life is not a movie here

In the last post, I wanted to be positive at the end. I can't be positive here in Poland although I am trying.

I know that right now, I'm very subjective and under lots of emotions. However, what I feel today is "I hate Poland".

It was at the airport in Barcelona when I saw bunches of Polish people speaking Polish. I found it extremely annoying. I realized that Poles are uglier than Arabs. And the country is uglier too. The landscapes are ok but the architectureis disgusting. I am objective. One of the ladies was trying to convince me to start selling some stupid healthy food and teas. Wtf? Welcome to Poland!

I haven't meet any foreigners yet - my first thought (you're gonna kill me for that but that was what went through my mind) - the Russian-Prussian-Austrian occupation in XIX century was not that bad. At least, it was multicultural... (I will burn in hell for writing that).

People I have met so far are so boring. Maybe nice but extremely dull. I'm at my family's place in Krakow (the most beautiful Polish city). I wanna go back home to the North to meet my friends. I was happy to fly to Krakow because I thought it would be easier to handle Poland in such a nice city. I forgot that it's not about places but about people although it was not always the case in Morocco. I guess the only thing I will enjoy here are my friends. My parents have already pissed me off for saying to me that they will not pick me up from the train station and bring home. Again I can count on me friends more than on my family (thank you Agatka!! love you!!)

The new people I met here today are bunch of my cousin's friend who once went together to Koln, Germany for some Catholic gathering/meeting... Wtf?
Where are all the Moroccan expats that I love? Those with whom I could have a conversation about politics, cultures, life, relationships, sex. With whom I could joke and have fabulous parties. Where are you guys? I miss you so much.

Hamdullah, I have some friends here. That's the only thing that will make me survive here.

It's not gonna be cool back in home. I will have the summer job that I don't like and I will have to write me thesis. Not exciting at all.

I can't believe I'm not in Al Maghrib anymore. I can't see the Ocean from my roof. I can't take the train to Casablanca. There are no cheap blue cabs. I can't walk on Av Mohammed V. I can't hear the lady announcing the trains. I loved her voice and both versions of the info - French and Arabic. I miss speaking French and some Arabic that I know. I miss speaking English. I miss the weather. I miss the big waves of the Ocean and the salty water. I miss le Grand Comptoir, Yacout, Bert's and Pietri. I miss Agdal and Centre-Ville. I miss walking around the Hassan Tour at night. I miss the expats community and the theme parties. I miss all my friends. And especially You...

Life is not a movie here. There is a summer break and no movie shooting for the moment.
The shooting will be restarted on the last days of August in Brussels. I can't wait to star there :) Two months to wait.