[Jak masz na imię? ; Ile masz lat? ; Skąd Jesteś? ; Gdzie mieszkasz teraz?]

So much questions for quite few answers. So much pain for such a stupid matter. I care about myself, maybe too much, and as a result,  I'm ill. Irony? sure. Fun? hell no, not fun at all. Stupid and transient illness anyway, a painful throat screwing up some nights, some nights that should be memorable. Because this is what ERASMUS is about, memory. My life will change so much next year and this might (and unavoidably will be) my last oasis.

So hell, I can't afford being even a little ill! someone fuckin' help me!