History of an Italian whatsoever.
Very often, people hope to leave the country without any real justification. London, as well as offering serious advantages in the workplace, where 'present fairly major issues, if you decide to leave the fray. At the end of this story, can you answer these questions:
- This story raises fears of whoever decides to come and live in London?
- And what's' the basic problem that tends to highlight?
- What has this in common with other stories of Italians abroad?
- This story extremes in the negative experience of living abroad?
- And the main character tends to blame most 'himself or others?
- As our hero, you could use your time better? How?
Here you will find the original story. I have just limited to copy and paste its contents.
"... I started to consider moving to London to live and work in October 2006 (NB: before the crisis). From that moment I began to gather as much information as possible on the Internet. On work ' lodging, forums, tips, etc. ... I decided to drop everything and try to start again in London in the new year, right after the holidays. Maybe it was the period mentioned, but I waited until I expired employment contract that I did not like to hope to find something somewhere else after years of total dissatisfaction in Italy. I started with no pretense. I wanted to do any work that was dishwasher or garbage. The idea to leave and start all over again in another country with another language and another culture scares, but is stronger than the desire and curiosity as taking precedence over rationality. Some friends in Italy had decided to leave at the same time for a holiday in London and help me with the opportunity to know some Italian who already knew them in London. This gave me more motivation. arrived in London on the first day I stayed at the hotel as the Italian friends through all of their knowledge could not find anything. Since then I have always been arranged, I found myself alone accommodation in hostels and even a few days at the home of a lady who had used some sort of garage to bedroom to the bathroom but it was necessary to go outside, that is just go outside and at that time the night came quietly to a degree it also snowed a few days later. But the bathroom was still a kind of separate structure without heating. Then for a week in a hostel in Bayswater unlivable paid in advance where the spring mattress was putting discoveries anywhere in the back. The window was broken out the cold of the night and at that time the wind was pulling so hard that the whole structure shook and I could hardly sleep that week. After I complained to the lady who ran the place, I got the window repaired with scotch tape, but since the night was strictly off the heating during the day and there was only a slightly warm heat, I managed to give myself a ' old electric stove that kept close to the bed alleviated the cold. There was no shower but only the bathroom where every turn so you could see strange insects like ticks. Because you could not sleep in that bed I had considered to sleep on the floor, but the room was like a narrow tunnel and there was no room and then I did not know what could be on that floor to carpet. So I tried to fix the clothes and what I had on the springs. All at 210 pounds per week in this kind of room! Then I finally found a place "livable" and cheap (175 pounds per week always double occupancy). Living luck because the mattress was comfortable and there was warming. But the conditions of the structure and cleaning do not count them because I was more than okay, I asked the detergent and a sponge and I cleaned up a bit 'to the best room. He had a bath and shower in the same environment but discharges communicating well, if the neighbor was having a shower and felt dirty water came out from the drain. But that was fine. So much for housing. For work I decided that my job was to get up in the morning and start walking until the evening to find work and accommodation. to be quiet, I had the oyster card with a weekly ticket in zone 1 and 2 of the underground and all the buses in about 24 pounds. To sum up the costs to those who wanted to start this adventure 175 and 24 housing the underground. For food, the Mc-Donald, Burghy etc. are 4.90 pound menu. But you must have a stomach in good condition to hold that pace and it was not my case. But most of the time you eat what you find at the various supermarkets Tesco and Sainsbury's. My English is not the best but I understand and I do understand. Unfortunately I did not have a decent resume written in English and I could not find anyone to help me make one. Then I thought to be a waiter and dishwasher, as I have no experience, I do not think the curriculum might serve. So, while I wandered the city was entering the premises, usually restaurants and Italian, with my usual: "I'm looking for a job." When they saw me enter smiled at me thinking I was a customer, but then it was disheartening to see their expression change apostrophe as I had the plague. From all the Italians I met, and to whom I asked about, I always had to suffer their stories to what they have been good to start from nothing and then they sistemanti. Allow them to speak a little 'and when I asked for details, at the end there was always some relative or friend who had found work in Italy. If we ask you to help me, too, gave me some brief advice come se tutto fosse facile e come se fossi io l’imbecille che non riesce a trovare nulla. Sembra che a Londra non conoscano i job center. A tutti quelli ai quali l’ho chiesto erano al corrente dell’esistenza ma non sapevano dov’erano, comprese le poste che mi hanno indicato un centro dove facevano corsi di inglese. Alla fine mi sono arrangiato con internet. Ma nei job center entri, hai tutti i computer e le riviste con gli annunci ma poi ovviamente li devi chiamare tu. Loro ti danno a disposizione anche il telefono. Ma nessuno mi aveva detto che prima devi fare l’intervista telefonica con un operatore. Quindi se non sai bene l’inglese…. They ask you if you have the NIN (their number), where you stay, age, nationality, etc. ... then they ask you saw that ad, the ad number, etc. ... then they call you and you spend the communication. I wish to warn those who do not know English well that's one thing to be able to see the sites in English, is one thing to communicate with a person where you can also use gestures, but I found an inexplicable difficulty in the telephone conversation. However, the work could not be found. all'adecco I turn, but I just try to say that specialists with fluent English. All jobs in the job-center specify "good Inglese." I've heard of an Italian church in London and I try to go there. It was evening (about 1 and was closed. But on the one hand there were a handful of people. They spoke Italian. I asked about and one told me you can ask him, is the pastor. Kindly ask him if I could take a appointment, but he told me to come and wait hurry up with someone and I would speak. I look a little more than a half hour and I received it. I explain I'm looking for work and accommodation and advice. It 'was very nice, but was disappointed tell me that is not working and that when they call from Italy, advised not to venture because it's not like once you find work easily and labor was scarce. chatting and reflecting, in effect, exports to Eastern Europe many people also graduates who are able to learn very good English at home and go to London prepared to do anything. And if you plan to go to London to learn English, in London there are very few. All spoke English but a few. But I think it's OK to start. Italian meeting and try to start conversation, but I'll be unlucky, or is that Italians are like that, but just meeting people who can tell how well they have been good, to color their story as if they were the only ones in the world to be successful and just as they are usciti da situazioni impossibile che avevano toccato il fondo, sono stati disperati, stavano per dormire in strada, ma ecco che uno spiraglio di luce…. Beh, su internet, nei job center, nelle agenzie interinali e porta a porta niente lavoro. Non mi restava che rivolgermi ad un’agenzia a pagamento dove un italiano narrava che loro ti trovano lavoro e alloggio ma ci mettono un po’. Lo stesso italiano che ho conosciuto la sera al quale ho lasciato il mio numero di cellulare chiedendogli se cortesemente mi poteva mandare un sms con l’indirizzo di questa agenzia, visto che lui era lì da 2 mesi senza aver trovato nulla ma un suo amico l’aveva trovato con l’agenzia. L’sms non è mai come, but I do not think he cared for so much since I told them to him that the money will still get their parents. If I was paying an agency had to stay at least another month waiting for me to find something. This the modest sum of 175 pounds per room, 24 for accommodation and about 5 or 10 for the food that was now the only thing that could save. But nearly three weeks had passed and at that pace would not be able to continue for another month. not know, maybe it tells who we can and all the others remain in the shadows and walk away with their tails between their legs. And I am one of those. After a month I have no right economically. After spending several days in the rain and wind, I also sick with a night of high fever. I stopped believing and I started to aversion to London. I began to see the serious faces, the people walking without turning around, no one smiles at you, the wind is unbearable, the rain ... I saw all around really sad. I started thinking that if I could find an accommodation, I would become so too. The price to pay for experience and to learn English seemed too high and disproportionate. But then I also felt trapped. No work in London and no work in Italy. But I still preferred to return to Italy. The money was running out. Maybe I miscalculated, I may have stopped believing, perhaps I was unlucky, maybe they've come to the wrong time, maybe ... maybe ... maybe. One thing comforts me slightly: read the forums that there are many people who can not find work despite the commitment and dedication. But I am not even advise someone on an adventure, drop everything that we can do it. I am convinced that the success stories are many, otherwise there would be many people in London. But for a trivial percentage calculation, I believe there are also many people who had to fall back in retreat. Ah, I forgot, among the many experiences have happened without my knowledge londistan in the area of \u200b\u200bMuslims to see a property that I had read in the ads. There are indeed all Muslims all around and a few women with burkas and men with beards and those with their clothes all the same thing that white head. I was the only "different". The agency guy, young, friendly and positivissimo. So much to tell me that in London you must of course be positive, otherwise it will not close anything. "You have to be positive in the mind". The apartment I have not got it asked a minimum of 6 months, but was not bad, furnished room with kitchen and spacious bathroom all at 150 pounds a week bill (Expenditure) and furnishings included. But the most important thing is that it is still offered to help me find work, he pointed to two agencies and I said well how to reach them. He told me that there was the best part, better communities and work is easier than in the center. I would have thought that it was for renting the apartment, but I had already said I could not vouch for six months and knew that it was not for me, but has offered to help me anyway. As soon as we said goodbye I walked to the agencies that I had indicated. But the way I began to imagine myself in the midst of those people are totally different from me, a culture to which I have never been identified and that no sono mai riuscito ad accettare. Ho preso il primo bus e sono tornato a cercare in altre zone. Forse saranno coincidenze, ma questo ragazzo mi ha confermato che le altre “razze” su aiutano tra di loro. La conferma mi era arrivata dell’italiano che avevo conosciuto appena arrivato a Londra, quasi una premonizione sulle cattive esperienze con gli italiani che ho incontrato durante la permanenza a Londra. Questo, probabilmente sfruttava il fatto che ero appena arrivato e non ero esperto, cercava in tutti i modi di fregarmi rifilandomi squallide camere condivise a 180 pound al mese. Nel tragitto per andare a visitare queste camere, anziché darmi qualche buon consiglio o aiutarmi a trovare un lavoro col which I could pay him the apartment, was all the two hours to tell me how good he was, how much money he had made, to what his agency was serious, as he paid his house, a word to his wife and daughter born just as if to confirm its success but also because of her intelligence helped him to survive during the first stay in London that he had no money to pay the hostel and was forced to use illegal methods. After I was also told that they had recently withdrawn its license because he was drunk, my confidence in it was practically nothing. The climax reached him with the phrase I will never forget: Italy is an insult to his intelligence. To me, this was too much, but I did not know what I was waiting for the next few days. If you really are so smart, how come in Italy was unable to conclude anything, but in London? If you are really good, valid and intelligent, there is no obstacle, not even Italy. ... Excuse the outburst, rather than a story. The intent is to try to be helpful to someone. The Italians I met not helped me, so I do not want to do the same thing. This is the only help I can give: think before you leave. not only be enchanted by the stories with happy endings ... The desire to leave and work abroad has remained. I do not know if I ever will, but if I depart, I want to be sure that you already have a job. Ah, now I'm still unemployed but here I can still get by with some work in black ... retirement Goodbye ... "
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