In the beginning I was lying on a bed in a room the size of a wardrobe with little space to move. Shy and scared, nervously trying to memorize the sentence:
" One ticket, zone 1-4 , starts today, and please (yes always please at the end!).
" So much excuse me and sorry in this country", i thought. Sometimes I honestly had the feeling they don't really mean it, I could read it from their eyes and body language. I hardly understood what they were saying... smiles was my saviour!
I wasn't sure if packing 20 years of my life into one suitcase was a good idea, but, well, two weeks before, my godfather got drunk and rang my grandfather saying :
-if she does not pass her exams, she can come to visit me in London.
Travelling through London was a terrifying experience,
I got paranoid on the busses full of people, eternal sound mosaics with no meaning- just faces, smiles, laughs and screaming. Everything was overwhelming. but ! I wanted to learn english so bad! And my intuition told me that one day I would be happy.
When i entered a public toilet i couldn't find a light switch,
- What the hell? In England they use cords attached to the ceilling to switch the light also they have two separate taps in the sink with horrendously hot water... just the ideal recipe to burn yourself . I had flashing images of people screaming and pulling the whole ceilling on to the floor...