Chapter 3 - I relly want it

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The following days were great, the English capital became increasingly fascinating under my eyes, i visited monuments, many museums of all kinds and strolled through the streets of the city by pretending to be an english, even if I am the first to admit my huge and embarrassing gaps sudden on the lenguage.

I wish I had been able to stay a few months more, London is so beautiful, i did not want to leave, now i was accustomed to time gray and mad of the English capital, the people accurate and decided that walking on the street in front of me indifferent of the efforts of others, the boys always drunk even only to nine in the evening.London the modular elements from always the mad city, had something magical that i was unattractive.

Not i wanted to leave but the money is not me, it was too expensive and even if i had found a house to rent to share i didn't know where earn enough money to pay. But i wanted to, i rattristav only thought to leave the city of my dreams.

I wanted too, i'd have to find a solution, when you go abroad and thus, not want to go never more to your land because it is too fascinated by the new one. I needed a job, I am not frightened the fact that i have to break your back if then i would be able to stay in London.

I was on the green, all the money i had set aside for this trip I had spent all in clothes and guided tours, not to mention the countless times that i had taken the means urban of the city, costing the wrath of God.

For a stretch but i was in my mind my little old friend portfolio i have had for years and years now, an ordinary portfolio of leather, even rather spoilt, where always propped open my savings, i brought more money as a precaution in addition to those that i have already spent. I had them well hidden well within the black jacket in the closet in the bedroom of the hotel. I did a huge smile and i began to run between the people, I wanted to return to the room to say my hypothesis. Arrived in the corridor taken the key is a stirring i opened my door, i open wide and without even close i advent on the cabinet, the i opened my and hastily i sat to look for in all the pockets of jackets, i swallowed the hand in the pocket inside and grabbed my friend, yes, there were, the money were my salvation, there were only 300 pounds but enough to stay in the hotel for a week, the time to get a job and a house where i move.

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