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Hey-ho, so it has been a year since the stuff got really tough Living abroad makes distinguishing nice people from not difficult. As an election exit-poll volunteer i saw how many nice at the first glance people can actually be the people who vote for putler.

So, here we go, writing this many days later. I got my first real documents here, congrats to me. Interesting thing, for the people arrived around the time i arrived i took like 2 weeks to get it.

He-he-he.. long time i didn’t have anything like that. So, i was walking around the hotel at night, a little bit of exploring. it was already a little late, i spent like an hour trying to understand how to walk from the area we’re in to the area next to it.

Ufff, that was a day. I STUDY SPANISH TWICE A DAY. In the morning from like 10 to 11:30, and in the evening from 5 to like 7.

We live not badly, several days have passed already. Every day there is something to do, but more is added. On the first day I went to the airport to pick up my luggage that I did not pick up on the day zero, and guess what, I walked there for several hours, picked up one suitcase, and the second one went to Buenos Aires.

Overall.. It was very hard to pack and fly. No fucking way I could fit everything in, I left half of my things in Vietnam. At the same time I was packing my suitcases for almost 12 hours straight.