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"We are in 1999 motherfuckers, 15 years after George Orwell's look on Poland and USSR, almost at the end of this beautiful era called >>twentieth century<<. It will be a pleasure for me to finally get off it. Why am I living now? Why not in 1970s, this cool era with hippies and Black Sabbath? This life's such a tragedy." - Izabela thought.
She was just a poor student from northern Poland, starting to live her "Finnish Dream". She stood at the airport as the planes were flying outside. The weather was nice, so she was calm.
After five years of dreaming and living the sad reality she sat on the plane to place, where, as she thought, all the dreams can come true. Izabela put her headphones on and fell asleep, as always, when she knew, that nothing interesting won't happen around her. Then, after a few minutes someone tenderly shook her arm:
-Miss! The plane arrived to Helsinki, wake up!
-Yeah, honey, that's why we should use condoms... - she said, not fully awaken.
The person, probably a stewardess, gave a snort and walked away. Then Iza opened her eyes and felt cold air coming from opened door... She took her things and walked out of the plane, proud of herself. She wanted everyone to see, how proud she was. It wasn't normal for her, but euphoria took all of the rational thinking.
Izabela walked off the airport as fast as she could to see how this "Finland" really looked. Not in books or TV. She wanted to see the real country. Real people. Real life.
She was delighted with the city, stopping to take a look at every sign and building, also secretly observing the behaviour of locals. She was so busy with being excited with everything that she almost bumped into some people. Not once. And she even didn't care about intrested looks of many, many strangers walking by.
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Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart
Ficção GeralThere he was. This little punk, less hip than these normal kids. This weirdo. This creep. He keeps falling down and getting up off the ground. He won't break down. There she was. This girl. Who she even was? She was excited, she was weak. Who will...
