"I know it’s still a long way to go, but when I look behind me there are only my own footsteps in the snow, that will melt in the spring.
Till then I won’t turn around and wait... what the summer might bring"

Its been nearly 10 weeks since I took chance to realized small goal. 10 weeks since I took another step to realized dream.

After countless obstacles, from few... well, most of them, was for me a test of charakter, will, sometimes strenght. Here, in Holland, working 'for' polish intermediary, is not easy - by this I mean: not knowing where U go to job next day (If you are not that lucky, as I was at the begining, you changing job every day. Every day you wondering what you gonna do? Can I handle it? How long? With whom?) In this vacation I did jobs from dustman, to disassemble buildings. Now, for 6 weeks, I'm working in food retailer - lucky me, nearly best payment for vacation worker like me (but this is different story).

So, like I said, you do not know where (and IF) you gonna go to work. Next, people you live in house. Most of them - thiefs, drinkers. They are looking on others hands, searching for something to pull out and destroy victim. But not all polish guys are like that. But going to holland, one must be prepared to face this.

After that 10 weeks, sometimes I wonder: "Maybe this all... it doesn't has meaning. Is my dream reachable? Or I was defeated at the very begining, dared to dream."

"Was Rome worth one good man's life?"
I believed it once.


Thanks for reading.