People asked why I left Poland 15 years ago. Back then, the economy was struggling. I came from a small but beautiful town called Zamość. I grew up in an asbestos tower block, at one point, five of us in a one bedroom flat: my mum, dad, three brothers, and me, before my brothers moved out. I went to military school because I dreamed of becoming a pilot. But when I finished, reality hit jobs went to those who “knew someone.” At 17, I worked in a clothing store for £250 a month, trying to build a future. So I left everyone and everything behind. I didn’t know the language that well, but I had a dream. I didn’t leave because I didn’t love my country I left because I wanted a better life.