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My name is Floximo and this is my story.
I arrived on the fourth day of September at Beattie Street, West End, Brisbane. Back then I knew that I was not going to dig a hole right away. Mostly, because it was a quite rainy day and I didn't want to leave the house.
So I sat down to my computer and started to write stories about me. Well, not just about myself, but I imagined all the exciting things that a young European lad like me could do in this - let it be written once, so everyone is happy- great country. It turned out to be quite a pain of a job because it is very hard to come up with great ideas every second day.
But I was wrong. Totally wrong. Like really wrong. Not just FourX Gold wrong, I was bitterly wrong. My mistake was to think that I actually would need to use my imagination to be able to impress my friends overseas. I never had to.
Eventually, I just had to tell the truth. The brutal and honest truth. Not just about me. Or about AUSTRALIA. No, my job was to reveal the truth about ME in AUSTRALIA.
And history will decide that I did. I began to observe myself. Me spying on me. I became a self-stalker. Nevertheless, it was not really complicated or as disturbed as some might think of it right now. It was worse.
Watching a bum 24/7 is not only boring but also very boring. I had to cope with the fact that I am one the most unmotivated persons in the world. On some days I only got up in the morning to be able to go to sleep again later.
It is relatively easy to just sit and stare if you are lazy as I am usually. Salvation was needed. And recieved.
Along came the heroes. People who made me do things. See places. Meet other people. Start living. Enjoy myself.
I call those people Heroes. After all, they are my heroes. Although I also bumped into Spiderman along the way, they all are human.
Due to their help as days turned into weeks and weeks into months people became friends and a house turned into a home. Sadly the time has come to leave. I am going home again.
Where is home? Well, home is where your heart is. Hence I am looking forward to meet up with my Austrian Heroes again, who I was reporting to via this blog, but nonetheless it is going to be heartbreaking to board the plane and leave a lot cherished people behind.
However, if something can be broke it also could be fixed. So actually, my heart is not going to be broken. It is filled with my memories of faces, events and other joyful moments that I witnessed in the last three months. And it is strong. Nobody could take this things away again. Ever.
All good things come to an end. So does this trip. I was going missing for a while. I had nothing left to lose. But I could not expect to gain so much in such a little space of time. Maybe that happens when you apply some pressure. To your life.
Thanks to everybody.
Especially to Cam, Cathy, (The) Melloy and Eli. You are my Super-Heroes!

My name is Floximo and this was my story.

Hut ab.