The unknown

I hereby dedicate this to my english-speaking friends, who's requested me to translate my blogg. Now, I won't edit my whole blog to english, 'cos I'll be old before I'm done, and because my english sucks atm. I'm improving, promise. Anyway, I'll publish this one in english, and check out the response, see if it's worth the translation. Since I'm applying to universities in the US and the UK maybe I'll have to write in english in the future anyway. You're free to laugh, but not by my horrible spelling or grammars! (I don't have english autocorrection on this computer. It's true, I promise!) Here goes..

I can't understand what anybody are saying. They dont speak the same language as I do. She opens the back of the truck, and urges me to go inside. It's pretty crowded already. Sergej, an elderly Russian man laughs when he sees me, and the frostsmoke(?) that comes with it makes it difficult to see the others. I climb in, and lay down under the window, as the others have done. We must not be seen. What will happen if the authorities find us so, stacked in the trucks? It's cold and the floor is completely wet. The whole car is shake, we're on the move. Pebbles is springing up in the cracks in the floor, and I put a rug to cover over the worst crack. Sergej laughs again. It is a long drive, and I don't know much about the place we're going. If I'm lucky there'll be someone who speaks my language there. The only thing I know is that we will work, when we arrive. Sergej laughs all the way, and it's pretty scary and unknown.

The car stops. Are we discovered? The door opens.


"I love it that you have to sit behind here with the other workers while I actually have the right to drive the company-car" says Siri, my flatmate, laughing..

For those of you english-speaking I've forgotten to update, I work with my flatmate at a company with mostly russian workers. Some of you might have heard me tell stories about my boss? ;)

Lemme know what you think, maybe I'll write blogposts to you guys once in a while.