Andrew, Andrew, what have you done..?


He ALWAYS had a smile on his face.

Usually greeted me with ‚dzien dobry’.

He loved Berlin, he said this city made him feel alive.

He loved ‚Maggi’, said it was like Marmite. I disagreed. Nothing tastes as bad as Marmite.

He gave me a ‚smiling’ biscuit for my birthday.

He cleared his locker and off he went.


I will remember him as an incredibly kind person who got very tired.