hey guys here i am to told you a little story about my life in Denmark.

The scene take place a friday morning at 9am i was waiting for the bus to visit Aalborg. Then a guy ask me "what time is it ?" i answer then he started to talk about everything. I notice that he was probably drunk but the fact is he was at the football match the day before and his team win so he celebrate the victory during the night. He had a terrible accent and he was searching a lot of word so i knew he was not for Denmark.

I ask him and he told me he was from Poland and when i told him that my name is kaczynski (same name as the Polish president) he offert me a beer and said "curwa" every 5 sec i guess he was happy. Honnestly drink a beer at 9am ... its not the best beer of youre life. I told him that i wanted to visit Aalborg so he show me where i should i go on the bus map, It was kinda hard to understand what he said the mix between polish english is kinda horrible.

we took the same bus and i ask him a bit about how he went to Denmark how does he live here etc ... so i learn lot of things about Denmark with him when he arrives to his housse he offert me to go with him but i said that i wanted to visit the city so maybe an other time. Then i visit the place that he show me on the map and honnestly he was right those place where amazing.

Cya for another story in Aalborg !