it is true. i did say that. i even believed it for a moment. because it got hard, when it should be easy.the person who should have been waiting for me in a Hofdi Student campus, wasn't there. and after trying to reach him for the 4th time, he simply turned the phone off. so irresponsible. thank god the taxi driver was so nice and offered me a ride to the next hostel. there the lady was kind,too. i got a room and went to bed. i shared it with Australian guy that didn't seem bothered by my entering the room at 2 a.m. He simply responded: cheer up!
it was a long night. starving, exhausted and physically tired by 45kg weight of my luggage that i had to carry all alone, i just couldn't close my eyes. adrenalin rush was powerful. i shook whole night. i sweat and i was freezing at the same time. but then i got up, the 7am came and the Australian guy started conversation with me. we talked for a half an hour...he was just his dimmed silhouette i couldn't take features of in. i suppose he was good looking. constantly going with the hand through his hair. and i lied on a bed, looking at him like at wonder. he was very sweet and gave me some tips of how and what to see. it is always good to get information first handed. before he went, we reached into each others hand, saying good bye, for we won't see each other again. it was a good "good bye", a lot gotten from it. so the shower was next. i first stuffed my body with chocolate, because i was shaking so bad and i knew it was from the hunger...how is my body supposed to keep me warm, if i don't feed it. and went to the shower room...damn the water smelled bad. sulphur! for those who can't remember what it is like, just leave cooked eyes on a window bench for a week and then crack it open. Like that!
but the effect....omg, the skin so soft. so it is a good thing too.
and then there was this sweet girl behind the counter. she was so helpful, i couldn't stop asking her things...i never have felt so at home and taken care of by a stranger, whose name i didn't even asked for. and i got to this guy who supposed to wait for me and he got me the number i should call...and i finally got the room i supposed to get a day before. the road to it wasn´t easy either...but the people i met made it. first an American dude, who constantly mistook the Slovenia for Slovakia. he helped me carry the suitcases. and then a guy, whom i asked for direction, he went to the bus and asked a bus driver, if he could get me off near the place i am staying now. How nice are these people? i am overwhelmed.
but then this soon got lost in the instant i stepped into my room.
it was horrible. when i read the house rules, i thought i was getting in this sterile place...when i would have a hard time getting used to, because of my "not so order favor" attitude. instead...i might just say, i am a swan. i am a cleaning machine. i am a Cilit Bang in human form comparing to them. so, the first thing i asked Björn was, where is vacuum cleaner? i started to vacuum. but the bathroom..omg...filthy. how can they do this? i decided that if i am going to do it, i have to do it properly, with MR. Proper. i went to a store, to buy some cleaning stuff...let me put it like that....don´t walk near the road when it is raining in Reykjavik. a car splashed me nonchalantly....from hair to the boots. i was soaking wet. but do you think i stopped or cursed. no...i laughed and cried out loud: "why do you hate me, so much?"
i came to my room still wet and shivering a bit and cleaned it. 4 hours work...and i am done. i am tired, i can´t wait to go to sleep. i haven´t slept in two days. i deserve it...
so in the end i am asking myself? was it hate? was it a test? was it anything at all? and i answer, Reykjavik is a City. nothing more. all the rest is me. and i am thankful for the things happening in this order...i met great people, got in a clean bed now and i am full.
and my skin is, oh, so soft.
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