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This is one of my favourite places in the world.

nobody/s left any messages on my site. bastards. i love you, don/t you love me?
emily arrives in żory today. this is good. I can still see the slag heap. staszek is still behaving strangely. i don/t know why - he blames it on spring.

my emotions and dreams all die. everybody/s do. let me explain. i feel that i haven/t quite seen enough of this comparitively tiny, yet in many ways impossibly enormous continent which i and probably you live on. so i have a small daydream if you will, that i would buy a small car (because that/s all i can afford and i hate big cars where a small ( Read more... )

So, another week begins, another series of blagging my way through lessons. I think I/ve planned something, at least I hope so. I had a good weekend at least, going to one birthday party and examining the increasingly erratic behavious of Staszek. On Friday night he refused to speak, claiming he had lost his voice (though oddly smoking and drinking ( Read more... )

so i started this then. Will I tell any of the people who asked me to? Probably. It still feels somewhat arrogant and vainglorious to believe that people want to read an online diary of my thoughts and actions. Still, it saves time emailing ( Read more... )