I'm in Italy!
 Guys, you have no idea what I went through to..

I'm in Italy!

Guys, you have no idea what I went through today. Believe me, if you could understand my language, I would describe everything to you in the most vivid detail.

Yesterday, Shameless flew to me in Warsaw.
We woke up at 4 AM because we had an early flight. Shameless started vomiting early in the morning and I had a nosebleed. "Great start to the day," we thought.

There were no taxis at 4 AM, so we decided to use car sharing. We were lucky to find a car parked near my house.

In airport I could only park the car in a specially designated area, a specific parking lot. The system wouldn't allow me to lock the car anywhere else.
But I just couldn’t find it. The navigator kept leading me in circles, and I was just wasting time.

I started getting nervous because there were only 40 minutes left until the flight, and I still hadn’t checked in or gone through security—I was still in the fucking car.
With 30 minutes left before the flight, my hands were shaking. I was asking people for help, talking to every parking security and just random people around, and finally, a kind taxi driver agreed to help me.

We drove around together looking for the parking lot. By then, only 20 minutes were left until the flight.
I was incredibly anxious and started crying.
In the end, the taxi driver told me I needed to go down to the underground parking and search there. I went, but the system still wouldn’t let me end the rental at that location.
I was so nervous, I thought I might faint. I got out of the car and started running around the different levels of the parking, trying to find the one designated for car sharing.

Finally, I found it on the third level.
I went back down and realized I had forgotten where I parked the car 🥲 I started running around again, searching for it. There were only 10 minutes left until the flight.

With tears in my eyes and shaking hands, I found the car and started driving like crazy, flying into the turns like in Need for Speed. Ten minutes before the flight, I finally park this fucking car. 🥹
I grabbed my backpack and sprinted toward the airport.

I pushed through the crowd, tearfully apologizing as I ran toward to check in. 
And I made it!

On the plane, I had about two hours to recover from the stress and calm down a bit.
I thought all the difficulties were behind me.

When we landed in Milan, we missed the bus to the city center and had to wait 40 minutes for the next one.
To get to the house where the Shootfest was taking place, we had to take the metro for 9 stops from the center of Milan, then spend another 30 minutes on a train, about 35-40 minutes on a bus, and walk another 1.5 kilometers.

Exhausted, drenched, out of energy, and carrying heavy bags, we finally sat on the last bus. But it turned out we were going in the wrong direction. 🫠 of course…

We were so tired that instead of getting upset, we just started laughing hysterically. The driver dropped us off at the nearest stop and told us which stop we should head to.

The next bus was supposed to arrive in 47 minutes. We decided not to waste time and walk.
Of course, the navigator led us through the woods. It was just wonderful dragging a suitcase down a forest path filled with potholes, mud, and rocks.

But we did see two rabbits 🥰

After 8 hours of our road, we finally made it to the house and immediately started preparing for filming.

It was an insanely difficult and long day. I hope that when you watch my sets from Italy, you’ll remember this story and give it a like to support me 🤍