![]() ![]() Occasionally my neo-nazi friend would meet me after work and we would go to a pub. Tipperary accent was really hard to understand and I avoided customers as much as I could. On my way to work almost everyone greeted me, which at first was very unusual. Within a week’s time I found a job as a salesperson in a photography shop. #VARIOUS CAFE DEL GOA 1 CD BLOGSPOT FREE#The landlord was kind to me and occasionally gave me free tuna. We had a small shop in our house and every noon school kids would come to buy snacks. He lived in the same house as us and I remember the living room that was stained in his dog’s blood, canine estrus. What was worse – our landlord who was an Irish man, also hated everyone, but white. No, he did not wear white laces, leather jacket and wasn’t shaved. Straight to the point, my new friend turned out to be racist. And all that time I felt like a futurist who needed noise and speed. When I was a child mum used to send me to a country side to help grandparents plucking weeds and collecting Colorado beetles. I was born in a small town and always wanted to escape to a bigger city. But from a small town I moved to even smaller town. The two months spent in Nenagh were unbearable. As naive as I was I tried to explain him that I came for work and nothing else. He tried contacting her, but she cut all ties. He told me he moved to Ireland with his girlfriend, but one morning he woke up and she was gone, with all her stuff. It got me drunk pretty quickly, but sleeping in one bed with a guy I met only once was still pretty awkward. And it turned out that all hostels and B&Bs were full. After arriving to the city centre we hopped on dart and went to Bray for a day. He was delighted to hear from me and immediately proposed to move over to his small Irish town. He was a Latvian guy I met once in Riga and hoped he could help. I couldn’t find a job even on a factory and therefore tried contacting somebody I knew in Ireland. So I left too.īack in winter 2008 Doncaster was packed with immigrants queueing in agencies for any kind of work. In the beginning of the 00s many Latvians started rapidly leaving the country in hope for a better life. At night she cried and screamed at her Pakistani boyfriend and I was sticking fingers in my ears to reduce the noise. My Latvian housemate was a single mother in her late 40s who left her 12-year old son in Latvia and moved to England for work on the factory. And it rained a lot in January in Doncaster. ![]() Every time it rained, water was dripping on the floor in my room. #VARIOUS CAFE DEL GOA 1 CD BLOGSPOT FULL#I left a place that had no shower head or toilet seat, but was full of cockroaches. Moving to Ireland in 2008 was my escape from a Fight Club house. ![]()
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