After coming back from Emerald, I stayed few night in Brisbane as I worked for Sherry, philippine girl, and then as she left for Philippines I started to camp outside.
Well, my focus was on my security license and the job resulf of those papers and finally the sponsored visa that might come out of it, but will see how it goes, when the time is up, in May. Anyway, I didn t want to spend much money anymore, really wanted to survive simply, so I didn t take any hostels anymore. 4 nights at least I slept in my sleeping bag next to Roma st train station in Brisbane. In the mornings I went to swim in Southbank which was nice and then my friend Jaanus, that I met month ago, invited me to party in Surfers.
I had been holding my bags in the lockers in trainstation, but then I took all my stuff, except one bag that I left to Sherry s place,(which, is still there) and moved to Surfers. Since then I ve been here. Well, in Gold Coast.
Basically 2 weeks I ve been sleeping in the parks and by the beaches, in Surfers Paradise and by some other lakes or riversides. Most of my bags I kept at Jaanus s place. He lives with one ozzy girl. Some nights I even slept in his car, but mostly outside. It s been I say amazing experience, though the most annoying part was, to carry the stuff. My laptop case, my sleeping bag. I worried about my laptop that can get stolen when I sleep, but it was under my head as I used it as pillow when sleeping, hoping when somebody wants to grab I would have woken up. Never happened anything like that.
One night I started to rain. I hated it. I was just sleeping by the beach in Surfers and I had to find the dry place, but I was hoping it will finish off. I finally moved away, but then it was late already, I was wet. My sleeping bag was wet and I was worrying about my laptop if it s ok. It is still ok, as I am using it writing this blog.
Meanwhile I got appointment for the job and on the New Years Eve I will have my first shift as a security guy.
I just did it for that. I lived for that and hoped I will get it as I wanted to live in Gold Coast. I like here.
As Christmas came closer, I really ran out of money as I hoped I will start working earlier but it delayed, and my first shift was pushed to the New Years Eve. So I had to borrow money. Never want to owe money and don t like to borrow, but had to do it, to live to next wages.
But it didn t bother me so much. What bothered me, was Christmas..
I still had internet on my phone, and got to see, what s happening on facebook.
I didn t care about the gifts and food pictures what everybody shared, but I cared when I saw somebody
writing:
"Christmas is not about gifts its about friends, and family and close ones that you get to see on Christmas. It s the time, when we get to see our loved ones".
When I saw that I just simply felt bad.
I was just getting my sleeping bag ready in the Macintosh park that is next to some kind of river and I sat down on the pench. I took out my pen and notebook and feeling so emotional on that very moment, I wrote that poem(first I wrote it in estonian, but did translate it later into enghlish):
Secretly I cry
This is the first time,
yeah, probably it is
I sleep outside alone
but tomorrow is Christmas
This is the first time,
yeah, probably it is
I miss the ones,
who usually have been around
This is the first time
yeah, probably it is
Secretly I cry
but I will breakthru
Butterfly landed on my cheek
I know there are many around
But still on Christmas Eve,
Is it luck that can come around?
This is the first time
yeah, probably it is,
But the sorrow is gone now.
Butterfly. My soul got turned around.
And that s how it was. When I was writing those rhymes, the butterfly touched me and it just changed my mood so I also gave a poem a happy end.
The miracle is not here. Miracle happened next day on Christmas day.
I heard of Christmas lunch that was organised by St. Peter s church and thought to go there.
"How to get there, I went there, but couldn t find it!" said one man by the local community center when I just got there in the morning.
"I think it is on the corner of South..and Nerang Street" I said.
"Do you know how to get there? Do you know?"
"I think so", I said.
"I get my car here in a minute and drop you there too", he went to get his car.
As he was driving one lady came near and asked if anybody wants to go there.
She knew where the place was so she came with us.
Lunch was really nice. I met one taiwanese girl that I d met just couple days ago as well so we sat together.
It was all organised and they even gave a Christmas present for everyone who came. It was a surprise.
It was all nice. The guy who organised the lunch came to talk to me as well.
I told him, that it really made me a Christmas feeling as I am travelling on my own and far away from home.
Taken from the Christmas lunch
It all last like 1 hour. Then we started to leave, I went out with that taiwanese girl and that woman who knew where the place was.
"So where are you living?" she suddenly asks.
Taiwanese girl already knew that I was camping outside.
"Well, I m just camping outside. I m not sure, where I m gonna sleep tonight", I laughed.
She got a bit serious and said:
"You look good boy, why don t you come and stay at my place couple nights, until you get your job and stuff?" she asked then.
I was a bit surprised. Didn t expect that. But of course I couldn t say no. So I got a place to stay in.
She prepared a Christmas dinner as well and I felt that I really had the Christmas feeling.
When having that dinner I reminded my poem I wrote last night on that bench. I told about it to her and translated it into english. And then I realised that BUTTERFLY really had a roll in my luck.
This woman told me then I can stay at her place until I get my first wages. Anything better I couldn t even imagine. Amazing. A real Christmas Miracle. What else I can say?
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