So it’s been a few days since I arrived in London. This city is very cool and big, but I don’t think I will stay here forever. My heart is still in Berlin. I will get back to Germany in next year, at least for a few months. I might eventually settle here, but not at the moment. I’m not sure about what I’m gonna do in the end.
London is a very nice city. It’s HUGE, beautiful, exactly the way I like. It has its problems, like the cost of living and crime. For first world standards the United Kingdom is very violent, but I wouldn’t dare comparing it to South Africa, Brazil and some parts of Russia. The salaries here don’t seem to be that high. It seems they’re higher in Germany, at least for IT. A great thing about the UK is that the people here are *VERY* nice. British people are polite and helpful. I’d say they’re even nicer than Germans(which people usually hate, I don’t know why).
In the past few weeks I got to the end of the rope. For years I’ve been carrying several times more weight than I can. So many traumas of years of physical and emotional abuse are now comming. Ever since I smoked weed for the first time, I cannot repress my emotions anymore. Which is good in some ways. I read a couple psychology books in the past, but nothing focused on childhood traumas. Now I’m reading one that’s focused on it and I hope to get over certain things. I’m quite glad to find out certain things. I got a personality that’s not mine. I’m glad I’m not this looser I’m right now. Two nice things I found out is that I’m not hateful and that I’m not macho. In fact, I hate violence. Now it’s time to bring back the rest of my original personality that was lost years ago and start living a normal, happy life.
I’m having a hard time here in London with the money. Pound sterling bills are quite easy to identify, but coins are a pain in the ass. It’s very hard to read their value. All you can see is a HUGE picture of the queen. A classic example of a cult of personality.