After I've said "I don't feel comfortable to talk to you again.", I go back into my room. He chases after me and continues to shout at me outside the door!
I manage to convince him to leave at the end. He fell down. I glimpse him from the door to make sure he isn't hurt. Another sleepless night! I'm so scared!
Other than that, he even criticizes my religion and profession... I'm very angry! Being verbally attacked for no reasons. I don't want argument, especially in english, so i hide my anger.
I'm becoming the next victim. Freshly baked whole wheat bread with nuts, 3 pounds, enough for 2 days; A load of white bread, 0.89 pounds, enough for at least 4 days.
My thought: You fussy eater! I have to walk far away to buy, to pay and to be complained... what's the point?
The only thing I can do is give him water and medicine, comfort him that the pain is a good sign as it comes from the growth of bones, like what happened to us in adolescence.
During the period of being a "broadband free-rider", every time when I see someone who looks relatively trendy or rich, I'd assume that he is the 'victim'. I walk faster and avoid any eye contact, guilty conscience!
I hear a rumor that they are related to royalty. They have their own land. They build a big white house on it. I'm more interested in the beautiful and lovely angels, Lily and Grace.
I visit a local family with 2 rabbits. A perfect family that can only be seen in Kellogg's TV commercials. The father worked in advertising in Hong Kong before.
To stop his repeating and tedious talks. I answer "If it's me who gets injured, you'll do the same, right?" To be honest, I'm always the one to be taken care of, I find it difficult to take care of someone. However, it's the first time I've felt that there is not only me in my world.
He stayed in hospital for two extra days. One day spent waiting for the doctor's approval, another day spent waiting for the medicine. Medical treatment, accomodation and meals are all free. That's the reason for the heavy tax in UK!
Returning home from hospital! Call a mini cab, 16 pounds.
I visit him in the following days. I find that train service in London isn't trustworthy! Four consecutive trains are cancelled without explanation. I've been waiting for 2 hours!
The service is up to hotel standard. There are quite a lot of choices on the menu for every meal. After meal, the nurses would come and ask "coffee or tea?"
He was attacked by a black guy who was trying to sell him drugs in Camden Town at 11p.m. last night after saying "What kind of language are you speaking? Is it English?"
After packing the pumpkin and vegetables soup which is the only food I can cook together with some daily necessities, I take the train to a totally new place to me, Hamstead Royal Free Hospital.
I call landlord to make sure the conversation wasn't a dream the next morning. Then I shop for ingredients to make soup. The Turkish boss salutes me as usual.