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Upcomming week and Swiss bike-trip

October 22, 2009

Friday: 7.00 a.m. – 9.00 a.m. – go from Maastricht to Utrecht – 200 km by train

9.30 a.m. – 19.00 p.m. – work at AH, pick up OV-kaart

20.00 p.m. – 11.p.m. – Meet Csabi in Amsterdam – 70 km by train

12.00 p.m. – Sleep at Fanja’s place in Utrecht

Saturday: in Utrecht all day, not sure what to do yet

Sunday: 8.50 a.m. – 10.20 a.m. – Flight from Schiphol Amsterdam to Geneva Switzerland – approx. 1000 km by plane

- visit Geneva then catch a train to Lausanne and meet up with Javier. Rent the bike as well. Sleep at Javier’s place. – 40 km by train

Monday: Bike-trip begins;

-         Lausanne – Freibourg – 70 km by bike

-         Sleep at Denise’s place in Freibourg – Couchsurfing

Tuesday: – Freibourg – Bern – Interlaken – 95 km – by bike

-         not  sure yet where to sleep, probably couchsurfing or hostel

Wednesday – Interlaken – Lucerne – 75 km – by bike

-         Sleep at Marco’s place – Couchsurfing

Thursday – Lucerne – Zurich -65 km by bike

-         10.p.m. – catch last train from Zurich to Lausanne approx. 150 km by train

Friday morning – 05.21 a.m. catch first train from Lausanne to Geneva – 40 km by train

-         6.15. a.m. – 8.00 a.m. – flight from Geneva to Amsterdam – approx. 1000 km by plane

-         8.30 a.m. – 9.00 a.m. – catch train from Amsterdam to Utrecht – 35 km by train

-         9.30 a.m. – 19.00 p.m. – work at AH

-         20.00 p.m. – 22.00 p.m. – train from Utrecht to Maastricht – 200 km by train

In total: – 2000 km by plane

– 735 km by train

– 305 km by bike

NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL ONE HELL OF A WEEK!!!!! :D

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Fridays from now on…

September 18, 2009

6.00 a.m. – Get up ya lazy ass, time to go to work. Teeth brushing, shower, coffee, toilet, dressing up (I don’t mind the order right now).

6.40-6.55 a.m. – Hell of a cold bike ride to the train station. Next time get a pair of gloves! Lock the bike 200 m from the train-station in order not to be stolen.

6.58 a.m. – buy train ticket. Heart attack moment. Day-return 40 euros.

7.07 a.m. – Chuchu train departs….WUUUWUUUU!!

7.08 a.m. – 9.08. a.m. – sleeping, scratching, sleeping, waking up, ticket conductor, back to sleep, train station names: Sittard, Roermond, Eindhoven, ‘s Hertogenbosch…Utrecht!!!! Get up!! The train is going to Amsterdam, so better get off.

9.12 a.m. 9.25 a.m.– bus 11 from Utrecht Central to the theater… plus 7 min. walking.

9.30 a.m. – 12.30 p.m. – work begins, coffee before, annoying grandmas, a lot of new products, talking with Alex, cluster 3, 4, talking with Rob, school kids, pregnant women, Vasil is back from Bulgaria, once again annoying grandmas…

12.30 – 13.30 p.m. – Lunch break. Copying my new work permit, sending a bunch of documents to the IB Groep. Praying to get study financing. Stuffing my face with food. Et’smakelijk and all that. Talking about guy stuff at the table with Alex, while Rob is looking at us quite amazed, with the expression “Ahh, kids”.

13.30 p.m. – 20.00p.m. – You know. Same old. Work, work and work. 2 coffee breaks. Watching the new student chicks and any other cute girls that shop in the store. Some more work. Chatting around during the coffee break (and only during the coffee break ;)

20.05 p.m. – 21.33 p.m. Eat with Alex at the lil’Chinese guy’s place on the other side of the road. Go to a bar. My last time I’m gonna see the Australian Blondie. Son of a BIP. He’s going to London. Couple of beers, a nice smooth whisky and TAKE CARE YOU LIL’WAKKO BLONDIE AUZIE. Thanks for being there in the summer and I wish you a hell of a good experience in London!

21.34 p.m. – 21.56 p.m. Walking fast towards the train-station. Utrecht is once again full with students, once again charming as has always been. Saying bye to Alex, running to catch the last train to Maastricht.

22.05 p.m. – 00.15 a.m. Same order of train stations, but in the reverse order. Listening to music, deleting old messages, reading from my European Law course-book, laughing on a guy’s nose-blowing (everyone was laughing actually), more music, going to the toilet, ticket conductor.

00.20 a.m. – 00.35 a.m. Luckily my bike wasn’t stolen. Fast bike ride home and here I am.

Maastricht 19th Sept 2009

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A twist of luck

August 31, 2009

Now I sit in my new room, in a quiet neighborhood of Maastricht, a completely different situation that I was in two days ago. Maybe it is luck, the misterious ways of God, both or sheer coincidence. I was lucky enough to meet Marius, my German friend, at last week’s introduction day. I packed my bags in Utrecht and came in complete uncertainty once again. I knew I could spend a couple of nights at his place, but finding a room was nearly impossible… I got of in the train-station with my 50 kilos of luggage, set down for a minute, ate, drank and rested. I found which bus would take me to his place. Actually two buses…Waiting in one of the bus stops, in the middle of Sunday, I get a sudden message. I thought to myself that most probably Marius was trying to tell me the exact address. No…a message from Anna, my Polish friend. A message that changed it all. “Gashi, one of my friends urgently needs someone to rent a room in his apartment”. A twist of faith. I call the guy up. 275 euros per month, plus probably another 20 for this and that. Deal made…I spent Sunday night at Marius’s place, met her lovely girlfriend, Teodora and suddenly I found myself once again among people who know what it means to try to make an existence in a foreign country….So here I stand now. We already had two great meals today. I met my new housemates. I solved a lot of the university problems, bought my course materials. I still need to buy a bike, to find a second job as I will be working in Utrecht on Fridays, but only from the end of September. Yes I still have problems with my work permit, with my study financing but eventually things will have to get better. My confidence is rising. It is still a lot of stuff to do until life gets back on its normal track, but now the lights are positive…Thanks for all the people who supported me and offered me shelter, food and a good advice…

Maastricht, 1st of Sept

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The road to Maastricht…new beginning again

August 30, 2009

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I have to wake up in a couple of hours and catch the train to Maastricht… I’m not looking forward to the upcoming train ride as I will have to switch twice and I do have two big bags, a backpack, a laptop and sleeping bag…It is really hard for me to describe this summer, probably even harder to describe everything that happened from January onwards. It has been the most grueling 8 months of my life. Just a series of constant frustrating episodes, frustration caused by a series of denied scholarships, shitty paperwork, incapable-on-holiday office workers, an extremely complicated legal system, people unwilling to give me a room and the list could go on…My problems are far from solved and I never would’ve imagined that it will be this difficult to continue the next phase in my life…My energy, body and mind is just sacked and my self confidence level hit rock-bottom. Yes, this is the truth and I cannot keep it to my self. Too many factors in my life right now are in other people’s hands…Everything is hanging in the air at the present moment. I have absolutely no idea when I am going to find a room, if I will be allowed to work in the upcoming months, if I am going to get the tax refund etc… I didn’t leave anything to chance and tried doing everything in time, but sometimes things don’t work out the way you planned them… But amongst all this I found people who I can rely on. It would’ve been an excrutiating period without the moral support of my family, the dedication of my manager, the poker nights of my coworkers, the prayers of MZ and the long talks with Alex. I do have to thank these people for being there for me in a time of my life when my self confidence is dwindling. It’s not easy to change homes again, to change home in another country as well. It is not easy for an Eastern European to launch/relaunch himself in one of the most complicated Western European systems. I do have my studies again and this will have to be my main focus, so I do hope that all my other problems will get solved, in order for me to be able to enjoy life in its fullest once again…I know that without the help of these people I wouldn’t have made it so far. It does take oneself’s determination, but it is not enough. It is a combined effort of the person and the people who surround him and are willing to give him a helping hand…Life has many tricks up his sleeve, but then again this is how you learn how to appreciate people around you. Anyone who reads this, please help out a foreigner if he is in need of it. A meal, a place to sleep overnight, a kind gesture can mean a lot… I do accept that right now certain parts of my life depend on other people so I just have to wait it out and see what happens. As MZ says “Life tests great thinkers”…Thanks for the support of all of you.

Utrecht 2009, 30th of Aug.

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Egy fejezet vége/ The end of a chapter

December 12, 2008

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Egy dortmundi ír kocsmában kell bevégezzem az utrechti fejezetet. Egy pár pohár forralt borral az asztalon, a reggeli repülőjáratra várva próbálom elviselni a hosszúnak ígérkező éjszakát. Nem lesz ma este alvás és az múlt éjjel sem volt. Úgy érzem most igazán véget tudok vetni ennek a szakasznak az életemből.

Már maholnap egy féléve ért véget az utrechti év. Sok minden történt ez idő alatt, de fejem mégis valahol Utrecht utcáin kószált. Az ú.n. rehabilitációmra nem került sor otthon. El kellett jöjjek és újból lássak mindent. Lássam a Dóm ködös tornyát, a vörös biciklisávokat, a bringázó hollandokat és a Parnassost. Alig-alig pár ember maradt még a több száz ismerősből. A Parnassos is más arcot öltött. Már csak Giorgia és Rossana fogadott a régiek közül. Új emberek a régi szobáinkban. A régi szobánkat is mások vették át. Már nem lóg a bringa kerék a falon, sem a szerszámos láda nem kandikál ki a kagyló alól. A reggeli dohos fiúszagot fölváltotta a rózsaszín illat. A büdös zoknik helyett csínos női cipők sorakoznak a polcon. A bulizó tömeg eltűnt. Az új emberek már komolyabbak, megfontoltabbak.

Sok minden megváltozott. Tudtam, hogy így lesz, de ezt szemmel kellett látni. Egy öt perces összerohanás Katyaval és Enivel, egy estéli vacsora Giorgiáékkel, egy születésnapi jókívánság Alexnek. A régi munkatársak és a menedzser, az amszterdami utcák, a UCU-i kocsma, a Baden Powellsweg-i egy hetes szállásom és egy füst fű Dimóval, Peterrel, Danival, Zolival és Ovival a „Csónakon”.

Most tiszta fejjel tudok hozzálátni az itteni élethez. Még sok mindent fogok Utrechtről írni, de magamban lezártam ezt a fejezetet. Túl sok a teendő az elkövetkező hónapokban és ehhez egy tiszta fej kell…

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I have to finish the last chapter of Utrecht in an Irish pub, not far from the Dortmund train station. With a couple of glasses of mulled wine I quietly wait for the morning flight. It’s going to be a long night without much sleep. I haven’t slept properly last night either. I really feel that the time came to end this part of my life.

Almost six months have passed since my year in Utrecht came to an end. A lot has happened in this time, but my mind somehow kept wondering on the streets of the big “U”. My so called rehabilitation back home did not happen. I had to come back and see everything once again; the Dome tower lost in the morning mist, the red bike lanes, the cycling Dutchies and the Parnassos. Only a few have remained of the old group that once numbered hundreds. Only Giorgia and Rossana could greet me from the old Parnassos. New people in our old rooms… The rusty bike tires don’t hang on our wall anymore. The once useful toolbox isn’t lying around under the sink. The morning stench in our room was replaced by pink perfume. Stinky socks don’t lie on the shelves anymore. Cute girly shoes line up on them. The partying crowd disappeared. The new people are more serious and thoughtful.

A lot of things changed. I knew it would be like this, but I had to see this with my own eyes. A five minute long encounter with Katya and Eni, an evening supper at Gio’s place and a birthday greeting for Alex. My old coworkers, the manager, the streets of Amsterdam, the UCU pub, my one week sleeping place in Baden Powellsweg and a puff of joint with Dimo, Peter, Dan, Zoli and Ovidiu on the “Boat”.

Now I can start my life back home with a clear had. I will still have plenty to write about Utrecht, but I’ve closed this chapter inside of me. Just too many things in the upcoming months and I need a clear head for this…

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Valami ami elgondolkodtat/ Something that makes me wonder

December 12, 2008

magyar-kapolna

Az Utrechti „Dóm kertben” egy parányi tábla üldegél az egyik sarokban. Egy háromnyelvű felirat. Hollandul, angolul és magyarul. Magyarul? Egy olyan világról tanúskodik, amikor Erdélyből és Magyarországról tucatnyi emberek jártak ki külföldre tanulni, hogy a hazai gondolkodásban valamit megváltoztassanak. Egy darab a történelmünkből és egy idegen állam erről megemlékezett.

hungarian-chapel

In one of the corners of the “Dome Garden” (Dom Tuin) lies a small inscription. A historical legend in three languages; Dutch, English and Hungarian. Hungarian? It sketches a world when Hungary and Transylvania sent people to study in foreign countries, students who later changed something in the mentality back home. A part of our history and a foreign country remembers it.

P.S. Only some problems with the translation. They fled because of the tyranny against Protestants and not from Protestant Tyranny ;)

Dec. 8

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Vasárnap este/ Sunday night

December 8, 2008

A vonatállomásról kijövet sietek a Parnassos fele. Az est hamarabb ereszkedett a város utcáira. A kijárattól nem messze egy hosszú hajú fiatal gitározik. Senki igazán a láthatárón aki hallgatná. Egy hideg vasárnapi estén nem igazán járnak errefele az emberek. Talán egy-egy eltévelyedett zacskó, vagy netán a vörös házfalak hallgatják énekét. Pár percig megállok, miközben biciklim láncát próbálom kioldani. Úgy látszik az egyedüli vagyok, aki hallgatom. Ha rövid ideig is… Fölpattanok a bringára és elhajtok mellette. Egy, egy eurost dobok gitár tartójába. Alig pár apró érme látszik. Nem valami jövedelmező a mai est. De talán nem is azért zenél…Lassan elhalkul a hangja, amint a pedálok egyre közelebb hajtanak a Dóm fele. Mintha egy hangjegyre szálltam volna…

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Coming out of the train station I rush to Parnassos. The night came quickly on the streets of the city. Not far away from the entrance, a long haired youngster is playing his guitar. No one is around to listen to him. Not a lot of people walk around on a cold Sunday night. Probably a wondering bag or maybe the red house walls listen to him. I stop for a few second, while I try to unlock my bike. It looks like I’m his only spectator. Even if for a while… I hop on my bike and pass him. I throw a one euro coin in his guitar casket. Just a few coins are visible. It’s not a rewarding night. Or maybe this is not why he’s playing…Slowly his voice fades in the distance as the pedals get me ever closer to the Dome. As if I was floating on a guitar note.

Dec.7, 2008

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Towards Utrecht…

December 6, 2008

11:11 a.m. I’ve just reached the first Dutch town. The journey became more expensive than I initially thought. The plain landed on time, but the train line from Dortmund to Utrecht changed and became more expensive. Unfortunately I’ve spent 40 euros and had to change four times. I changed in Duisburg, Viersen and now in Venlo and afterwards in Eindhoven. If everything goes well, I’ll be in Utrecht around 13:00.

My brain is somewhat tired and the present grey sky is jut making it worse. Not even the people I see are in the best mood today. A German kid, with skater shoes on his feet set in front of me on the previous train…I can’t exactly figure out why does he have such baggy eyes. Maybe he didn’t sleep or maybe he was too high lately. His hoody is dirty. While chewing his gum, he looks for the ticket controller. He’s lucky this time. With the most bored face possible he looks at the passengers and sniffs every minute or so. He wipes his nose with his hoody and continues listening to his music.

11:18 a.m. One minute left, and the train leaves towards Eindhoven. This one too looks like a stop train although it is classified as IC. It’s quite clean. In front of me my backpack slumbers in silence. I didn’t close the door of my compartment. In the nearby compartment they speak in a Middle Eastern language. It sounds interesting. I’m gonna listen to it a lil’bit. My mp3 just ran out of batteries and my laptop is probably gonna run for another hour.

The train departed with a minute of delay. Wooouu! Maybe it’s just one of those days. Everyone is grasped by bordem Only the train between Dortmund and Duisburg was noisier than average. A team of teenagers were going to school…On the chair next to me a somewhat dumb kid keeps drawing the attention of his teacher. The blond teacher sitting in front of me is probably in her fifties. She nodes. She’s already used to the kid. There’s nothing special in her that would grab my attention. Just one of those middle aged teachers. Meanwhile I keep looking at the kid sitting next to her. He’s been tinkering with something for the last few minutes. It’s probably an mp3 player or video game. He ran out of batteries. I’d give him some, but I’m on the low too.

It’s colder than usual. Luckily I brought my winter coat with me.

11:30 a.m. A blond Dutch girl takes a sit in my compartment. She’s not that bad. Her phone conversation catches my attention. I understand a little bit of it. She’s not gonna be able to work this Sunday or something like that. Her Germanic ancestry is visible. I’m not gonna tell you guys what I was referring to. You’ll figure it out.

One and a half hours left and I’ll be in Utrecht.

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7 hours left

December 3, 2008

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Damn…I feel as excited, as the first day I landed on Dutch soil. I have absolutely no idea how will it feel like walking on the same narrow streets, seeing other people living in my old room or just riding one of the old rusty bikes next to the canals. Only a couple of the old bunch remain. I really need this trip. Holland, Utrecht, Parnassos just ended to quickly and suddenly. There is a part of this chapter that I just don’t want to close. We’ll see what happens…

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The end of an outstanding year…Egy kitünő év vége…

August 23, 2008

The end of an outstanding year…

Maybe it is an unusual title for the end of august…it is most commonly used somewhere before the New Year… My backpack still lies in the middle of the room, filled with dirty clothes and a slipping bag. I open up a letter that arrived a couple of days earlier. From the behalf of Utrecht University…They acknowledge the past academic year, present the grades of the courses I took and thank me for choosing their institution…It’s a couple of days short of a year since I left my first twenty years behind and filled my pack with new events, faces, plans and goals. But now I feel that I need to stop for a minute or two. Too many things happened and it wouldn’t hurt to sit down for a second and think it over. Besides, I’m missing some sort of order in my life. I need proper food, clean clothes and not some rags taken from a backpack and now I think I finally accepted that I am home. I only spent a couple of weeks home during the last year but now I most probably need this environment. I’m somewhat tired…let’s put it this way.

Even if I used dry statistics I would still need some time to think it over. From the perspective of the time length spent away from home, it ads up to 340 days. From an academic point of view nine new courses, a file consisting of a couple of hundred pages of written projects, some 30 exams, presentations and so on and an average above eight at a university where exceeding nine is almost impossible (I’m bragging now but still…bare with me :D ). On an administrative level, three full files contain everything from university and bank papers to residence and work permits, which took approximately 5 months to obtain. From the perspective of labor, it adds up to 5 months ranging from cookie factories to supermarkets… If we look at the money, I had to gather nine thousand euros from scholarships to manual labor and sometimes a lot of savings from here and there. Of course all the places I’ve visited cannot miss. Utrecht, Amsterdam, The Hague, Rotterdam, Antwerp, Brussels, Liege, Spa, Ghent, Bruges, The North Sea, London, Luxemburg, Dortmund, Köln, Frankfurt, Budapest, Barcelona, Tarragona, Valencia, the Mediterranean Sea, Milan, Modena, Pescara, Rome, Naples, Sicily, Bologna, Venice, Bergamo… And more than two hundred new faces from God knows how many countries…And this is how it would look like in a dry CV. But what lies behind all of this? What new relations, friendships, lovers, sorrows… happiness and sweat. No CV can ever show this.

I grew up. I now feel that I can stand on my own feet. The past year exceeded two or three previous ones. My eyes opened up, my perception changed and I feel that I’ve learned to look for the human inside everyone, regardless of where he comes from, what he eats, who does he pray to or not and I could continue with all the colors that I’ve learnt to accept.

My expectations grew on every level. May that be academic, payment, human relations or whatever. New plans for the upcoming year back home already started to spawn up in my head. Not everything will be easy but I’ve learnt to believe in chance and faith. Not everything depends from us. Meanwhile a strange feeling appeared, the feeling of doing something for my region but until that happens, still many difficulties lie ahead of me. I will leave this place once more, but I feel that a strong invisible wire still ties me to home.

Some good advice for everyone…Learn to believe in yourselves and it never hurts to dream and crave for something more and learn that whatever person in whatever position you meet was once still a kid just like you. Nothing is impossible…And now good night everyone. It wouldn’t hurt to sleep now. (I’m pretty much fed up with slipping on boats, in train stations and airports :D ).

Egy kitünő év vége…

Talán szokatlan ez a cím épp augusztus vége fele…általában valamikor Új Év előtt használunk hasonló szavakat… Hátizsákom még a szennyes ruhákkal és hálózsákkal hever a szoba közepén. Felbontom a pár nappal ezelőtt érkezett levelet. Az Utrechti Egyetem részéről… Elismerik az egyetemi évet, föltüntetik a sikeres vizsgákat és megköszönik a részvételt… Pár nap hiányával már egy éve hagytam hátra az első húsz évemet és új eseményekkel, arcokkal, tervekkel, célokkal bővítettem az eddigi batyumat. De most érzem, hogy meg kell egy pillanatra állni. Túl sok minden történt és nem ártana kissé leülni és átgondolni mindazt ami történt. Másképp is hiányzik egy kis rend az életemben. Kell stabil kaja, tiszta ruha és nem holmi hátizsákból előkotorászott limlom és talán most végre elfogadtam, hogy itthon vagyok. Alig pár hetet voltam idehaza az elmúlt évben, de most talán szükségem van az itteni környezetre. Kissé kifáradtam … mondjuk így.

Ha csak száraz statisztikákat is alkalmaznék le kell üljek kissé gondolkodni. Idő szempontjából kb. 340 nap távollét, akadémikus szempontból kilenc új kurzus, egy több száz oldalas mappa csak a leadott dolgozatokkal, talán 3O vizsga, projekt meg egyebek és egy nyolcas fölötti átlag egy olyan egyetemen ahol alig lehet meghaladni a kilencest (most dicsekszem, de na…ennyit nézzetek el :D ). Bürökratikus szempontból három mappányi papír… egyetemi és banki holmiktól elkezdve, tartózkodási és munkaengedélyekig, ami összesen 5 hónapnyi járást igényelt. Munka szempontjából öt hónap strapa keksz gyártól elkezdve bevásárló központig…Ha a pénzt nézzük 9 ezer euróra kellett valamiképpen szert tegyek (ösztöndíjak, munka meg néha gatyaszíj húzásos sporolások). A meglátogatott helyek sem maradhatnak ki. Utrecht, Amszterdam, Hága, Rotterdam, Breda, Antwerp, Brüsszel, Liege, Spa, Ghent, Brugge, Északi Tenger, London, Luxemburg, Dortmund, Köln, Frankfurt, Budapest, Barcelona, Taragona, Valencia, Földközi Tenger, Milánó, Modena, Pescara, Róma, Nápoly, Szícilia, Bologna, Velence, Bergámó… És több mint kétszáz új ismerős Isten tudja hány országból…És mindez így mutatna egy száraz CV-ben. De mi rejlik mindezek mögött? Milyen új kapcsolatok, barátságok, szerelmek, csüggedések… öröm és ugyanakkor verejték. Azt már semmilyen CV sem tudja kimutatni.

Felnőttem. Érzem, hogy meg tudok élni saját lábaimon. Az elmúlt év fölülmúlt akár két három eddigi évet is. Szemeim kinyíltak, felfogásom megváltozott és úgy érzem, hogy megtanultam mindenkiben az embert keresni, bárhonnan is jöjjön, bármit is egyék, bárkihez is imádkozzon vagy nem és sorolhatnám mindazon színeket amiket megtanultam elfogadni ez év alkalmával.

Elvárásaim megnőttek minden téren. Legyen az akadémikus, fizetés, emberi kapcsolatok vagy bármi. Új tervek szövődnek a fejemben az elkövetkező itthoni évre nézve. Sok minden nem lesz könnyű, de megtanultam hinni a véletlenben és a sorsban is. Nem minden csak tőlünk függ. Ugyanakkor furcsa érzés fogott el, hogy valamit majd kell tegyek ezért a vidékért, de addig még számos megpróbáltatáson kell elmenjek. Még el fogom hagyni ezt a helyet, de érzem, hogy valami túl erős láthatatlan fűz az itthonhoz.

Jó tanácsok bárkinek…Tanuljatok meg hinni magatokban és sosem árt álmodni vagy vágyni valami többre és ugyanakkor tanuljátok meg, hogy bármilyen pozícióban is lenne egy illető személy, valamikor ő is épp olyan kölyök volt mint ti. Semmi sem lehetetlen…Most meg egy jó éjt mindenkinek, mert nem ártana aludni is (most már elegem van a hajókon, vonat és repülőállomásokon való alvásból :D ).