Every one of us have a story to tell, but not every one has a courage to tell this story. Some are affraid that it is just a waste of time, some thinks too good about it.
Where do I begin my story? I have so much to tell, just how do I start? I suppose... 9th of august 2000 I was sitting on a plane to UK.It was brand new begining for me, new page of my life. Just few month ago I turned 20 and I was feeling very grown up. As I sat on that plane I was wandering whats waiting for me out there? My heart was racing with fright and excitment. I was hoping for better tomorrow.
To put you in a better picture I have to tell you all about my journey. It started on 8th of august 2000. At that time it was complicated to enter UK if you were eastern european (eg. lithuanian, latvian, polish etc.),and I am lituanian. So my trip supposed to be : Lithuania - Estonia and Estonia - UK. Ticket showed flight times like it supposed to and my ticket to estonia was with overnight stay. As soon I arrived to Tallinn I was told that overnight stay been discontinued and I need to find other place to stay. I was very angry. How official travel company can sell tickets with hotel when is no hotel? My finances was very limited, it was nearly midnight and I don't speak estonian. I was f***ed.I feelt lost and abandoned. It felt like the whole world is against me. How I found guest house that it is a half an hours talk by it self. Cutting long story short, I got a room without windows with water pipes going through the room everywhere and with little room mates 'cockroaches'! I was affraid to fall a sleep. The Finale was when I walked to reception to ask for cup of coffe there it was receptionis selling a prostitute to a guest and offering to buy a bittle of cheep bubly. At that point I wasn't sure if I will get out of there. Everything after that went reasonably smooth.
So there I was sitting next by the window(on aeroplane) next to lovely old couple which just have visited Baltic States. It was nice to talk to them, they just calm me down and time flew by.
As I arrived in Gatwick my heart start racing again. It was a moment of truth: Am I a good actress? I had to lie to migration officer in the face and if I will do good job he will let me in the country. So here I am, standing in the front of this young officer, looking straight in to his deep blue eyes, smiling and talking a lot. He did asked me a few questions about what am I doing here and how long I will be staying, I answered all questions with extra details. I tryed to be as bubly as I could. Ad the end of interwiev officer was glad to get rid of me and I was glad that I made it in the uk. I was so pleased and happy, and I thought that my worries was gone, over. Only if I knew how much more SHIT God gonna send my way.