Nr.1

So welcome to my blog, I guess…

             
First off, don’t expect me to write about my lunch. I don’t like the usual blogger-reader relationship (blogger being the one with life and reader being the one who has nothing else to do, than to read blogs) so I just want to share my experiences and my attitude to life. I aim to inspire.

I live in Europe. Czech republic to be exact (the little piece of land between Germany and Poland – the crossroad between western, civilized Europe and the eastern part, that is under Russia’s influence).

I speak Czech as my mother tongue, so excuse my English please. I also speak french a little bit.

I go to prestigious high school PORG, founded by the son of Czech president. PORG is quite inpopular here in CZ, because goverment opposition has managed to create illusion, that PORG is funded by government  and since that, we are just a school of „rich people’s kids, little arrogant bastards, who got their place in the world bulit by their papas and mamas.“

It’s not like that.

I’m 16.

I have just arrived this morning from a one-week school trip (we have only 200 students, so we can go on a trip all together).

The hangovers in the morning, while philosophing about spanish Manneristic poems of 16th century are hard to forget. Going to smoke to the beach in middle of the night felt quite poetic too, especially when you’re carrying a girl, who couldn’t find her shoes on your back.

But don’t think I get any of this for free. During this single week I’ve spent my whole paycheck for English lessons I give to little kids in my free time.
(no matter how little of it I have).

Life doesn’t have to be happy to be beatiful, for beauty may be hidden in little things.