Random Scrap:
There had been days when I would lie in bed, close my eyes and imagine walked myself through the streets of Leszno. I would usually walk along the 'planty' but sometimes went as far as the railway bridge. So often when spoke to my parents I imagined them sitting in the living room with a big pot of coffee in the middle of the table. Those little things were what I had missed the most. The classes had ended and the traffic on the streets had started to ease out. With the temperatures going up again, the desert was preparing itself for the dead season. As most places around, Michael's was going to be closed for the summer. That meant no prospect of income or any jobs for the next few weeks. The good news was that I could spend two months in Poland without worrying I was missing anything out. "In twenty days I will be in the skies" I kept telling Gabe, one of the assistants, while killing boredom in the kitchen. I couldn't wait. The day had finally arrived. The plane took off, made a big U-turn over the ocean and I was on my way home.