London in my heart.
I came to london for the first time when I was 12. We took a ferry. And then a bus. Through suburbs, through east london - and with big eyes I looked at the trash outside the bus window and the derelict houses. It rained. After a few days I decided I had had enough of the city. The guidebook included the famous saying that “whomever is tired of london is tired of life” and I declared to my parents that I was tired of life.
And then I returned age 15 on a class trip and was again put off by the carpet in the hotel toilet in the hotel corridor but I did enjoy myself more this time. A little bit at least. I enjoyed shopping on oxford street. I bought a Skunk Anansie cd and a long black skirt and a short blue dress with buttons down the front.
At 18 I returned again. To do modelling. And was sent back home after three weeks because I was not booking any jobs even though I had counted on spending the whole summer holidays there. I didn’t want to leave.