had to call the owner at least 4times, only to remaind him that he promissed to do smth. Then I had to spend two days waiting for two different guys to watch them while they were watching my bathroom.. seriously, every visit lasted more or less 5min but everyone was late at least an hour..
One sunny day my phone rung:
- hi, im calling from Leroy Merlin i will be at your place in5min to leave those doors.
me: but sir... im at the university right now and noone is at home so how want you to leave that?anyway, weren't you supposed to call me in advance?
- well i am. i will be there in 5min...

As you can guess doors were not delivered. He promissed to call me later to reschedule the delivery. Silence.
I still dont have new doors and the owner is forcing me to:

1. go to Leroy Merlin to ask about my doors. I went and they told me that doors were too big for my bathroom and that the owner should have received a mail about refunding his money.
2. call Leroy Merlin to ask about my doors. Apparantely after his visit at Leroy Merlin those doors are not too big anymore...


Normally it should be a company that takes care of their clients.
Normally it is the owner that takes care of his apartment and damages made by his mistake.
Normally I should go home and lie in bed with Ayn Rand and tea, instead I will call again Leroy Merlin to ask nicely about a delivery day.
Its 30th of march.......

how can we live without stereotypes?

Being a foreigner in France can create sometimes situations.. specific ones:) The whole thing is about questions.. after all, there is no stupid questions, huh?sure.. there is not...

1. your parents, are they comunists?
2. Well... i know that you might dont like this name because you are polish.. but its really nice bar, you know? (we were heading to Politburo...:))
3. You aren't allowed to joke about Pope, are you?
4. You still think that Chopin was polish???
5. Listen, I wanted to apologize for II World War...I have found out yesterday what we have done to you...

But seriously, we are not any better. Honestely, how much do we know about other countries? We cry that French people are not interested in us.. we feel offended... but..

I remember when one day, in Krakow, students from Ukraine made a test to check how much an average polish student of journalism knows about his neighbour... More than 60% wasnt even able to name more than one city.. not mentioning information more detailed like religion or at least one writer..

We prefer to stay in a world made of stereotypes.. But when someone else does the same thing to us?
Well....

we can fight:) scream and feel shocked...

we can start to learn and discover other countries and their cultures..


we can also smile, light a cig and answer:

you know, war was over long time ago.. Anyway, dont feel sorry, we didnt take it personally...

oh yeah.. the world is made of absurd....

its so good to have people around you..

Recentely i realized that is sooo good to have people around you.. especially strong people.. I mean, seriously, its great! They are strong; so by definition they deal with their problems and also with other's problems. When you are depressed you can call such person and you know for sure that you will get help.. that someone will listen to you, will find an answer for most of your questions.. you need someone who can come when you are depressed and just show that someone cares?call for a strong person, after all, why not?We are weak so its normal that someone stronger than us will take a charge of our life.. or at least of those few moments when we dont feel like thinking, when we dont feel like dealing with life, when we actually want just to feel depressed and left cheering us up to someone else...


but what if you are known to be a strong person?

well you risk that one day you will find yourself sobbing in your bed and listening to depressive music...


........alone.....

about moving out...

It is normal that in a certain age people start to think of moving out from their parents. It is obvious and understandable. For me, the first time when i started my studies and i felt, oh God, so mature. My dad offered me a deal that i can pay him rent for my room instead. Of course i was shocked, destroyed, angry. I stayed.

Second time when the idea about moving out crossed my mind* was when i was finishing my studies and i was, oh God, more mature than most of my friends. I stayed again.

And then i moved out. Not only from my parents, not only from my home town. I moved out to another country, another culture, another reality. And, oh God, i so regret it....

Dont get me wrong, i dont intend to go back. At least not before i finish what i've started here. Its not even that i hate Paris or that i feel out of place. Not at all.. I feel great here(well, most of the time), i have friends here, i have my own life, i am with someone who loves me.. but its just a french version of my previous life.. Worse? different, thats for sure... and still i regret that i left Krakow... all those nights when i wont go out to the center... all those zapiekankas that i have to make on my own in a microwave... I regret that i thought that i was mature enough to live in France and when i did it, i realized that noone is never mature enough to change his life without regretting something...
the only thing i dont regret though, are those kilos that i've lost since i came here....



*actually it crossed more my exboyfriend's mind than mine, after all...

almost 6months..

huh.. ok, so here i am, during my private lecture about blogs- it was me who was giving it and i had only one student:)- by accident i have created this thing.. i need to admit that i was thinking of it but... from words to deeds is a long long way.. anyway, by creating this blog i really prooved that it takes more or less 5min.. so i have a new blog:)its a bit crazy to continue it when i dont have acces to the internet at home and i dont have english dictionnary neither.. i'll try, it might be funny:)
why this title and not some other stuff like, all about me or i love bita smietana?well when you come to France, first thing you notice, except that they barely speak english, is this sacred:

salut, comment ça va?

i'll tell you one thing: they dont really care:) but you always have to answer:
oui oui ça va... et toi?

well.. even if you dont care.. :)i live here almost 6months and my only reaction to that is another question, after 20min of small talk: hey, but are you really sure you are ok?

im older than all my friends from university and they still call me la petite poulette, more or less small hen, isnt it cute?
welcome to my life, we will see if it looks funny only to me:)