It is not about me being so British that I have already forgotten how to speak Polish. It is all about practicing so please - don't get me wrong. I arrived here almost four months ago, three weeks later I started working so I probably made thousands of dialogues but I still do not feel confident about my writing. That is a perfect solution - to write my blog in English. Now I can waste my time here and have excuse for myself ('I am so sorry my reading about theatre - I need to practice first!') ;)

     I will make hundreds mistakes, but who really cares, huh?

     I feel totally scared about every change which walked into my life without even taking shoes off. This is my once-life oportunity - I know. The Uni, that independence, that language... But sometimes... I would just prefer to go home, hug my mum and never release her. It is my second year far away from home. I've learned to be responsible, I've learned a lot of lessons.

     That is very strange feeling when you realize that you will never come home to live there again. What about your lovely room? You loved everything there, you made it that way. There are some photos, some old souvenirs, childish drawings. There is your cork board and all that important stuff hanging alone right now. And... how safety you can feel there...

     Tomorrow is my big day. My first performance workshop. First day of work with my body. I hope that next few weeks will be a milestone on my way to become a selfconfident performer.

maltanek

Szczecin