So tomorrow we are setting off. What an exciting day. As you see Ela was not so excited as I was (what you can't see on this photo). On my case you can see big reserves of pate. After that holiday I would be fed up to the back teeth with it.

Well, we arrived. First pates were eaten. Woo hoo! We start eating our healthy dietetic organic plastic food.

First days we were wandering about like gypsies.
And what happened? We ended up in gipsy's house. Isn't it ironic?

First complete meal in our new home. Michal was eating like he had been starving for ages.

After that meal I suffered indigestion.
And to be honest. I was looking for a job quite a long time and I was beginning to behave like a fool to keep the balance.

... And finally it began. This ridiculous and uncomfortable work suit was not a problem. What is more - I was proud of that in a way. This is my philosophy. Even if you are preparing for a good job for good money in good conditions, it's still good to try everything. If you know what it is to be refuse collector - to run like an idiot with stinky big black beans, because it is always not enough time - you know better what a pleasure it is to be a white collar worker. Or anyone else. You gain a feel of deference to refuse collectors. In fact they are very hard guys. I think that every boss should have been refuse collector - for few days at least. Corporation in companies would be much better.

No one said it would be easy.

But it was even a time for pleasure. Here we are going to the town centre to visit sth.

Firstly I had a room for my own. And what was inside?

Later I was shearing one room with Ela.
So I was shearing one table with her.
She was always complying that it is full of my things.
Well. I did a photo to defense myself.

After withdrawal of the first salary I went to the music shop and realized the thing I was dreaming for whole my life. I went to the HMV and bought few brand new CDs.
I still recollect it with a big pleasure. It is good to have your own money. It is really good to make your dreams come true.

Don't cry for me Argentina!

Finally I became a gardener. But gardener is exaggeration. Gardener does a lot of things and I was just a simple grass mover operator. Who is on a photo? From left:

Rick. Guy from somewhere from Essex. He's in my age, nice guy.
Raoul. Man of every nation. It was very very nice to work and to have endless discussions with him. Not only he visited all the world. He also worked all over the world. His history was for me like a bestseller book. I liked to read it many times.
Me. No need to comment.
Robert. Very hard working guy from Hungary. Also man of many professions - chef, economist, editor. Now trying to start a business in London. I wish him well. Not on photo: Mick and Jim - guys from Essex about 40 years old - basically we cooperated very efficiently.

Mowers in grass. The most horrible were rainy days. We were all soaked, mowers couldn't stand wet grass and blocked every 30 seconds. In moments like that I was wearing plastic coat (sth. like rain coat). Guys were laughing, that I was like a big walking condom.

This was an amazing painting from the house of Paul.
After 14 hours of working and commuting, I could seat in front of it and star like an idiot for hours. I don't know exactly why. Because of it's charm or because I was so fed up, I couldn't do anything else. The fact is that it is very interesting picture.