Telling a story is a hard and tricky thing. Especially when the story you want your reader to follow is about all and only you. And more again when it is supposed to bring the author a special action from the reader; such as leaving a simple tweet or offer an appointment. And when you finally come to figure out that you will have to achieve this exploit in an borrowed language, then you feel the long path you still have to walk down. As a matter of fact, none of those things is fearing me out so far.
Maybe that's because I have done this already ?
I mean, hop on a boat, cross the seas and find myself somewhere nearby the O'Connelly Bus Station in a frosty cold december Irish fog, seeking for accomodation and a job in the City.
What I did first, was storing the fridges of an over-crowded Irish traditional Pub on the Eve's night, having to understand perfectly what was asked me to do while I hadn't spend more than two days on the Island ! And I guess I did pretty good, working daily in a café, for a period of four months.
If my hint there had been to settle down and start a career, I think I would have been pleased to stay much longer with the people at that place I worked in. Something happened anyway between Dublin, The Irish People, The land Itself and I. Something I want to fell once more.
But What would I bring to Ireland?
Because it is no matter of just taking with no sharing, there are some things I hope I will be able to bring to you, all parts of the different aspects of my personality. But I will end on this for today, letting you know about that soon !
I really hope you'll discover that blog, start to spend some time reading it as it will grow along the things I will had later. This is the very beginning of expressing my project out, so don't blame me on it for now, please !
