all good things come to an end

What a fucking irony. It seems like the life is making fun of me. It happened again. This time because of cultural differences. Just look at the previous post and guess to see why it is so ironic. Don’t ask about the reasons (what exactly the cultural differences were) – it’s too pathetic. I think I still don’t realize what is happening. Maybe I shouldn’t be worried? Of course I shouldn’t. But I am. I guess it’s just the matter of days. Not months or weeks but days. Again, I feel like losing the game… Starting from the scratch. It used to be too good to be true. Whatever. Writing here doesn’t help. It just needs to take some time to heal the wounds.

Friends were helpful again – as last time in the middle of October, as usually. To the other readers – don’t ask questions. It’s a simple story with a disgusting thing included. Something one could never expect…

Anyway, I was actually supposed to write about the fact that I’m exactly in the middle of my stay here. Exactly 6,5 months passed and 6,5 still to go. I was supposed to write how happy I am to be here and bla bla bla. There is so many posts about how happy I am here so if you feel like reading it just go to the archives. I was also supposed to write that time passes really quickly in our lives. To give you some visual taste see the pics that I found by chance on my laptop (they were put by Ida, my ex flat mate who was using my laptop with me when she was in Morocco). They were taken during my first 3 weeks here. I would normally feel very nostalgic. Not today though.

The end.
Cynically yours,
Kamil