"I am sitting on a short brick wall on Capesthorne Road, just a stone’s
throw away from where I now live. The rain is beating down, yet I feel nothing,
except the warmth of my tears flowing down my face. I live in England , the northwest to be exact. I am not
happy. I am in this situation because of myself and now I cannot figure a way
out of this doom life I now live. I read the paper and listen to the news,
“Thousands of Polish immigrate into England ”
I have to ask myself “Why in the heck would anyone want to come to England except for a vacation?” In the pit of my stomach I feel an urge to just
cry out loud, to scream, to beat my very person for not one soul can imagine
the anguish I feel. The day I landed in this country I felt as if I were to
begin a new chapter in my life of adventure, and not so much upset. I cannot remember a day in which I did not
feel sad or just plain suicidal. This place they call England is such a for lack of a better word
“tease”. Yes, Merry Old’ England
teases a person with the prospect of little crime, racial understanding, and
possible decent job opportunities. Just not the case, I know of many people who
travel and make a living in other parts of the world because life is way too
short to just sit around and wish and dream, but for us average people who
would like to try something different it’s a totally different ball game."
I have so much more to write on this one, I guess i should just write and worry about the corrections later. Most likely that is what I will do. This is a very short blog for today, sorry about that , but I have many projects in the making, and trying to juggle between them has me busy. I do enjoy being busy. Have a great day.
Smile :)
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