Wednesday, 23 August 2006

Thinking

Today I talked to one other Pole working at the same factory as I did. He asked me an interesting question 'Do you feel safe living here?' I felt surprised and asked for some explanation behind this question. Thus he told me what's been happening in the neighbourhood he lives in. How his brother-in-law got his car smacked and everything taken out of it because he had Polish plates and how he once found a burning bed in front of his house while watching the TV. He said that this country is screwed and messed up. The only thing I could say was that it's not the fault of this country nor it's people, he just happened to live in a bad neighbourhood where people are lousy and the teenagers have nothing to do with their lives so they look for scapegoats... in this case us, Poles who came to this country to steal their money by working here.

That was said by me. A person who for nearly two months now was called dickface, Polish bastard, Pedro, gay (off the top of my head), who has been threatened with beating, pushed off the road while riding a bike, laughed at, pointed fingers at. Who works while others sit down and do nothing. Who comes to work and is greeted by the 'My name is Chris and I fucking stink' written where I work in the morning. Who everyone tells what he has to do when receiving a job that he, himself, doesn't want to do. This makes me wonder... should I throw away the English flag that I have in my room? But I still have too much faith in this country... I just pray it isn't a blind one...

Work isn't bad, I like it, although I despise the people I work with. Sadly, I'm used to it all. I remembered the words of my father today, I heard him saying them to me, although it was so long ago, I can never forget them, but I'll try to put a bit of a context behind them.

About 10 years ago, we moved from the city I was born in into another. I did not know the true reason behind this then, but my parents tried to change how I always came home crying... either bruised, my things stolen or spit at and laughed at... more in the neighbourhood I lived in than at school... I could run at school, but I had to come back home, and walk through the only door to the building no matter what route I took. And so we moved, it wasn't any better... my dad took me to the psychologist in order to help me fit in with the environment. I don't remember what we talked about, I only remember that when we walked out, and the door closed, my dad told me that wherever we go, it's always the same. He told me what he thought: 'It's not the environment's fault, there's something wrong with you.'

Now, looking back... at the schools I went to, and the workplace I am at currently... I guess he was more right than I might have suspected...

Wednesday, 9 August 2006

I shall stay

Unfortunately for all you English people... the Pole will stay in the UK for at least 3 years... yes, I got accepted into University.

Now the only problem is that I did not yet receive any letter confirming my place in the Halls of Residence...

Well, I've started reading Fireborn, quite nice, I hope I manage to get Vegael into playing it with me via email... but all the attempts at that end in tragedy

I also bought Promethean, can't wait for it to arrive.

What else?

Nothing...

Sunday, 6 August 2006

From the land of cold

It's been a long time since I last wrote an update... oh well...

As some of you may already know, I bought a laptop, broadband and a webcam. So I finally feel alive...
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Let's see... I work as a fish packer now, I don't mind the job but I do mind the people. It's been a month and I was laughed at, cursed at, pushed while riding my bike, hit with snowballs, called gay and they dirtied my arms with fish constantly... well, until I couldn't take it any longer and hit the guy in the face... they stopped since then... but now they keep calling me Pedro for no obvious reason, which I find rather frustrating.

In other news, I shall try and design a webpage, but first I need some content so it's writing time. As such I have to make a decision. I want to make the webpage about my gaming material but also about my stories and poems that I write from time to time. But I need to decide what language I should write the stories in. I know all the gaming material will be in English at first, and then maybe I'll translate it into Polish. But I have readers for my stories in English and Polish... it's true that I can do both, but not at the same time. Decisions, decisions, decisions...

I didn't update till now because I had some translation work. I was translating a document about actions taken in order to integrate the literary communities of Poland in Belarus in the border region, and I have just finished translating the changes that were sent over a while ago.

I'm glad that people did receive the poetry volume and that they liked it. Too bad my creations were no good... oh well...

Meh... I'm not sure what else to write so I leave it at that...