Guys, I met Benedict Cumberbatch, my life is complete now. He is cute and kind and funny and brilliant and he loves us and he is very happy, when he can just talk with us, not give us autographs or taking photos with us. He just wants to be treated like a normal person. And now something about him: he was absolutely brilliant and beautiful, and his voice, oh god, his voice is fucking amazing, and his beautiful hands, he was wearing white t-shirt and his lovely jeans shirt, that was awesome. He talked with us (me and some other girls) about Polish fans, about Poland, about charity and more, he was so nice, he started “What are you doing here? It’s Saturday night!”, when he walked out of the hotel. Moonlight, beautiful night, Kraków and talk with Benedict, am I in heaven? I didn’t get any autographs or photos, but it doesn’t matter. I could talk with him, with HIM, normal man, not famous actor and star. And for me it’s worth more than a piece of paper with his name.