"In Summer 2016, I was in my home in Antalya looking at my acceptance letter just arrived from Poznan and I felt a bit worried that time. I was reading the letter again and again. Trying to read that address information which is written in such an unfamiliar language. It looked so weird and I was talking to myself. Poznan… Poland… Why did I even choose that Country to go?
All others were saying its deadly cold out there and they speak one of the hardest languages in the world and there are many other options to go and bla.bla.bla. But I already made a decision and it was pointless to regret now.. So I took my luggage and moved on…

3 October 2016 I was in a red Polskibus with numerous questions and worries in my mind. While carrying my heavy suitcase from Poznan Glowny to Jowita Dormitory, I already started to feel like my adventure was begun. That night I closed my eyes and fell asleep really quick. When I opened my eyes, it was 20th of February 2017. It was the day to say goodbye to a dream. It was most probably one of the saddest and hardest days of my life. It was the end. No more Lech Beer, No more Biedronka, No more Mickiewicza Park, no more Esn events, no more Lech Poznan matches, no more Pijalnia, no more “Dzien Dobry” in the mornings. It was just  “Goodbye Rico..” that I could here…

So coming back to real life was really tough. I was going to school, meeting my friends, spending time with family, working part-time in a company and stuff. But never been able to stop that feeling inside me. One day I checked my University’s International Affairs website and I saw there will be only one lucky person from my faculty to go have an erasmus programme with a scholarship. The only thing to do was to pass the exam and get the best grade. Even right now I can remember how happy I was that time when I read that news. Because the fire of hope inside me was lit..

5 February 2018. I am one of the happiest guy carrying his suitcase and singing in Bukowska Street. I was back. I was in Jowita again. I was with my lovely polish people. They were always the nicest and the kindest people ever for me. I was feeling like one of them. A bit darker skinned but it was okay. :D So that night I slept in my cozy room number 713 in peace and had my best dream which last 5 months. So another dream was over. But it was not the same feeling this time.

23 June 2018. I was in my friend Maciej’s car, moving to Berlin to catch my flight. I was watching around and trying to remember all I did that year. Krakow trip, Kultowa meetings, Malta Lake memories, Warta River drinkings.. Everything was really beautiful. Sometimes I was just going to Rondo Kaponiera and taking a random tram to see the city. Walking through Stary Rynek streets on an early Sunday morning was unforgettable. Getting a delicious Zapiekanka at 5am in the morning was priceless. And I remembered a quote from a movie. It was saying:

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.”

And I realised something. I realised why I was not so sad this time. Because deep inside I knew something. Deep inside, a voice was telling me “This is not a real goodbye yet.”

I love you Poznan. I love you Poland and all Polish People. I promise on everything, that story did not end. Because one day I will be back. Do zobaczenia wkrótce…"