Now hit the streets...

[barush]

So I have the plane ticket to London. No turning back now, unless I want my mother to either kill me or demand the money back. 'Cause the ticket was like super expensive. But I needed the exact dates so there was no other option, eh. Then I'll pay another horrendous amount of money for the the train to Bradford and in the end I'll be like absolutely broke. At that time, the working for free will start. Actually, I'm starting to question my sanity. Because, you see, I hate kids. And I'm gonna work with them for two whole weeks. Disabled kids, no less. Supposing, of course, that I'll get there somehow. Because, let's face it, I can't find my way in Prague, let alone London or some other UK city. Too late for second thoughts though. Oh well.