May 2017 – dahliacanny's

Well, since couple months ago, I decided to set my active accounts, real private. I used to share every single thing publically. I shared my private email address, phone number, even I uploaded my CV on my blog. It’s a CV. My personal data is written there. What for? I have no idea why I put my CV on my blog. So reckless.

Even, I used to put my web url on my account’s description. Well, it’s a blog. What is written in my blog supposed to be accessible to anyone and I can’t stop it. I stop publishing it because.. ya just because. I don’t want people to read it. But, I keep writing on my blog. Silly.

Well, you are here right now. Reading my blog. That’s mean you’re lost, or… I assume you tried to know me from Mr. Google. Typed my name in google and then this web is on the first on the list. If you did, that’s mean you wanna know something about me. Congratulation, you got it.

That’s what I am too late to realizeeeeeee ( o ow, bruno mars). I didn’t realize that Google knows everything about me and tell everyone about it. Of course, it was my fault. I shared everything. It’ll be so scary if you imagine it.

Suddenly when I was about to sleep, I remember one person. A man. A wise generous man that help me during my project in Warszawa. On the first time we met, he took me and my 2 friends around the neighborhood and then to the Auchan (European supermarket?). He insisted on buying us groceries for our kitchen. He put everything into the stroller that we might need (because he knew that we won’t do it since we didn’t want to owe him), He suggested us several best polish snacks, halal food for me, best drinks, chocolate, candy, etc. He suggested us where and how to travel in Poland and EU. And also, he and his wife provided us the best accommodation plus free wifi and washing machine :). His wife, who’s also kind and super beautiful, unfortunately only able to speak in Polish and French. So, we can’t communicate as easy as to her husband.

He’s the owner of the kindergarten where I did my project in Warszawa. Mr. Matthew. I apologize, sir, firstly because if I misspelled your name. And second, because I can’t find your last name so I have no clue where to reach you and your wife. You’re such the best person I’ve ever met in Poland. You took care of us as we’re like your children. When we got trouble, you tried every single way to fix it. I, on behalf of my two other friends, would like to apologize that we weren’t able to do a proper way to say goodbye before we leave. I was so lucky to be able to join your beautiful and colorful kindergarten for several weeks. I pray that you and your wife may enjoy a good day every single day.

PS: Thanks to google maps for the featured photo.

Google Knows

Dear Mr. Matthew