I feel... teleported again.

Hello world,

Welcome to my ongoing deja vu, another cycle which will repeat itself somehow within the next year... or maybe even sooner. This is my life, this is what I do:

1) Move to a country
2) Learn a language. If you already speak this country's language carry on to point:
3) Get a mobile number, update CV, print business cards
4) Do a list of all film production companies, which are interesting to you
5) Try to contact all the people, you think might help you achieving point:
6) Get a job...

in the meantime work on a script that will one day become a movie.
and eventually, when you've achieved point 6, and made the movie go back to point 1 but this time pick another place.
If you haven't achieved point 6 go back to point 1 anyway, because what else there is to do there ?

So next stop is... Warsaw. The city of my childhood. Once a cultural and fashionable Paris of the eastern Europe, then a war killzone hell, then a liberated wasteland, then dull and grey communist giant building project and eventually... I have no idea what. Probably chaos, which is not bad, cause out of chaos lots of things can be born, good and bad. I am really hoping for the good ones.

It is to early to say how long I am going to be here. At the moment I feel like I've fallen out of a time space stargate machine. Less than a month ago I was walking with my backpack through tropical jungles of Catalunya, sweating and fighting off wild boars. Now it is full scale winter behind my window, so I'm not trying to look out there too often. On my computer's desktop I have a live webcam feed showing Cuatro Torres in Madrid . I prefer to look there, after all who said sudden changes are easy. They aren't, neither are failed hopes and dreams.