Looking from the outside my life may seem very easy going: beach days, nice views, endless summer.. Even my friends think that I’m living a dream, but the truth is that all I have at the moment can easily fit in two large suitcases. I’m 29 and my life is a complete mess: I still don’t have my own apartment, I don’t have a normal well paid job (I don’t count those part-time ones), I don’t have any health insurance or other guaranties and without support of my husband (who lives in Munich, Germany) I wouldn’t be able not only to pay a rent but also just simply survive…