...town I was born in. To Slupsk. How? My mother’s „friend” was supposed to keep in her home till my mother would sooner or later return to Poland and take me to new home. But not only my mother got quiet and there were no answers for over three weeks. Once that „friend” got married, this tuesday by surprise I was taken out from that home and as I found out yesterday, my most recent new works got somewhere lost in process and I have to start almost all over again from new, leaving some stuff aborted and unfinished. AGAIN!!! Those fucking Nazis, that „friend” with her present husband and new family... they even were vulgarly disrespecting myself, my artworks, my genitals, my sexuality... they even called me a parasite while I even tried helping that bitch in home works and give her good times with my company and my arts! Of course she shouted at me for washing her dishes as if I was fucking radioactive! No wonder many normal people would prefer foreigner girlfriend instead of Polish ones! Not as curvy at usual as Canadians and Americans but for sure not a good option either! What now? Well, much to my surprise my father helps me now. He and his new family. Looks like he and his family are good people but for how long and is that all for real in the end? I already am a paranoid, so I don’t have own answers for such a question anymore. I had a life in Gdansk. Now... perhaps I should had just died after my last girlfriend... one thing is sure. Once I get rich enough I move out from Poland forever and I’ll return only either as a corpse or as a new Putin. Because since I found out how delusional fanatics Ukrainians in my personal experience actually are... well, serves them right for what Bandera and UPA did to Poland in previous century! Remember Wolyn! If I return alive, by my bad memories I shall denazificate Gdansk and Kaszuby! With blood of tens, hundreds and thousands! I’ve had it with such a people to the point birth of new dictators! Because dictatorship rules!