Life in Marshrutkaland

Internet welcome party

I'm here for almost one month and don't know what to write. Finally I've got internet, I didn't get money for living yet, two pairs of shoes and one pair of jeans are already destroyed, I don't eat - so I'm loosing weight, and it's quite cold even though it's only the end of October. But you know what? It's better than in Spain. How is it possible, you ask? Maybe city in general is not the most beautiful. Terrikons, mines, grey view through bus window (or, what is worse, marshrutka window) and taste of whole periodic table on your tongue cannot compare to smell of oranges and sound of flamenco on the street when you walk down the Santa Cruz district. But the most important factor are people. High time to introduce them.

Magda - girl from Pruszcz Gdański (which has bigger offer of cultural events than European Cultural Capital 2016 candidate called Toruń). She's the only one in our Polish team who speaks Russian, so we have to stick together. We share a bed, so it won't be difficult. She laughs a lot, what drives Donetsk people crazy. Nobody laughs here. Her biggest passion are marshrutkas. She likes pink color, what has negative influence on color of my clothes (somehow they got pink). She hates bugs, lemon cookies and packing her suitcase.

Dawid - the youngest member of our gang. His Polish is a little bit strange for Magda and me, because he comes from the Southern Poland. Not every time we understand everything. He loves history, to de-stress himself he plays computer games. Some of them include conquering other countries.

Vytautas - our Lithuanian friend, journalist. He loves sprat, pasta and tomatos. He's very kind and good host. Vytas took us on our first trip.

Orhan - Turkish/Dutch guy, football fan. Master and Commander of the kitchen. First one who calls me Sasha.

Olga - our coordinator. And cleanness inspector, what drives boys crazy. For studying Ukrainian visa and registration rules and regulations should get the title of Master of Laws. And PhD, if she manages to register us.

That's all about my flatmates and coworkers. Time to go back to common room and lough a lot.