My Personal Narrative

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Hi, im luca. I have shiny black hair, tan skin, soft facial features (from what i am told), one green eye and one blue one. I work parttime as a 911 dispatcher and with my free time I stay home to pursue my hobbies. And like 7% of our world's population, I am atheist. I live in debrecen hungary in a small apartment with my baby husky named Nugget. I want to become a barista, (because who doesn't love coffee?), and I think that migrating to Pyla will give me more opportunity. Work skills I have mastered by being a 911 dispatcher, include, having a strong work ethic, a positive attitude, and self confidence. I am bilingual and as a first language speak hungarian. I also speak english and french. I love to paint, and reading is my escape from

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