When we left missionary-service in 1999, after almost a year in Brooklyn, and went back to Europe, we got our tickets as a loan.. As we served before at the branch of our country, the brothers here (not the initiative of HQ) were kind enough to offer us a three months allowance as special pioneers, without hours requirements, until we would arrange our life. No housing, nothing. In fact we were reasonable enough to recognise we all did it voluntarily. So soon I found a job as a sales advisor for a UK company, and we got a reasonable apartment after two or three months. What was an eye-opener that even well-done relatives, all elders didn’t give a shyt and never helped us.
What is funny is I have now friends with the same weird back-grounds as I have. For instance a SAS veteran, who started as a plumber in my company, now a friend. He talks about killing people with the same lack of feelings I have in life. Killing this Al Baghdadi was a laugh to him this morning... they are all cowards, those Arabs, when it was their turn,every single one shitted and wet themselves...