The dreamland

Tu som, zijem, prezivam. Na konci tunela bolo svetlo. Svetlo Sheffieldu. Kazdym dnom sa do tohto mesta viac a viac zamilovavam. Je neskutocne kolko vela veci sa tu da robit, kolko miest navstivit, kolko zazitkov prezit, kolko zaujimavych ludi spoznat. Ale cesta sem nebola lahka, takze pekne odzaciatku.

Despair in Newark, hoping for new life. Better life. Just anywhere. Then there comes SHeff to come in. All packed thinking we are going there for sure thing. We just didn’t know what is it gonna take. Coming to Sheff every other day, every time with all our stuff in our car. The job looks promising, accommodation is a struggle. Every single day travelling there and always with the same result. We were still living in that fucking Newark. Useless journeys. There comes the time, when we need to move out. Packed completely for the last time. From now on, we are just booking hotels around the Sheffield. The first one was quite nice, good price, but what about the facilities. More than doubled prices of food. It was a perfect idea to visit local village next day.  Kebab in a long time was a pleasure. Next three nights in Ibis hotel close to Sheff city centre. Just got really sick of it. This hotel sleeping. Nah. Thank you, no more. By the time we are still unsuccessful in accomm and a job. Moreover, our car is nicked. £150 fine is a harmful thing in this situation. Anyway, next day with our bags through half of the city. New job agency, police and finding a car. Aaaah. That was a daft one. No signs or anything, but after a long long period we finally did it. We found it. Just stupid thing that we were 30 mins late so we had to pay £20 more. At least we got our car. (I had no idea I’ll be going there every single day). Again bloody Ibis and the next day the night in the last hotel. This one was really good. And had the best sleep in last two weeks to be honest. Maybe because there was a really nice day next day.

Tak sme prisli, vybavili, zaplatili ubytko a sli na dom. Tam vam len zavolaju, ze vecer do roboty. Teda ja nie, ale konecne je to tu. Domcek velky, pekny, no velmi vela roboty a upratovanie je potrebne urobit. Na dalsi den do novej roboticky. Balit chirurgicke pomocky a posielat ich do nemocnic. Citim sa, ze pomaham ludom. Prinajmensom pomaham ludom, ktori pomahaju ludom.

Na dalsie rano ma zobudi strasny rachot. Idem ceknut dom, ci to nie je nejaky zlodej alebo co. Nic. Idem naspat do postele. Znova. A znova a znova. Ked sa zobudim najdem tri vybuchnute tuskove baterky, ktore sa nabijali prilis dlho. Mam po baterkach, ale stihli mi posluzit, pretoze posluzili vo fotaku, ktorym som pofotil velku cast Sheffieldu. A veru poviem vam, je tu toho na fotenie prilis vela, Neviete kde sa mate skor pohnut. Trojo bateriek mi je malo.

No a Sheffield? Pridte sa asi presvedcit sami. Nech uz vas lakaju parky, luky, priroda, vyhlad na samotny Sheffield, stavby, galerie, muzea, kniznice, restauracie, bary, puby, alebo nieco co inde v anglicku nenajdete. Najkrajsie zenske! Kedze je tu Hallamka (univerzita) je tu velmi vela peknych mladych dievcat, na ktore je malo sa pozerat. J Ale tak to uz pridte posudit sami.

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