I was lying on a beach. Sun was out very timidly from behind the clouds. I had a beige hood on my head from my sweatshirt with the bobbles and I was lying on the passage from the dune to the flush part of the beach. The continual images was going through my mind. One very unkind and rough, causing some shivers, other so agreeable, that I stopped for the moment to feel ones again positive emotions connected with them. From all the human senses it was the voice which was imprinted on my memory. It could be soft and nice, rough and repulsive, sensual and causing the nice tickle in a lower part of abdomen. My contemplation was all the time interrupted by unceasingly recurring words, knifed like a dagger into my mind, causing annoying pain and compression into my throat.
* ATTENTION: Before you start to read the next part, change the music please :)
Yep! Finally! I've decided to write a blog. I've been living in France for 2 years, seven months and twenty days. I passed through my small disappointments, which weren't only the result of leaving my country. As a person with some experience I want to tell you about my life, a story about being between two, actually between three countries, the story about emigration, nostalgia, leave-taking and everyday life in other country with different culture and mentality. I invite you to an amazing travel, full of emotions and small enjoyments, successes, nice surprises but also disappoitments. Feel free to ask, I am ready to help and answer on every question connected with emigrant's life, the life in France and physiotherapist in this country. You can be sure it won't be the typical tourist blog, showing a boring dry true though and ready answers on the questions. You will find here a little bit of controversy, some critics, understatements and zest. Sometimes you'll have to show a little bit of creativity and imagination. Let's continue. It will be interesting!!! :)
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