A walk to remember

Im out walking with Erik.

- Gabbis, you are like an anchor.
- I keep your feet on the ground and balance you in your life?
- No you drag me down with you. 

Whatever does he mean?

Found it!

When you move to a new country, there is a lot of bureaucratic and practical things that you need to fix. Like finding a place to live, getting a bank account, get a maltese ID. Since I didnt even know where Malta was located when I on a whims accepted the job I got here, I had even less knowledge on how to get all of those things.

But I was lucky. A guy called Erik who started the job at the same time as I did, had already lived here for 6 months and he taught me every thing I needed to know. Even though he is a nice guy, to be humble about this has not been his greatest strenght. According to him, he is wiser, smarter, a faster drinker and apparently BETTER AT CREATING MENTAL PICTURES (prff) than I am.

But the other day, he found out that you needed a national insurance number before friday - otherwise they would deducte your salary. I was calm, because I already got it a loooong time ago. The unthinkable then happened, Erik asked me to guide him to this place so he would not get lost.

Apparently, he doesnt read my blog and have not read this post, or this one and ESPECIALLY not this one. And I was not about to tell him, because tomorrow, THE STUDENT BECOMES THE MASTER.

Gabbis - the Maltese Guide

If I dont get lost that is, because when I went there, I took the bus, then I walked in circles for two hours and accidently found it after sitting on a bench, almost giving up.