Erasmusowe Love
Historia tekstu, który Wam tu prezentuję jest krótka. Pewien fanpage ogłosił konkurs walentynkowy na najlepszą historię miłosno-erasmusową. Ja co prawda nie śledzę ów fanpage'a, ale od czego ma się świadkową, prawda? Konkursu nie wygrałam, co postrzegam w kategorii niedopatrzenia, tudzież zwykłego ludzkiego błędu, bo przecież wiadomo, że nasza historia nie ma sobie równych... Prawda?
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How does this story actually start…? Hm, probably exactly as every other one… Once upon a time there was a girl, who decided to go on Erasmus. Oh, actually… Once upon a time there was an ESNer, who (as every other ESNer) decided to go on Erasmus. Yeah, this is better, it tells more, I like it. So the girl prepared the documentation, filled in the application form and a few months later took a plane to Austria. The adventure starts here. :)
September 2014
I rent a room in a dorm, but as I arrived a bit early, it was pretty lonely. I mean… Soon did I meet my neighbors, but the one I liked the most went away for a business trip and came back after almost a week. Very kind, clever, and a good talker. It was a relief, when I by chance bumped into him in a supermarket right in front of our dorm after he had come back. He asked about my plans for the evening (none) and if I would like to join him and his friends for a party (of course I did)… My Erasmus was finally starting!
Oh, now I am realizing that maybe I gave you the impression that the first person I connected to was the one this story is about..? So sorry, I didn’t mean to, AT ALL. But seriously… Wouldn’t it be too romantic?
So in evening we left from our dorm to meet one of my neighbor’s colleagues in the main square of Graz. He explained me that the party was actually in another dorm, where friends of his colleague lived. The colleague was supposed to take us to the dorm… And there he was waiting for us.
What you need to know at this point is that my name is Ola, which is pronounced exactly like Spanish ‘hola’, and that when I meet new people I usually only give a handshake and say my name… So it actually goes this way: handshake, ‘Ola’, no other words. When I introduced myself that evening, the guy with a huuuuge smile started his monologue: ‘I am not Spanish! I am Italian! Everyone takes me for Spanish though! And I speak a bit of Spanish… But I’m Italian!’… I was waiting – at some point he had to breath, right? So when he did, I answered: ‘that’s okay… But I’m still Ola… Ola is my name’. I was like: ‘awwww, what a funny cute guy’, he was a bit confused... Somehow he wanted to save face, so he asked me to do exactly the same thing with everyone… Easy peasy, I had to present myself to other people anyway. He was following me with this big smile of satisfaction asking people what my name actually is. Have I mentioned that the group consisted mainly of Spanish people? The outcome was that I actually did not tell my name to anybody, instead they all thought I spoke Spanish… Because, you know, OLA!
He and I ended up having a very long and very friendly conversation. I remember laughing a lot, I really enjoyed his company. At the end of the night, we all went to a club… Or at least we all tried to go to a club. I was not 21 yet, my birthday was in two weeks and they did not let me in. Vittorio – the Italian, NOT Spanish – was the only one not to leave me behind, he didn’t enter either and walked me home…. And nothing, this is how the evening ended. :)
But then, everything happened so fast. He walked me to the dorm every time we went out (probably mainly because it is not difficult to understand I have no orientation at all), we started to spend a lot of time together: at his place, at my place, with the group, on trips… We did not want to engage though, eventually I was there only for one term, and we had to be careful… So I very carefully applied for extension of my Erasmus period for the second term, and of course I got it. In January we went to the ski jumping World Cup in Zakopane. It was amazing. I go there every year since I was a child and I was a bit upset that I wouldn’t be able to see the contest that year. So the next day Vittorio just texted me: you take care of tickets and accommodation, and I will rent the car… It was his first World Cup in ski jumping. (Not the last one though.) :)
Sticking to ‘being very careful’ strategy – in May he visited my family home in Warsaw, and in August I met his family in Naples. I also started to learn Italian. So if you’d like a pro tip, it is very efficient to go to Austria, if you want to learn some Spanish or Italian. :D
You know what they say: ‘all good things must come to an end’. I don’t agree. Of course as my Erasmus ended I did come back home and Vitto stayed in Austria… For two years we had a long distance relationship and sometimes it was sooo tough. He started to look for a job in Poland, but with no success, as he did not speak Polish… He moved to Sweden though. And please don’t ask me why, because no good answer comes to my mind right now.
After that two years we decided that we have to meet somewhere in the middle cause it was too frustrating seeing each other from time to time only. So I looked for a way to move to Sweden, something on the way went wrong and we ended up in Italy… A very weird definition of ‘in the middle’ but eventually, in 2017, we were together. :)
From that moment everything was way simpler….
We met in Graz, Austria in September 2014. We got engaged in Rimini, Italy in May 2018. And got married near Warsaw, Poland in August 2019. Just a month ago we moved to Belgium, because… Seriously because… Why not? As I said, not all good things come to an end. Erasmus did, but the adventure continues and to be honest… Could it ever go any better than it actually did?
As I also said, it would be too romantic, if he was the first person I met… So he was the second. :P And by the way, my first friend from the dorm? He also got a pretty good story to tell: he met a girl back there in Austria, together they moved away, got married and they have a child. :)
A, bo bym zapomniała! Tekst jest w języku angielskim, jak w oryginalnej wersji konkursowej.
Zresztą... Przecież część z Was zna już tę historię!
How does this story actually start…? Hm, probably exactly as every other one… Once upon a time there was a girl, who decided to go on Erasmus. Oh, actually… Once upon a time there was an ESNer, who (as every other ESNer) decided to go on Erasmus. Yeah, this is better, it tells more, I like it. So the girl prepared the documentation, filled in the application form and a few months later took a plane to Austria. The adventure starts here. :)
September 2014
I rent a room in a dorm, but as I arrived a bit early, it was pretty lonely. I mean… Soon did I meet my neighbors, but the one I liked the most went away for a business trip and came back after almost a week. Very kind, clever, and a good talker. It was a relief, when I by chance bumped into him in a supermarket right in front of our dorm after he had come back. He asked about my plans for the evening (none) and if I would like to join him and his friends for a party (of course I did)… My Erasmus was finally starting!
Oh, now I am realizing that maybe I gave you the impression that the first person I connected to was the one this story is about..? So sorry, I didn’t mean to, AT ALL. But seriously… Wouldn’t it be too romantic?
So in evening we left from our dorm to meet one of my neighbor’s colleagues in the main square of Graz. He explained me that the party was actually in another dorm, where friends of his colleague lived. The colleague was supposed to take us to the dorm… And there he was waiting for us.
What you need to know at this point is that my name is Ola, which is pronounced exactly like Spanish ‘hola’, and that when I meet new people I usually only give a handshake and say my name… So it actually goes this way: handshake, ‘Ola’, no other words. When I introduced myself that evening, the guy with a huuuuge smile started his monologue: ‘I am not Spanish! I am Italian! Everyone takes me for Spanish though! And I speak a bit of Spanish… But I’m Italian!’… I was waiting – at some point he had to breath, right? So when he did, I answered: ‘that’s okay… But I’m still Ola… Ola is my name’. I was like: ‘awwww, what a funny cute guy’, he was a bit confused... Somehow he wanted to save face, so he asked me to do exactly the same thing with everyone… Easy peasy, I had to present myself to other people anyway. He was following me with this big smile of satisfaction asking people what my name actually is. Have I mentioned that the group consisted mainly of Spanish people? The outcome was that I actually did not tell my name to anybody, instead they all thought I spoke Spanish… Because, you know, OLA!
He and I ended up having a very long and very friendly conversation. I remember laughing a lot, I really enjoyed his company. At the end of the night, we all went to a club… Or at least we all tried to go to a club. I was not 21 yet, my birthday was in two weeks and they did not let me in. Vittorio – the Italian, NOT Spanish – was the only one not to leave me behind, he didn’t enter either and walked me home…. And nothing, this is how the evening ended. :)
But then, everything happened so fast. He walked me to the dorm every time we went out (probably mainly because it is not difficult to understand I have no orientation at all), we started to spend a lot of time together: at his place, at my place, with the group, on trips… We did not want to engage though, eventually I was there only for one term, and we had to be careful… So I very carefully applied for extension of my Erasmus period for the second term, and of course I got it. In January we went to the ski jumping World Cup in Zakopane. It was amazing. I go there every year since I was a child and I was a bit upset that I wouldn’t be able to see the contest that year. So the next day Vittorio just texted me: you take care of tickets and accommodation, and I will rent the car… It was his first World Cup in ski jumping. (Not the last one though.) :)
Sticking to ‘being very careful’ strategy – in May he visited my family home in Warsaw, and in August I met his family in Naples. I also started to learn Italian. So if you’d like a pro tip, it is very efficient to go to Austria, if you want to learn some Spanish or Italian. :D
You know what they say: ‘all good things must come to an end’. I don’t agree. Of course as my Erasmus ended I did come back home and Vitto stayed in Austria… For two years we had a long distance relationship and sometimes it was sooo tough. He started to look for a job in Poland, but with no success, as he did not speak Polish… He moved to Sweden though. And please don’t ask me why, because no good answer comes to my mind right now.
After that two years we decided that we have to meet somewhere in the middle cause it was too frustrating seeing each other from time to time only. So I looked for a way to move to Sweden, something on the way went wrong and we ended up in Italy… A very weird definition of ‘in the middle’ but eventually, in 2017, we were together. :)
From that moment everything was way simpler….
We met in Graz, Austria in September 2014. We got engaged in Rimini, Italy in May 2018. And got married near Warsaw, Poland in August 2019. Just a month ago we moved to Belgium, because… Seriously because… Why not? As I said, not all good things come to an end. Erasmus did, but the adventure continues and to be honest… Could it ever go any better than it actually did?
As I also said, it would be too romantic, if he was the first person I met… So he was the second. :P And by the way, my first friend from the dorm? He also got a pretty good story to tell: he met a girl back there in Austria, together they moved away, got married and they have a child. :)
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