between jobs now

As I mentioned, I am between jobs now. After busybusy sessions before noon, when I try to find potential activity, I am left to do but stare at four walls around my loneliness.
I believe I have a talent of being able to "stand in other people shoes". Life though, was not extremely cruel to me, I was not deeply touched or tortured by it. Yet, I am able to feel what others feel while facing life's dark side. I like to think of me as very good. Am so good that when I share my view, I even am mistaken for taking somebody's side. Playing against the house.
I am feeling down now. And believe me, I perfectly understand why even more crowds of youngbloods are pulled to darker side. To their inevitable "A. Akbar" statement, raping or radicalism. It's because of loneliness. Because of isolation. Even amidst of fellow countrymen, they circulate on spiral crazy orbit towards unknown unsure peril, danger. I feel strongly to be citizen of almost extinct continent. Europe is losing its past, denying it, glorifying today, careless about the future. What I always admired in Chinese, it's the long time thinking. They act like "it's OK, I will not live up to the plan, the goal far away is what it is all that matters. Goal above all."
At least that's how I perceive it. To humanity, I am brotherly souled. Am not quite sure whether you'd understand my meaning. I am friendly to most of yous. It's just that bitterness of situation echoes in my actions and words.
So, being far away makes people losing something. Or "losing IT". I believe you should trust me on that. Jobless, sitting, staring, brewing thoughts while the world outside's moving, regardless of anything. of nothing.
I can really fancy why people turn to evil. Not only inside refugee camps, immigrant asylum, also Harlem, Soho, suburbs of Bogota, Cairo, Moscow or Shanghai. Looks like from turning around, slightly fluctuated density of stardust of black nebula, conglomerates emerge. And the end up i accelerating speed to form a white hot concentration of anger, sometimes hate. Sometimes fanaticism. Sometime desperation. Don't you think?

H1, here I 4M, (brief intro)

You can say what you're thinking but you must think what you're saying. 
That's No. 1 wisdom of my entire life.

The other is reflection on my "career" in industry.

It's the only life that those people have. Let's not fuck it up without valid reason. Money isn't one.

Hello there, this is Polish guy scribbling to yous from provisional Norway. At night.

I am an oldchool dick who knows many answers yet nobody wants to listen. It's my mishap that I recently lost my job in here.

I was born when Beatles published Rubber Soul. 
http://www.thebeatles.com/album/rubber-soul

During communist reign in Poland and so called Warsaw Pact. In a small spa town in North West Poland, or West Pomern. It is called Polczyn-Zdroj [reads: paw-chin zdrooy]. 

I had had been living there from early childhood til I graduated in my Poznan Academy. More than twenty years I spent there and that that location had immense influence on my later life. I had a chance to grow in a family of teachers (both my Parents) in a cozy raint town surrounded by beautiful lakes and connected with curvy roads with the rest of the Planet. I went to a splendidly good high school or Liceum as we call it. And my Teachers there were great and imposed big influence for my life path. I was not best at learning yet it went smoothly. And amongst group of devoted school mates. I can reckon that when we once were coming back from Cracow on school bus tour, we were seriuosly thinking of being buried together  when the time comes. Sweet, isn't it? In that liceum i began being fascinated with William Shakespeare's worx, and later my fascination with English tongue and the Beatles came. Now nobody gives a damn about knowing English, but back then, communists did not enjoy my coutrymen to learn any language but Russian. Strange but true. Generally, English was rather, well, discouraged to learn. I heards that in some regions, German language was even forbidden to be taught in schools. 

With English, I got more lucky. Even if my Dad didnotlike me learning that too much, dear Mom convinced Him to let me go. n my youth in Polczyn, due to my dear friend Piotr L. , I got familiar with Polish Radio Program 3, and its pilars. This Institution is now hard to understand by foreigners, but in Poland, especially in those dark ages, Program 3 was an escape to freedom. Part of it still remains to-day. Piotr also introduced me to the worx of the Beatles. Although he claimed that they "grają jak barany" ("play like rams"), he had hit my sensitive string in my heart. So I started to like learning English  because I fell in love with the Group. I also started to appreciate other rock groups, espocially those that Piotr's edler brother loved. Later, another fascinations started. Things started to grow, man would become more and more adult...  

If you want to know bit more about my interests, I shall mention them in my next posts.

I am straight. Married with my wonderful Malgosia. Have one son, one stepdaughter and step grand daughter. For my adult life I had been mostly living in quite big Polish city called Poznan. It's exactly between two capitals: Berlin, Germany and Warsaw, Poland. English tongue isn't my native. I think and speak most of time in Polish. That's why some of my future posts will be held in Polish. I am sorry in advance for that. I treat that blog project as one of bigger challenges in my adult life. I will do my best so that you would understand what I'm saying here. Cannot guarantee that you'd understand my mind/philosophy.

I consider myself patriot yet by no means nationalist. I been here and there travelling yet mainly in Europe and Africa. Believe me, I saw misery, poverty and richness. I don't move where they walk on red carpets, I went to places where on flee market they sell edible clay. Yes, soil which is consumed as food.

OK, it's getting a bit late in my time zone so I'll be closing up the debut post. I hope someone gets my "message in the bottle". ah, one more request: as I mentioned before, I am a debutant in blogging. so. please have mercy and go easy on me. To be upfront, I already announce that accessing the content might be hard. I already heard that the site requires some strange passwords or accounts. I am working on it, changing the settings with my best guess. Be patient, though. Rome was not built in a day. Also I would like already say my apologies for an unbearable manner you might meet. as the world is very dynamic (OK, maybe not on my island here) so I can foresee that some of my posts although already published, might get inflated, i.e. loaded with big more content than when publish first. Anyway, I shall avoid it. I am leaving for now as I have to create my private to-do list of subjects to write about. Feel invited to my realm, let's travel together.

Sincerely Yours,
BiPi