I had had a terrible week. It was one of those long spells of bad luck, as my dearly departed mother used to say. Nothing seemed to go right. Everything I tried went terribly wrong. The lousy weather waited for me to go out to start pouring. The trams were delayed. The food in my fridge would rot faster than usual. Everything was a fucking mess. And there was nothing I could do. All I could do was wait until the spell of shit would break and disappear. I was going home after work. Of course, I would miss the tram home and would have to wait for an extra set of 15 minutes in the rain. At least the fog made all the scenery more interesting. I was one who would try to look at the positive side of things, no matter how crappy things were, I would always find something to smile at and about. My phone lit with notifications coming. My bank account had rejected my Amazon payments. Spotify had also been rejected. I couldn't listen to music while going home. Fuck!, This is too much! I thoug
I had been here for over 15 years. I felt like a member of the people here. I knew their habits and flaws like the back of my hand. I always knew that this was my happy place. I mean, I knew it the minute I understood their humor. And I had also bowed not to move until I had tried everything that a country has to offer. The culture, their hobbies, and their food. And it's not that I conformed, this place grew on me and I stayed. As simple as that. Yet, there were many things that I hadn't been able to achieve. And one of those things was, to have a real friend. I knew many people. Yet, it never came close to what I had with my best friends, who of course, I met when I was in High School. Nothing ever came close to that. No matter how hard I tried. And this made me feel defeated at times. I couldn't shake the feeling of not being able to make a real friend in 15 years. I had tried hanging out with my colleagues. I had tried hanging out with my clients. I had tried hanging o