In homage to Indian guys

Originally writing at 27th Sep

This post is in honour to Krish. Krish is a party student guy from India (yes, I keep attracting Indian people..hehehe...) The first time I saw Krish was at the International Evening organized by the Student Union to welcome the new students. They invited all Freshers to go to a ballroom and offered us some entertainment. I got really surprised how the students were so keen to expose themselves in a not professional theatre show.

Krish was one of these students. He played a guy who was leaving home and saying goodbye to his mother and getting some advice about alcohol, sex and girls. “No girl, Krish, never. Girls just come behind your money”. It was funny especially because of his Indian accent. I didn’t talk to Krish that night but I met him at the street and I could not stop myself and not compliment him for his performance. He was with another girl, Semani, a Nigerian girl who loves Brazil. We exchange emails and two nights later I was sleeping in his flat. (No, no, no... if you are about to ask).

Krish knew I was looking for a place, spending a lot of money in the hostel, so he invited me to stay in his place temporarily.

Thanks Krish! You save me 45 pounds and gave the opportunity to meet Pablo, Marie, Semani and Joy. After these three nights at Krish’s place, finally, I found a landlord who accepted a 4 months contract. (He also has a mental illness – I am being followed by this people).

My new house, a 5 bedroom one, is at Harrington Drive, in Lenton neighbourhood. 25 minutes walk to the University and to the City Centre. I am just in between both. And my neighbours are great! A half French-English girl, Julia, gave us some kitchen utilities such as dishes, glasses, cups, pans and borrow us a hover. She lives next door with more 3 more people. And guess what, one of them is a Canadian guy. I went to her house to take the hover and he said: “ I love your sweater”. I was with my moleton from British Columbia/CA. Yes, I came to England to meet Canadian people, thing that almost didn’t happen when I was there.