Chapter 1: Problems
After so much time searching, I finally found a decent apartment in the center of the city. It was used by students of the university so it’s not too big; one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen and one living room.
“This is enough for me.” I said as I added the page to my favourites. “Now I only need to get a part time job and save some money.”
I looked around worried. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea since I know no one and I can’t speak Swedish very well.
“Uhh. . . “I muttered as I tried to think at a solution for this problem. “I know many languages, I could be a translator!” A big grin was drawn on my face after this idea came to my mind. “Yes, it’s not a bad idea at all, _____. Now I just need to find a place where I could get that job.”
I looked around for a little, the walls were beige and the curtains were brown. Those 2 colors made me feel warmer inside, but I still lost in my thoughts.
After a while thinking, I guess I got an idea. “An office. Yup, I could find a job as a translator there. Like, a company wants to expand their business and products to foreign countries; countries like Spain or Latin America! Jaja, creo que me van a necesitar si es eso que ellos quieren.” I chuckled a little and look around again, but this time I was more serious.
“Hmm, if I get a job like that it wouldn’t be a part time anymore. I guess? Would I have time to improve my Swedish?” My eyes were now fixed on the window. The sky was grey and cloudy; I guess it’ll rain today.
“I could always ask someone for help. I mean, there must be someone who is fluent in both English and Swedish.”
Even if I wanted to rest a little, this is a serious matter and I do need to think about it. Sometimes I still remember when I was little and wanted be an adult. “Haha, I guess at that time I didn’t think that adults could have this kind of problems.” I smiled a little as memories filled my mind.
When there was nothing more to remember; better said, when I didn’t want to remember anything else, I went to the bedroom and changed my clothes.
“Now I just need to find an Employment Agency. I hope they can understand English, thought.”
I looked for the keys of my room and put them in the pocket. Then I went out and waited for a taxi to come. The driver asked me where I wanted to go and with my badly spoken Swedish I said: “An Employment Agency.”
The driver did notice my strange accent and asked in English: “Are you a foreigner?”
I felt relieved when I heard him saying these words so I said I was and he smiled.
It didn’t take us long until we arrived to the destination. I paid the kind man and I walked inside the building.
“I hope I will find something.” I thought to myself as I walked around.