I never miss a piece of experience of journey and make a meticulous describing. Certainly, I don’t write things such as “I washed my hands with a soap after I had breakfast” or some moments don’t require to be detailed. However, almost four months since I took a breath of freedom, which seem long time ago, I looked and found places to be told.
In that drizzling late time of day in Venice I had talks with French couple, which I met. Both of them were talkative in conversation until a Frenchman silenced and never talked after I said that I want to live in the West. His wife became more active. She was covering her husband’s dislike to all type of immigrants if he had understanding about difference, because it seemed that is not. Maybe I saw him for ten minutes somewhere, but, probably, I got much on personality of that Frenchman. His occupancy was tied with private entrepreneurship, which allow him a little better life when a regular French citizen even hasn’t budget on Courchevel for skiing. I don’t think that Frenchman, who born in a country, which is free and you in opportunity to choose your destiny, made something not for himself. That is exception when I agree with John Kennedy said in inaugural speech “Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.” I told to that Frenchman on belonging to the West, but I didn’t mention that it has in mine origin (it’s highly unlikely influenced on his so tiny worldview.) what doesn’t matter. I would make for France and not only for this state if I had a small piece of luck ever, because I’m self-made person in everything. I constantly fought for own personality and those barbarians who were against me – made mistake and still do. If I would listen them – I wouldn’t write, because they humiliated and were laughing on me as it was with everything what I was doing. They were downgrading me in cooking and never showed evidence. That’s because they’re evil. I did it due to liking, but I also knew then in school years that probably I willn’t allow to have a butler (it was my dream of that time.) in a future, therefore I must learn how to make food if I will live alone. Burn bridges, revenge and do what you like – are mine approaches. That Frenchman before full disappointment to me wasn’t in pleasure to mine question on arrival by Ryanair after we all knew that just arrived from Paris. I heard from him that he and his wife flew by Air France. Once I sat in first class and difference in little addition of non-special food in which I don’t need. I don’t take an airplane for that. It’s a transport, which can deliver on long distance for short time. I am looking for restaurant if I want an excellent food. Too much about rabble.
NB. However, reasoning about living on salary in France. Minimum wage is 11,27 euros. I had more less money, but I could buy whisky/ey in hundreds dollars, parterre was only place to where I purchased a chair on seeing great people as Scorpions, Ennio Morricone, Pierre Richard, Viktor Shenderovich and I implemented journey in Paris and my trip in Scotland. People with more earning couldn’t make it. They borrowed money from me (I don’t do it anymore if you hope.) and surprised why I can do. I never wasted money. I don’t depend on cigarettes – a person who does and wants to drop, but can’t – is a weak human. I don’t buy clothe, because I have it while people do it and continue so. I haven’t a car, which is constant spending: petrol, changing of tires and oil, highly possible repair if you have it long, washing, technical check and probably moreover of things on which I have no idea. If I need to transport something big and I’m not so tough to carry it – I would pay for delivery once and save so many money. I evaded love and any of that kind of relationship, therefore never had kids. I don’t take any credits, because I will return more then got – you can’t leave rat race if you in debt. Rent room instead have mortgage for house. Because that gives a chance to come to wealth. I got eight dollars on the first job in America and then ten dollars for landscaping. It was 2009 what doesn’t matter. I instantly entered in surplus and I already had a good life by buying what I want in store and had an incredible time in New York and Washington. Europe and America have opportunities for get rich.
I am not a person who visits chats in Internet and write comments or review visited hotels, but sometimes I can make an exclusion as it was on about a first place in which I stayed Venice. I executed my responsible act of citizen of the world. That receptionist wasn’t in positive mood in meeting me. I said on having “reservation” while he corrected, as he thought, on “registration”. He was one more person was thinking that his English is better than mine. He supposed to check a dictionary and see that “reservation” is also a right word. Nobody of native and not speakers ever before indicated that I’m wrong. One more moment, when you confirm booking – you push button “I’ll reserve”.
This first hotel in Venice doesn’t put on own page a column of reviews what obviously shows their knowing of own evil. Mine text in positive stroke was next “A bed was comfortable.” About to what I hadn’t smile face I described that “I can allow four and five stars hotels whereas I choose them only as a place for sleep. I reserved Antico Panada due to few meters to San Marco Square and design of rooms had kinda reminding of Venice. A receptionist who met me in Antico Panada and had resemblance of Francois Hollande began conversation with that he relocates me to other hotel without apologize and explanation (I willn't surprise if it was Hollande himself for whom it would be logical after horrible presidency.). Only important thing, which he expressed, was mentioning on paying for tax. I was all right with relocation to San Zulian as I later revealed a title of place due to no differences between hotels except it's little further to Piazza San Marco. A receptionist of that hotel, whose name was Marco, was nice and Italian. I asked him on breakfast. He told standard things to where included cornflakes. Why he lied on cornflakes? Because breakfast was "kill your teeth". Sweet yogurt, croissant (oh, very Italian, madre mia.) with many variation of jams, a juice, which must be from tetra pak, and one of Chinese staff (for all whom need increase courses in learning of how to be polite and nice, they are not in commie China anymore.) offers coffee and tea. I assume, cost for such place is expensive and hotel can't allow better breakfast. I can make greater breakfast for money I paid for breakfast in Antico Panada relocated to San Zulian. I'm not complain on breakfast and can be fine without it, but your offer doesn't match to three stars. I was in Polish hotels with two stars where had luxurious breakfast in sausages, omelets and many else fantastic things for San Zulian. Moreover, I relocated to three-star hotel Mercurio, which isn't far, after two nights in San Zulian where I had such breakfast as I just aforementioned. And a faucet for shower must be longer and with a bigger spray, which could cover whole body as it comes from working tap. Madonna! San Sebastian! San Gennaro!”
I was moving to Poznan from a Venetian airport. I was in doing standard putting into separate box a deodorant, a laptop and a belt. It required more time for detecting in my bag. A Polack who was a communist anyway due to he was ready to move forward, but saw that I didn’t finish yet, walked around of me. I could easily give reality by beating that getting old rude man. Unfortunately, I still didn’t rid from damnation in shyness. I would pass him forward if he would could speak, but a commie rabble was incapable to do that. Once my that disgusting habit will gone. And it alcohol willn’t need or corned stance in which, as wrote Sun Tzu, never put enemy as I asked for sit at window and don’t knocking my seat.
Poznan became the most liked Polish town for me. Even though when I was in a bus drove from an airport, one somewhere upper of teen age boy stood on my snicker and didn’t take attention what was impossible. Still shyness to object but I thoroughly cleaned my boot on his.
I always stay remote in awaiting of green light. I was in movement to a bus station for taking bus in Warsaw. I took correct distance and stood aside what wasn’t mistake after a car crossed on big speed and crossed a puddle.
I arrived in Warsaw for move to Italy for Christmas holidays at three of night (never understood when people say morning to dark everywhere.). My hotel was nearby of Modlin airport to which distance in forty-five kilometers. I could cross by taxi in that time. Of course, I could find other hotel and try to stay there while I was all right to instantly move to a booked one. Additionally, I supposed to be careful by seeing later that a cab was without chessboard or lightbulb titled “taxi” on a roof and it hadn’t meter – a driver used an own calculator. But I paid in matching with stick on window. It took twelve dollars for start what can explain that people can take for little distance - I don’t see reasonable.
A taxi driver kept speed in one hundred forty and dropped one time on, as he said, “fotoradar”. I didn’t like that in movement was a car in forward and a truck with a tanker, which moved slowly. The driver used lights on forward transport what isn’t a good manner, because it strike to eyes. I, as non-driver, say that switching on of turn signal would be correct in this situation. A car in front of us with same more little speed continued to move and relocated after leaving the truck behind. A cab’s driver looked angrily on him. Probably movement was in fifteen minutes. The driver told to me on how I can reach an airport and showed an entrance to reception. Of course, I can do by own, but the driver showed politeness in that moment.
A hotel in Nowy Dwor Mazowiecki, a town where situates Modlin airport, had four stars in which I didn’t find beyond of usual of places with three stars. A shower’s faucet couldn’t stay on device and I should hold it in own hand. It had two bottles of water for which didn’t require additionally to pay. I asked a receptionist for confidence who thought that I haven’t them and wanted to pick them until I could explain him that I have. His English wasn’t well. I returned in a room. These two glass bottles had caps and no opener to them. I was looking for subject, which can disclose them, and used uncivilized method by lean a cap to a sink and hit from up – it didn’t work. Probably, I recalled or, maybe, I saw a drown arrow. Just turn around. I was a savage.
I drained both bottle and went to sleep what was attempt to do it, because I was in adrenaline stance. I slept one hour. However, it was all right.
Pickpocketing is the most popular crime on territory of Vatican. I always knew that the best place of keeping of important things is inside zipping pocket of a coat, “close to a heart” as I say. That I did before I began watching of Christmas broadcasting. I never could understand people who keep valet in back pocket of pants.
I armed an alarm clock, but, as always, I didn’t sleep and expect when it ring. I asked a receptionist, who was a woman in that time and she was more familiar with English, about in which way Modlin airport. I thought that I can reach it by walking in this time. I moved to there and recalled whole map seen on computer and I hold in hands a printed it’s part. I lost as usual. I was walking among building in wrong directing. No soul was meeting until I moved back and met a woman who showed a way and said to ask locals. I did it until I met a guy with a dog, who I once mentioned. He spoke with combination of English and Polish, but I understood. He checked own smartphone and tried to recall while his dog, which was on a leash by that made one wrap around my legs. I raised my foot away from there and accidentally touched guy’s coat. The guy asked in Polish on “am I hurry?” I repeated his last word. We moved through houses and garages came from communist time while that young man had a contemporary cordiality, which nothing associative with past. We met his neighbor who also walked with a dog. Two Polish people said short words to each other. A Polish guy moved to a road where he wanted to disclose further route, which I recognized what I said to him. We farewell with each other.
It was a straight road. My walking included a military cemetery on a right side. I approached to highway. Before that was a road to the left, which I assumed led to airport. A minivan, which delivered to Modlin airport stayed there and two potential passengers and a driver were there. I passed hundreds of meters. The road had a parallel incline. I turned back with a thought that I was ready to jump into the minivan. I’ll see that it gone with all people. I understood the printed map in walking back. I moved to the highway, which had zebra lines and there I mentioned on moving truck.
At previous time when I used a taxi, I didn’t see a road for pedestrians. However, I walked by it and when I saw the airport, I cut route by moving through grass caused stepping into little mud. I came in time what was important. My plane disappeared from tables. A guard had a little confusion in scanning mine ticket, because didn’t see it on computer. But it passed and he didn’t resist. I bought a big bag of cashew became mine breakfast.
I didn’t take care on registration of hotel in San Gimignano more before brought to searching among many sites where everything was reserved. Fortunately, I could discover a vacant place. I didn’t like that booking was possible only on one day more instead my plan. San Gimignano isn’t a town for long time. Nevertheless, it was one more day on freedom.
Hotel booking site “trip.com” caused misunderstanding. I reserved hotel, which takes money in forward. I was on a way to leaving from San Gimignano. A receptionist says on payment when I said that I did it. That caused time. That hotel manager made a call in company, which deal with money transfer. Later he offered to talk, but I said on believe to him. I saw, he doesn’t lie. I couldn’t check bank account on that moment and paid with faith. Otherwise, I had a reason to return and, probably, got an opportunity to visit Osteria delle Catene, which pici shouldn’t be raw.
One Ferrari in National car Museum stayed on wide platform. That hinted on I can’t come and look inside what was nonsense, because I willn’t know an automobile if I willn’t see a salon. No barriers with transport on it’s rise while Ferrari from eighties had it. I didn’t see forbidding signs and I was alone, therefore I stepped on plastic coverage, which felt fragile thought a car stood. It shouldn’t be distanced as I knew when I was learning beautiful inside. I abandoned the platform. A little later, I decided to come back and stepped back for look again, because I was charmed. After passed dozen seconds, a museum’s worker whose attention mostly was on one other sport car, which had sign “no photo”, came and said in Italian in which I didn’t hear a familiar word, but I understood that it was about get off from the platform. Probably, I could return, because she went away immediately. However, I hadn’t this necessity.
That misunderstanding with payment happened when I entered in Lodz. A receptionist woman wasn’t kind in that moment by asking payment without trying to make clear. She was kind before and after payment. From her radiated a typical commie look by rude behavior and Ivan Drago-esque hair. Later I wrote on hotel address about incident and recommended to make a familiar for her thing, which is “reeducate her”. Later I checked that money weren’t taken when I pushed buttons on “trip.com”.
I didn’t stay there on freedom yet. Currently, as always, I involved in variable projects. Weeks later, I revealed for myself that the big book required in additional texts, which I still put. I made first but not the last edition of the screenplay. I began other fiction project. I don’t poison myself by watching modern. I did that with FUBAR. I despise Netflix for dictatorship approach, which revealed in production with Frank Langella what brought to boycotting even in unofficial downloading from that company and blackwashing with Cleopatra in which they made abysmal – Netflix presented it as a documentary what means they do disinformation. It caused to decide that I willn’t watch even trailers although Netflix’s name was already for me a scrolling to the next heading in news. Their content never was beyond of usual. The Other Side of the Wind was one completed in watching, but that movie was directed by Orson Welles. I was delivered from watching drivel, which can get much for trailer. FUBAR would had a similar fate if not participation of Arnold Schwarzenegger with whom, however, I didn’t see a film since wimpy comedy Killing Gunther, which had little piece for laughing. The last two Terminators, Iron Mask and cartoon show for kids didn’t tease in interesting plot. FUBAR seems will without laughing. Creators of show can’t joking. It corroborates Netflix’s generic. The authors didn’t deal with comedy in a past. A scriptwriter had involvement in TV series Prison Break with which he shared producing function – show on a man who made a tattoo, which ostensible hides a map of a prison he projected, but it don’t – one thing of vast list of unconscionable. I am with a past and thinking on liberty.
