Greg drank more ... drunk (taking into account that he ate bread before sleeping with raisins - and normally would not eat this bread - slice of mayonnaise, ketchup and garlic sauce homemade, putting on a slice of sausage and Cheddar cheese brand: D) reflects on night travel and knows that one I have survived. survival was the more externalized and soulful that Gregory with a clear conscience and a smile on your face drank another beer enjoying deep down that he was returning to his beloved Polish. although they did not stay abroad long space, it occurred to him that the value (and yes I will called the end) which is family, friends and trusted friends is something we do not spend anything. although he would return to his small town really killed desks, it will be happy because he knows that in this country has people around him, he cares about ... and this is priceless ...
end of the dream of Scotland. Scotland, which made an impression on me, which I was looking for a better life. Now I know it had a better life there, in Poland, but I was too stupid to see it. :-)
with special greetings for Agate: -*
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