From Paris to The Netherlands

The wind from the underground,

The noisy from people around,

The named most beautiful language coming from the ceiling round,

I , fall asleep as an enfant ....

When I was in the Netherlands , my interviewer asked me to dig deeper with creativity -- I'm a finance person , and he wants my imagination , whatever , I gave the interesting answers and they took me .  HR people told me they think I'm very smart and very arrogant , I meant , arrogant for someone like me in 20euros T-shirt , 50euros Jeans with a pair of rather cheap shoes among Parisien some of whom are taking a fortune on ??? ...

The offer is interesting and I'm moving to the Netherlands , the country with only TALL people , the blond people with blue eyes , my fantacy from childhood ... There's several people I would thank to and one of them called off my very much a confusion from 2004 , nobody would understand what I'm saying here but myself , my crush from 2004 , which I ever thought would last longer than that ... And never forget , there's someone always with me no matter happy or sad , fresh or depressed , ever or forever , he's there to be the one I could count on and be the one who forgives all , and the question is When I'll be ready to sign a permanent contract with him thou ?