Well, I hated serbia and that fucking retard-monkey mentality, even though there is a sort of romance in the disgust I felt towards it.
I wanted to leave and I looked everywhere. I found a friend in Scotland and I went there to work shit jobs just to see the world.
Shortly after I arrived, he moved to England and I was left alone in an unknown place.
Scotland grew on me, the people especially, but it was too depressing for someone who thinks as much as I do. I couldn't see myself there.. so I looked for a different country and chose Norway for to other reason than having a Norwegian-language school near the place I lived in Glasgow.
After learning a bit of the language I found out how to get a residence permit in Norway, which I did. Then I stayed there for seven years. I lived in 10 cities, it was always uncomfortable and strange due to the lack of personality of Norwegians. Also a massive lack of culture. Nothing but money and nature there... depressing.
However, I did finish a university in political science which opened a door for me to teach a similar course at the University of Vilnius, which I am doing now.
After this I want to go teach anthropology in England, Cambridge to be specific.
It's a long shot, but everything so far was.
How does it feel to have lived in these countries?
Depressing, boring, maddening at times, lonely, meaningless etc.
But, experience? Incredible.
I would never change anything I've done. It thought me so much, especially the times of suffering.
People say they see death in my eyes, they are right.
But, I found my meaning of life which is something many never do.
I know that whatever happens - I'm ready to take on it without stress or panic. I literally walk the shadiest corners of Vilnius at night in a coat, waiting for the moment someone will attack me so I can fucking ruin him.
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