Yea I know, the headline is kind of confusing. Just like changing languages all the time. To be honest I started writing in Dutch, but I thought the blogg would be easier to read for the people I just met if it was written in English. So here is my first try.

To start of: I would like to thank everybody for reading. Some of my pages are close to 80 views. I think that's amazing in my first week of writing.

Second of all: A brief summary of my first three stories. Don't worry, just the headlines, nothing more.

My first to stories were mainly about the Mexican guy who was supposed to move in here but never showed up, untill he did. Also I was just writing about how I felt my first few days here. In my second story I told you all that the Mexican guy, Santiago, exists. Also I told you that there was this German moving in, that part will be continued. This was also the first time I set you, the reader, a challenge. I asked you to do the following: Try to communicate an entire day in a language that is not the language you learned when you were a kid and to also use as less English as possible. I know that if you read this summary you most of time allready will have to deal with this because you're most likely in my school.

My last storie mainly just set a challenge. Try to say the next scentence as fast as possible: Stavo camminando per la strada, quando sono scivolato su un buccia di banana. My pronounciation can be found on my facebook-page. Just search for Laszlo Raats.

On that note i'll continue where I stopped writing: Friday afternoon.

After I went to drink something with Caio and George on thursday evening I saw George just that Friday morning. I didn't see him the rest of the day. After I wrote my last story I went out to go for an apperitife. The idea is very simple, you buy a drink for about 5 euro's and you can get 4 or 5 plates of food. Nice right? Thought so too. The idea was to go to this disco afterwards. I waited 'till everybody was finished, ready to go, and finally moving. At the moment we almost arrived at the disco I decided not to go and at 23:30 I decided to go back home. I'm glad that I choose not to go to the disco 'cause it turned out to be an hour long walk from the disco to home. Didn't see that one comming when I agreed to come.

The rest of the weekend isn't worth mentioning, except for just a few things. As it turned out Santiago was around sometimes though none of us saw George the entire weekend. Maybe this starts to explain the headline. By the way, to answer your questions, Santiago is a nice guy. He's 18 years old, very introvert, and plays the guitar. As it turns out, he stays untill the same weekend as I do, so I'm allmost certain we'll get along.

Yesterday evening is also worth mentioning. As nobody yet knows, we have this disgusting, grose, fat grill in our kitchen, but it works and is easy in use. So I decided to make my own evening meal on the grill that night. Just some bread with some ham and cheese, nothing special. Next thing I know, some fat from the cheese falls on the heating element. That element was that hot and that grose that the fat caught fire together with all the little bits of burned food that was left there for over six months. So the electric grill turned into an indoor barbeque. Not exactly what you wish for but we got the fire out very quickly.

Thirst thing Caio said after we put out the flames was: Maybe we should clean this thing. My response: That might be a good idea.

So when I was finnished with school today I bought some extra cleaning stuff, went home, and was planning on cleaning. When I got home George's room was open, and all I saw were some leggs of a lady. Decided to leave them alone and start cleaning. Five minutes later the girl walks into the kitchen and was kind of surprised to see me there. She returned to George without saying anything less than a surprised 'Hello' and I didn't see her for 5 minutes again. I guess at that moment they decided to look for an hotel in the neigbourhood because they left just after i finnished my half an hour taking cleaning task of letting the grill shine again. Expected is that George will not return before Thursday, the day before he has to leave our house.

On that note becomes the existing one the unexisting one, and the unexisting one, the existing one. So there you got your headline explanation.

A challenge? Well i'll make it easy for you, you can choose this time. Either I'll challenge you to clean something you haven't cleaned in over six months, just like I did today, Or you'll try to cook something tonight with just the stuff in your fridge. No supermarkets allowed! Tried that yesterday and it's not so difficult. In fact my lunch was made out of bits and pieces we found in the kitchen, and it was delicious!

So I'm looking forward to your comments and i'm also looking forward to the reaction on the challenges / any sort of proof that you tried to do one. Because with allmost 80 readers there should be at least someone who has given one of them a try.

For me this blogg isn't just a space where I write stories, but also a space where, I sincerely hope it will succed, there will be a certain interactivity between readers. Not between readers and me, although I like that too, but mainly between readers.

To be continued.

(Time spent writing: 1 hour and 5 minutes.)