Hello, my name is Kristof and I would like to tell you my histria. Hostia which you can read a lot, but this is my story.

Man gets to know after what he does, after deeds and not after words that he throws to the wind. What I would like to tell you has already happened, this is my story and not the story of someone else. And that's why it's so special.

Like many young people after graduation, I decided to take a job and finally after I was a bodyguard, I distributed pizza, I painted cars, I made cars for racing, I raced and generally used life, the time has come for something more specific. I met a woman who I loved. -> for now, probably the text you know very well.

Immediately I threw myself into the whirl of work in the design office in which I got my first serious job in the profession. I paid for it with health, a state of myocardial infarction and weakness of the body. After many heavy and cheerful days, I stopped working there.

My next stage in my life was working in another office. Not only is the salary much lower then further. However, it did not bother me to strive to develop my own career. My work was creative, not much when it was reproductive, but I always knew that in my life I would do more than just do projects for someone. This dream kept me alive and fascinated by my dreams for a very long time. I had to work there shortly, but the plans changed as usual and I worked there for several years, until I asked the boss to let me just slow down.

_Strange, is not it? _

It was not treated as the next step in my life. Oh yes, the method of small steps did not work here - the steps were always great and were not planned too long. Mostly. Fortunately, the company in which I worked was preparing for restructuring changes, i.e. limiting the number of employees. And so I went voluntarily. Weird? I would also be surprised a few years earlier if someone would say that to me.

**However, this is just the beginning of my story **

I will not describe the facts from my life and work in offices despite the fact that they were very ingeniously interesting. Sometimes sitting down and staring at the stars remind me of those times when the man was just a small ant obedient to one of the other queen.

And in a telegraphic way, I briefly summarize five years of my life in a telegraph briefly. Why do not I write about my family? BO is a place for a different story.

And what happened next?

The next time is an accident and half a year at home. I accidentally shot my back while caring for my daughter - my muscles just refused to obey. Healing, injections and rehabilitation started. On the one hand, I was close, on the other, far away. But I had time to think about my life - and I did it very carefully.

In 2014, after a few months of training and preparation, I opened my own company and my story began. Yes, this is my true story now. And what a fairy tale is there is a prince on a white horse. Yes, there will be a prince on a white horse, there will be a castle and a princess. There will be no evil queen, but not every story must be found.

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