Random Scrap:
The plan was to come to London, stay with my brother and find a temporary job (preferably legal but anything will do) and make a few thousand pounds to pay off some of the money I borrowed from Tomek. Maybe save a bit more to for the upcoming semester. The reality was that everyone was looking for someone already with 'city experience' and the name Berkeley on my CV did not seem to make the desired impression. In other words, no one in Britain seemed to care. I would look with envy at the people with suits on the tube. At the end I found an unpaid work experience at a charity running a development program on Madagascar. I was in charge of research which meant that I was compiling a list of email addresses of universities and organisations we could target for volunteers. The office was small but people were very nice and at the end the boss wrote me a nice recommendation letter. The rest of my time I spent on enjoying London nightlife and the distinct smell of the city in summer - a mix of heat, smell of sewage and beer. I was broke but happy.