Audition Vid First Time

The security ring

One day, a young boy, he quarreled furiously with his father, so he decided to leave home. He was so angry and proud that he refused to see or hear the father. Unfortunately the boy was defiant and this caused him much trouble with other people. Indeed one day he was arrested. He must serve a sentence of three months in prison but remained only two days in which we had the opportunity to reflect on her wild life. The second day he was released from prison, someone had paid the bail for him. "Who can it have been?" Thought the boy. "Nobody loves me, I behaved too badly with all, who could have made this gesture so nice to me? Perhaps there was a mistake. Maybe soon I will say that I recall and had to release my cellmate ... "
And while thinking of all these things came out of prison and the very threshold of the gate he saw his father. "Dad .... Why are you here?" Asked the astonished boy, and with so much shame.
He thought that his father was there by chance and did not want to see it was just out of prison. "I'm here for you." His father said, spreading his arms. "I paid the deposit for you." The son could not believe his ears. The father that he had offended him with words heavy bail and is now asking for a hug. The boy put aside the pride hugged his father. While the father accompanied his son to the car to take him home, the young man asked a question: "Why did you pay for me? I have behaved badly towards you, how come you show me so much love? "
the father said," I can not help but go home as soon as I heard that you were arrested, I was very worried for you and ran pay you the deposit. You are my son and I would do anything for you. "
" Dad, I do not I deserve all this love, what can I do to reciprocate? "
" My love has no price, my dear son. But ... if you can not drive it more trouble. "


a great sacrifice Jesus made by dying on the cross for us. As human beings we are born sinners, we are born as imprisoned by sin, only Jesus, with his sacrifice could pay the bail that makes us free and He does not want anything in return, but if we truly love, we should be grateful to him to avoid still errors.

Audition Vid First Time

The security ring

One day, a young boy, he quarreled furiously with his father, so he decided to leave home. He was so angry and proud that he refused to see or hear the father. Unfortunately the boy was defiant and this caused him much trouble with other people. Indeed one day he was arrested. He must serve a sentence of three months in prison but remained only two days in which we had the opportunity to reflect on her wild life. The second day he was released from prison, someone had paid the bail for him. "Who can it have been?" Thought the boy. "Nobody loves me, I behaved too badly with all, who could have made this gesture so nice to me? Perhaps there was a mistake. Maybe soon I will say that I recall and had to release my cellmate ... "
And while thinking of all these things came out of prison and the very threshold of the gate he saw his father. "Dad .... Why are you here?" Asked the astonished boy, and with so much shame.
He thought that his father was there by chance and did not want to see it was just out of prison. "I'm here for you." His father said, spreading his arms. "I paid the deposit for you." The son could not believe his ears. The father that he had offended him with words heavy bail and is now asking for a hug. The boy put aside the pride hugged his father. While the father accompanied his son to the car to take him home, the young man asked a question: "Why did you pay for me? I have behaved badly towards you, how come you show me so much love? "
the father said," I can not help but go home as soon as I heard that you were arrested, I was very worried for you and ran pay you the deposit. You are my son and I would do anything for you. "
" Dad, I do not I deserve all this love, what can I do to reciprocate? "
" My love has no price, my dear son. But ... if you can not drive it more trouble. "


a great sacrifice Jesus made by dying on the cross for us. As human beings we are born sinners, we are born as imprisoned by sin, only Jesus, with his sacrifice could pay the bail that makes us free and He does not want anything in return, but if we truly love, we should be grateful to him to avoid still errors.

What Stores Sell Religious Candles

more prezsioso

An old goldsmith, who owns a small workshop, one day received an order from a particular customer is very important.
It was a very rich young man, who was impressed by the beautiful creations seen in the window, entered and said nell'oreficeria craftsman:
"I need a special ring to give to my beloved in a special day, not at the expense bader. I will spend a week "
The young man said to another, politely said goodbye and left.
The goldsmith knew the young man of fame, he knew it was a real person to speak with a lot of money ... and then went to work, he made some rings, a most beautiful and expensive of the other.
He worked three long days, five wonderful forged rings:
the first completely coated with white gold diamond pure;
the second was in bright yellow gold with rubies;
the third was in gold filigree, with no stones, but worked hard, so very precious;
fourth in yellow and white gold with sapphires and emeralds;
the last was very simple, but with a large and expensive diamond. Li
polishes well and put them in a precious case and then in the safe.
The rings were kept for four days awaiting the arrival of the rich man.
At this time the rings were a way to make four cups ...

"guys you think those of us who will be chosen by wealthy client for this important occasion," asked one of them.
"In my opinion," said the former with great presumption "There is no doubt! I doubt I'll be! I most of all diamonds, and we know that diamonds have a priceless! "
" This is certainly true, "said the fifth with a lot of confidence" That's why pick me! I have one ... but diamond is huge! And we know that is not the quantity that counts but the quality! "
" Maybe it's true, "added the second snubbing the other" But diamonds are a bit 'tired, went out of fashion. Definitely choose me as the sun yellow and red like love! Ideal for your beloved! "
" You think? "Promptly spoke on the third" But what's better than gold in its purity? I do not have precious stones that adorn me, because gold in its simplicity is the essential thing is to watermark that is what makes me special! "
" Only white gold, only gold, diamonds ... But only say that "silenced all the fourth annoyed tone," There goes everything! I am of two grades of gold, and with two types of stone, just like two people in love are two different entities, but combined with elegance ... well, I'm the ring just for them! "They spent four days
a heated discussion between the rings they wanted to hear their reasons to one another.
Everyone thought to be the best, to be the right ring! The day came and the important
client was ordered to withdraw the ring. The goldsmith
opened the safe with trembling hand, took the precious case and opened it slowly with a lot of emotion in the eyes of wealthy client who looked at a moment's rings ... ... frowned and made a dubious look: "Is that all?"
The old craftsman was stunned, but not lost his temper, would not allow the customer to go away empty-handed.
now offered him something through the window and, while the other jewelry items showed the young, the rings in the casket looked around embarrassed.
What fool, believed to be perfect for their valuable characteristics, one ventured:
"Poor Goldsmith, is too old, no longer as good a time ..."
"Yeah," another added, "Now we do not even see so well, we probably have some imperfections ..." So the rings began
to blame the manufacturer for their failure. Meanwhile, the old artisan
showed any kind of ring to the rich young man, but always with negative results up to that ... all of a sudden the boy was struck by a ring, looked at from a distance, then approached him and said, "This is what I was looking for! "
" But it's a wedding, "said the goldsmith, almost with contempt.
"But I have to marry my beloved! When I said it was a special day, I was referring to my marriage, this is what I was looking for ... simple and humble, with no stone, without any work ... my wife is the most important thing on their wedding day, the ' I yearn for is just a symbol "
the goldsmith could not help but acquiesce to what he had just heard and a bit 'down the wrapping ring, which had the least expensive among all his works.
The young man went away very satisfied, thanking the old artisan: "I knew coming here I would find what I needed!"

The Bible compares Jesus to a bridegroom and the church, made up of all believers throughout the world, and his bride.
To become the bride of Jesus, we need not do great things, He loves us and gave us something that makes us His own, the faith!
just what we need is to become the bride of Jesus .. faith in Him!

What Stores Sell Religious Candles

more prezsioso

An old goldsmith, who owns a small workshop, one day received an order from a particular customer is very important.
It was a very rich young man, who was impressed by the beautiful creations seen in the window, entered and said nell'oreficeria craftsman:
"I need a special ring to give to my beloved in a special day, not at the expense bader. I will spend a week "
The young man said to another, politely said goodbye and left.
The goldsmith knew the young man of fame, he knew it was a real person to speak with a lot of money ... and then went to work, he made some rings, a most beautiful and expensive of the other.
He worked three long days, five wonderful forged rings:
the first completely coated with white gold diamond pure;
the second was in bright yellow gold with rubies;
the third was in gold filigree, with no stones, but worked hard, so very precious;
fourth in yellow and white gold with sapphires and emeralds;
the last was very simple, but with a large and expensive diamond. Li
polishes well and put them in a precious case and then in the safe.
The rings were kept for four days awaiting the arrival of the rich man.
At this time the rings were a way to make four cups ...

"guys you think those of us who will be chosen by wealthy client for this important occasion," asked one of them.
"In my opinion," said the former with great presumption "There is no doubt! I doubt I'll be! I most of all diamonds, and we know that diamonds have a priceless! "
" This is certainly true, "said the fifth with a lot of confidence" That's why pick me! I have one ... but diamond is huge! And we know that is not the quantity that counts but the quality! "
" Maybe it's true, "added the second snubbing the other" But diamonds are a bit 'tired, went out of fashion. Definitely choose me as the sun yellow and red like love! Ideal for your beloved! "
" You think? "Promptly spoke on the third" But what's better than gold in its purity? I do not have precious stones that adorn me, because gold in its simplicity is the essential thing is to watermark that is what makes me special! "
" Only white gold, only gold, diamonds ... But only say that "silenced all the fourth annoyed tone," There goes everything! I am of two grades of gold, and with two types of stone, just like two people in love are two different entities, but combined with elegance ... well, I'm the ring just for them! "They spent four days
a heated discussion between the rings they wanted to hear their reasons to one another.
Everyone thought to be the best, to be the right ring! The day came and the important
client was ordered to withdraw the ring. The goldsmith
opened the safe with trembling hand, took the precious case and opened it slowly with a lot of emotion in the eyes of wealthy client who looked at a moment's rings ... ... frowned and made a dubious look: "Is that all?"
The old craftsman was stunned, but not lost his temper, would not allow the customer to go away empty-handed.
now offered him something through the window and, while the other jewelry items showed the young, the rings in the casket looked around embarrassed.
What fool, believed to be perfect for their valuable characteristics, one ventured:
"Poor Goldsmith, is too old, no longer as good a time ..."
"Yeah," another added, "Now we do not even see so well, we probably have some imperfections ..." So the rings began
to blame the manufacturer for their failure. Meanwhile, the old artisan
showed any kind of ring to the rich young man, but always with negative results up to that ... all of a sudden the boy was struck by a ring, looked at from a distance, then approached him and said, "This is what I was looking for! "
" But it's a wedding, "said the goldsmith, almost with contempt.
"But I have to marry my beloved! When I said it was a special day, I was referring to my marriage, this is what I was looking for ... simple and humble, with no stone, without any work ... my wife is the most important thing on their wedding day, the ' I yearn for is just a symbol "
the goldsmith could not help but acquiesce to what he had just heard and a bit 'down the wrapping ring, which had the least expensive among all his works.
The young man went away very satisfied, thanking the old artisan: "I knew coming here I would find what I needed!"

The Bible compares Jesus to a bridegroom and the church, made up of all believers throughout the world, and his bride.
To become the bride of Jesus, we need not do great things, He loves us and gave us something that makes us His own, the faith!
just what we need is to become the bride of Jesus .. faith in Him!

Severe Copd Patients Life

Wings envy

The apostle Paul was in prison when he said:
"I've learned to be content with the state where I am" (Philippians 4.11)
probably was not happy to be in prison, but accepted his being without complaining, without wanting something different and that at that time still could not get.
But what if one is never satisfied with his condition?
certainly will be unhappy and will not enjoy the good things he has.
Because of that we all rejoice when we think about it, and we complain a lot less.


Far away, in a place that is not marked on any map, there is a country located at the foot of a great mountain.
This country has a special, all the generous people of good heart and possess the wings.
Yes, its wings, to fly and be even more useful to others.
Each year, the mayor with his council, elect new citizens good by giving him the magnificent wings of soft white feathers. Of course the winners, being humble people, almost embarrassed to receive this well deserved award.
Unfortunately, in this particular country there are not only good citizens, there are also bad, one is particularly evil, if he does good things is just to get something in return, is also very arrogant and envious, so jealous that he would like to all costs those magnificent wings.
So every year I try to do good for the coveted award, but the mayor does not easily fooled and always realize that all his actions are false and a second end.
So, the evil city decides to have those wings ... whatever it deviates. Think and
thinks, devises a wicked idea:
"If nobody gives me wings, I will build it yourself! And I do not settle for silly white feathers in the wings, will build to do ... I'll be the envy of all the gold! !

So he set to work, it took a long time to build the wings, but eventually ended the lengthy work.
"Here at last! Are wonderful"
proud if he thought an evil man
"On the bright gold, so everyone will see my wealth! Will remain blinded by their brilliance!"
All this happened the very day of the new election of the good citizens! What better opportunity to
show off his splendid wings in front of everyone!
It only remained to prove his work, he wanted to be seen all over the country and so, with difficulty, put the wings on his back and crawled to the top of the mountain, all his fellow citizens he would be seen flying proudly over their heads, as the country stood at the foot of the mountain.
climbed to the top, took a long run, and came to the edge of the precipice, threw himself into the void ...
At that moment a great glow caused by the reflection of the sun on wings of gold attracted the attention of all citizens gathered in the streets for the big event, which initially looked up and saw a great light, but then a big cloud of dust, an avalanche that stopped only after they arrived in the valley.
All the citizens to the "avalanche" and saw, without much surprise, that it was their fellow evil, many of them began to mock him?
is deeply ashamed!
The weight of his pride, his arrogance, malice, was as heavy as gold wings of fate that had to crash so low!
do not know what happened to the despicable individual, we do not know whether he has changed his habits, but it certainly was a warning to all who have longed for wings does not deserve more than once.

Severe Copd Patients Life

Wings envy

The apostle Paul was in prison when he said:
"I've learned to be content with the state where I am" (Philippians 4.11)
probably was not happy to be in prison, but accepted his being without complaining, without wanting something different and that at that time still could not get.
But what if one is never satisfied with his condition?
certainly will be unhappy and will not enjoy the good things he has.
Because of that we all rejoice when we think about it, and we complain a lot less.


Far away, in a place that is not marked on any map, there is a country located at the foot of a great mountain.
This country has a special, all the generous people of good heart and possess the wings.
Yes, its wings, to fly and be even more useful to others.
Each year, the mayor with his council, elect new citizens good by giving him the magnificent wings of soft white feathers. Of course the winners, being humble people, almost embarrassed to receive this well deserved award.
Unfortunately, in this particular country there are not only good citizens, there are also bad, one is particularly evil, if he does good things is just to get something in return, is also very arrogant and envious, so jealous that he would like to all costs those magnificent wings.
So every year I try to do good for the coveted award, but the mayor does not easily fooled and always realize that all his actions are false and a second end.
So, the evil city decides to have those wings ... whatever it deviates. Think and
thinks, devises a wicked idea:
"If nobody gives me wings, I will build it yourself! And I do not settle for silly white feathers in the wings, will build to do ... I'll be the envy of all the gold! !

So he set to work, it took a long time to build the wings, but eventually ended the lengthy work.
"Here at last! Are wonderful"
proud if he thought an evil man
"On the bright gold, so everyone will see my wealth! Will remain blinded by their brilliance!"
All this happened the very day of the new election of the good citizens! What better opportunity to
show off his splendid wings in front of everyone!
It only remained to prove his work, he wanted to be seen all over the country and so, with difficulty, put the wings on his back and crawled to the top of the mountain, all his fellow citizens he would be seen flying proudly over their heads, as the country stood at the foot of the mountain.
climbed to the top, took a long run, and came to the edge of the precipice, threw himself into the void ...
At that moment a great glow caused by the reflection of the sun on wings of gold attracted the attention of all citizens gathered in the streets for the big event, which initially looked up and saw a great light, but then a big cloud of dust, an avalanche that stopped only after they arrived in the valley.
All the citizens to the "avalanche" and saw, without much surprise, that it was their fellow evil, many of them began to mock him?
is deeply ashamed!
The weight of his pride, his arrogance, malice, was as heavy as gold wings of fate that had to crash so low!
do not know what happened to the despicable individual, we do not know whether he has changed his habits, but it certainly was a warning to all who have longed for wings does not deserve more than once.

Washing Face 15 Times A Day

The branch and the Butterfly

After learning that a couple of dear friends was through a difficult period in their marriage, I wrote this story and devoted it to him.


An artist, appeared at the window of his laboratory, watching the landscape that presented itself in front, sought inspiration for a new work of art.

Suddenly he saw a butterfly light, white, delicate fluttering alighted on a branch robust, strong, rough. This approach

liked it so much that he decided to play what he had seen.

left the house and went into the forest to look for a suitable branch of the work of art.

... This is too big ... this is too thin ... this is too cool ... This too dry ... Here it is okay! "

The artist brought to his laboratory a branch apparently similar to many others.

put it on the workbench and began to sprinkle the ground, removed some projection, allisciò ends until you get just a beautiful branch.

now missed the butterfly, so delicate and this is to do it, tried in the "box of scrap" a fabric that would recall the characteristics ".. this is too often. .. this is too light ... This too dark ... this too colorful ... here, this is great! "

The artist chose the simple tulle, shaping it and cutting out what was too much, became a beautiful butterfly, perched on the branch e. \u200b\u200b.. here is the work of ' art!

But a subtle blast and the butterfly fell from the branch.
"You need something that combines the two elements," thought the artist

Since the butterfly was so delicate, the glue used for paper, then put the throttle to the branch, but just a few minutes and once the glue dried the butterfly broke away from the branch.

"No!" the artist thought "This glue is too delicate, try the wood glue!"

took the jar of glue with a brush and spread it out on the branch then you put the throttle, but the texture thick and sticky glue smeared the butterfly ... "what a mess," thought the artist had in mind the 'work' s original art and, immediately before the glue dries, the butterfly well washed and cleaned the branch.

much consideration in mind the artist was another solution to fix the throttle arm with a thumbtack and skewers, while the butterfly and traffig the branch he was a shiver of pain ... was not what he had seen in nature!

"I can tie them together with string!" He thought the artist

... but the idea was not the best, the butterfly wrapped himself in class, so you could not tell more cos' and was part of the branch was suffocated by this bond

"We did not" reflect the artist.

And while thinking of a new solution, turned to his workshop full of tools, materials, products, and for his creations, by attention to what might be useful to the union of the two materials, his eyes fell on a tube glue, a small tube , picked it up and read:

"Super glue paste instantly different materials with a single drop "

The artist reflected few seconds about what he read:
" Behold! This is just what I wanted! "

He put a small drop of super glue on the rough branch and you put it on the throttle slightly, a few moments ... ... and here is the work of art!

two different materials together forever

END

In the artist: marriage
perte In the butterfly, the woman
In the branch: the man
various methods of union: Super human love
-Glue: God's love that lasts forever!

Washing Face 15 Times A Day

The branch and the Butterfly

After learning that a couple of dear friends was through a difficult period in their marriage, I wrote this story and devoted it to him.


An artist, appeared at the window of his laboratory, watching the landscape that presented itself in front, sought inspiration for a new work of art.

Suddenly he saw a butterfly light, white, delicate fluttering alighted on a branch robust, strong, rough. This approach

liked it so much that he decided to play what he had seen.

left the house and went into the forest to look for a suitable branch of the work of art.

... This is too big ... this is too thin ... this is too cool ... This too dry ... Here it is okay! "

The artist brought to his laboratory a branch apparently similar to many others.

put it on the workbench and began to sprinkle the ground, removed some projection, allisciò ends until you get just a beautiful branch.

now missed the butterfly, so delicate and this is to do it, tried in the "box of scrap" a fabric that would recall the characteristics ".. this is too often. .. this is too light ... This too dark ... this too colorful ... here, this is great! "

The artist chose the simple tulle, shaping it and cutting out what was too much, became a beautiful butterfly, perched on the branch e. \u200b\u200b.. here is the work of ' art!

But a subtle blast and the butterfly fell from the branch.
"You need something that combines the two elements," thought the artist

Since the butterfly was so delicate, the glue used for paper, then put the throttle to the branch, but just a few minutes and once the glue dried the butterfly broke away from the branch.

"No!" the artist thought "This glue is too delicate, try the wood glue!"

took the jar of glue with a brush and spread it out on the branch then you put the throttle, but the texture thick and sticky glue smeared the butterfly ... "what a mess," thought the artist had in mind the 'work' s original art and, immediately before the glue dries, the butterfly well washed and cleaned the branch.

much consideration in mind the artist was another solution to fix the throttle arm with a thumbtack and skewers, while the butterfly and traffig the branch he was a shiver of pain ... was not what he had seen in nature!

"I can tie them together with string!" He thought the artist

... but the idea was not the best, the butterfly wrapped himself in class, so you could not tell more cos' and was part of the branch was suffocated by this bond

"We did not" reflect the artist.

And while thinking of a new solution, turned to his workshop full of tools, materials, products, and for his creations, by attention to what might be useful to the union of the two materials, his eyes fell on a tube glue, a small tube , picked it up and read:

"Super glue paste instantly different materials with a single drop "

The artist reflected few seconds about what he read:
" Behold! This is just what I wanted! "

He put a small drop of super glue on the rough branch and you put it on the throttle slightly, a few moments ... ... and here is the work of art!

two different materials together forever

END

In the artist: marriage
perte In the butterfly, the woman
In the branch: the man
various methods of union: Super human love
-Glue: God's love that lasts forever!

Female Toddlers Genital

NUMBER NUMBER TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR

CAN NOT 'RAIN FOREVER

I still remember the sun with me' at the airport at the time of starting from Copenhagen, about a year ago. Just in Denmark formluai theory "last farewell": when the sun is shining before you leave, it means that the city 'dresses up to thank you all to say hello and to wish you a pleasant journey. I was thinking just that when I go to sleep my last night in Belgrade, just a few hours before being awakened by the thunder and rain, abundant, flowing along the gutters. Are eight. And it pours.

And what did you expect, a round of applause? You have spent at least four months of your life to defame everything and all that 's what that you deserve ... "I think sadly, when I go back to the bank and mejaćnica to carry out the last formalities' tape. "I have not done maliciously, and 'just do qu I had all the problems imaginable, for more' remote ravvicinatissima ...«. No way, continues to pour.

On the way back home, will be nine twenty, the rain has ceased. Frederick also has to attend to some paperwork SO 'there' a long time for the ceremonies: buy rolls, I get home, put on your luggage, assemble in the car and away from the station. It is ten o'clock, the train is missing half an hour and not raining ': I have time to explain to Fred the theory "last farewell". Agrees and repeats: "Do not you see that there is now 'the sun?". There are ten twenty, twenty minutes missing at the start.

Here, the climate of my last morning in Belgrade a good reflection of my journey: a harsh and stormy beginning, when everything was hard and was very regrettable, then the hard adjustment, with an attached acceptance of reality ', then the adaptation Finally, inclusion. Every life experience, especially abroad, has in itself many positive aspects. And when I say happy to have passed through all stages of the so-called 'cultural shock' to which many psychologists talk about: enthusiasm, disappointment, anger, fury, appreciation, tolerance, adaptation, and finally full satisfaction.

The challenge of the next episodes and 'tell the transition from welfare to the general malaise. 'Cause in recent times I have met many people who remain displaced before the reading of the last post. Just as many regular readers are surprised to learn that - listen, listen - there's a good chance 'that September will once again find myself in Belgrade.

And it 'the full satisfaction of the above mean chje again. But not now, I'm going to sleep and sleep.

Female Toddlers Genital

NUMBER NUMBER TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR

CAN NOT 'RAIN FOREVER

I still remember the sun with me' at the airport at the time of starting from Copenhagen, about a year ago. Just in Denmark formluai theory "last farewell": when the sun is shining before you leave, it means that the city 'dresses up to thank you all to say hello and to wish you a pleasant journey. I was thinking just that when I go to sleep my last night in Belgrade, just a few hours before being awakened by the thunder and rain, abundant, flowing along the gutters. Are eight. And it pours.

And what did you expect, a round of applause? You have spent at least four months of your life to defame everything and all that 's what that you deserve ... "I think sadly, when I go back to the bank and mejaćnica to carry out the last formalities' tape. "I have not done maliciously, and 'just do qu I had all the problems imaginable, for more' remote ravvicinatissima ...«. No way, continues to pour.

On the way back home, will be nine twenty, the rain has ceased. Frederick also has to attend to some paperwork SO 'there' a long time for the ceremonies: buy rolls, I get home, put on your luggage, assemble in the car and away from the station. It is ten o'clock, the train is missing half an hour and not raining ': I have time to explain to Fred the theory "last farewell". Agrees and repeats: "Do not you see that there is now 'the sun?". There are ten twenty, twenty minutes missing at the start.

Here, the climate of my last morning in Belgrade a good reflection of my journey: a harsh and stormy beginning, when everything was hard and was very regrettable, then the hard adjustment, with an attached acceptance of reality ', then the adaptation Finally, inclusion. Every life experience, especially abroad, has in itself many positive aspects. And when I say happy to have passed through all stages of the so-called 'cultural shock' to which many psychologists talk about: enthusiasm, disappointment, anger, fury, appreciation, tolerance, adaptation, and finally full satisfaction.

The challenge of the next episodes and 'tell the transition from welfare to the general malaise. 'Cause in recent times I have met many people who remain displaced before the reading of the last post. Just as many regular readers are surprised to learn that - listen, listen - there's a good chance 'that September will once again find myself in Belgrade.

And it 'the full satisfaction of the above mean chje again. But not now, I'm going to sleep and sleep.

Woke Up With Red & Swollen Elbow

'

bitter taste. NOT 'JEGERMEISTER NE' AND MONTENEGRO

'a feeling that I know, we are already past. Hate a city, suffer it, hate it. And finding themselves well to realize when it is time to prepare their arms and baggage. Travel opens the mind and life experiences to line up around Europe is simultaneously exciting and interesting. By stimuli, grows, spreads his views.

Honestly I do not regret my life: but obviously are not just fun and games. Jumping from town to town after a bit 'worn out. Every time you start again he jumps headlong into a new adventure in a new reality and the stimuli are not lacking: there are energy, curiosity and desire to start. But at the same time because it wears environments is difficult and takes time, patience and a good dose of liver. The effort obviously monetize the long-term perspective, which is currently lacking (in fact, I'm jumping from country to country, from city to city within a relatively few months and certainly not in a state of Pasha).

I also feel a bit 'unfortunate, because I have to say that Belgrade is also fun, especially at night. Unfortunate because a month now I'm missing a partner, a shoulder, one that I follow, one that wants to have fun with me. What I was practically "married." Whenever I suggest to leave it sleeping, routinely calls the woman in the house together and prepare sweets and cakes (it is very thrilled to have bought a balance for the determination of the ingredients and is very proud of what the desserts are good: I have to admit that he is right and it's really good at cooking). Never goes out and when it is sleepy: it is past midnight curfew, so you return home. Hands up who has never seen a similar dish at least one of his friends.

If I were to leave tomorrow, bring back the feeling of not having lived up in the bottom of this city. Of not having enough fun. That I have not enjoyed to infuse the Stefan Braun and Tramvaij (two disco cute and well-attended). I have it all set, I'm busy, but everything seemed to be against me. In all the previous adventures beyond the Alps, have always managed to combine work, productivity, entertainment. Which is impossible in Belgrade city full of entertainment venues in which to work but tends to be impossible. Productivity in a sense is not missed, but the paradoxical price paid is the cancellation of entertainment from my agenda. What I'm sorry. It happens, you can not have it all.

And I also understand the difference between my point of view critical of the city and the apologist of other Italians. Italians live with their salaries, which allows quite easily to the good life fluency in bypassing the criticality of the system. Which also allows him to combine productivity and entertainment. A salary you live in Italian center, you have a home, eating out if you want, you are moving taxi. With the scholarships of the Serbian government is living in a student (not exactly in the center), eat in university cafeterias and live in a double room with a stranger.

Certainly you'll be thinking that "The student, however, is full of students, which has its advantages ...". Yes, but is full of Serbian students. Students who come from the country, struggling to speak English with foreigners (in Serbia propositoin foreigners are "strangers" and not "foreigners") and can not understand English with Italian accent. Students that one, given the village, does not ring true to see so many young people (Serbs) together. Students so it is probably too expensive to stay out of the house, the non-work study. Students who do not keep a good average if they are expelled by the student (which is a tragedy for their finances). So that students are in study hall hours in the most absurd (at midnight on Saturday, at four in the morning on Sundays). Students who do not realize that a foreigner can learn to speak Serbian in Serbia without (for my inquiry is just a form translated!). Students who rarely leave the students, who spend their afternoons and evenings playing volleyball in their yard, systematically speaking in Serbian, Serbian listening to music, drinking beer with the Serbs. Not for nothing that we in Serbia.

With all due respect, what I'll ever have in common with a boy of Kraguievac? Valjevo? Vranje? What I talk to these people here? Copenhagen? In Europe? Or the twenty years between Belgrade from the rest of Europe? If you want to be friend of the Serbs have to congratulate him: they are able to do everything and anything you do know them better than you can do: do not listen to you even when you speak, they already understand, why you dismiss with a relatively reassuring " nema problem. "

But when you hear "nema problem" preparations, and the problem will be presented when you least expect it, that is when he will do what you ask, whatever that is. And he or did not understand, or pretends not to understand. In any case, not lift a finger. Obviously the cause of all evil Serbs and 'external and the bombings: yes, they have also caused climate change, as I told a dear friend of Serbia.

are disappointed and a little 'tired in these lines. Saturday was the "Museum Night" here in Belgrade, a kind of white night with museums, events and exhibitions around the city. As I reached the Institute for a quick round of support, I was thinking what does regret once they arrive in Bucharest, Belgrade. An hour and five minutes to cover approximately 4.5km is an interesting time: I live near a square terminus of three lines of trolley buses, which are not parties for more than 35 '. Those who left did not collect the passengers, but pointed straight to the garage. No explanation, no warning, no nothing. Only so many Serbs who passively accepts everything. The four subway lines in Bucharest and Rome remains a dream for a distant pipe dream for Belgrade.

Amen.

Woke Up With Red & Swollen Elbow

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bitter taste. NOT 'JEGERMEISTER NE' AND MONTENEGRO

'a feeling that I know, we are already past. Hate a city, suffer it, hate it. And finding themselves well to realize when it is time to prepare their arms and baggage. Travel opens the mind and life experiences to line up around Europe is simultaneously exciting and interesting. By stimuli, grows, spreads his views.

Honestly I do not regret my life: but obviously are not just fun and games. Jumping from town to town after a bit 'worn out. Every time you start again he jumps headlong into a new adventure in a new reality and the stimuli are not lacking: there are energy, curiosity and desire to start. But at the same time because it wears environments is difficult and takes time, patience and a good dose of liver. The effort obviously monetize the long-term perspective, which is currently lacking (in fact, I'm jumping from country to country, from city to city within a relatively few months and certainly not in a state of Pasha).

I also feel a bit 'unfortunate, because I have to say that Belgrade is also fun, especially at night. Unfortunate because a month now I'm missing a partner, a shoulder, one that I follow, one that wants to have fun with me. What I was practically "married." Whenever I suggest to leave it sleeping, routinely calls the woman in the house together and prepare sweets and cakes (it is very thrilled to have bought a balance for the determination of the ingredients and is very proud of what the desserts are good: I have to admit that he is right and it's really good at cooking). Never goes out and when it is sleepy: it is past midnight curfew, so you return home. Hands up who has never seen a similar dish at least one of his friends.

If I were to leave tomorrow, bring back the feeling of not having lived up in the bottom of this city. Of not having enough fun. That I have not enjoyed to infuse the Stefan Braun and Tramvaij (two disco cute and well-attended). I have it all set, I'm busy, but everything seemed to be against me. In all the previous adventures beyond the Alps, have always managed to combine work, productivity, entertainment. Which is impossible in Belgrade city full of entertainment venues in which to work but tends to be impossible. Productivity in a sense is not missed, but the paradoxical price paid is the cancellation of entertainment from my agenda. What I'm sorry. It happens, you can not have it all.

And I also understand the difference between my point of view critical of the city and the apologist of other Italians. Italians live with their salaries, which allows quite easily to the good life fluency in bypassing the criticality of the system. Which also allows him to combine productivity and entertainment. A salary you live in Italian center, you have a home, eating out if you want, you are moving taxi. With the scholarships of the Serbian government is living in a student (not exactly in the center), eat in university cafeterias and live in a double room with a stranger.

Certainly you'll be thinking that "The student, however, is full of students, which has its advantages ...". Yes, but is full of Serbian students. Students who come from the country, struggling to speak English with foreigners (in Serbia propositoin foreigners are "strangers" and not "foreigners") and can not understand English with Italian accent. Students that one, given the village, does not ring true to see so many young people (Serbs) together. Students so it is probably too expensive to stay out of the house, the non-work study. Students who do not keep a good average if they are expelled by the student (which is a tragedy for their finances). So that students are in study hall hours in the most absurd (at midnight on Saturday, at four in the morning on Sundays). Students who do not realize that a foreigner can learn to speak Serbian in Serbia without (for my inquiry is just a form translated!). Students who rarely leave the students, who spend their afternoons and evenings playing volleyball in their yard, systematically speaking in Serbian, Serbian listening to music, drinking beer with the Serbs. Not for nothing that we in Serbia.

With all due respect, what I'll ever have in common with a boy of Kraguievac? Valjevo? Vranje? What I talk to these people here? Copenhagen? In Europe? Or the twenty years between Belgrade from the rest of Europe? If you want to be friend of the Serbs have to congratulate him: they are able to do everything and anything you do know them better than you can do: do not listen to you even when you speak, they already understand, why you dismiss with a relatively reassuring " nema problem. "

But when you hear "nema problem" preparations, and the problem will be presented when you least expect it, that is when he will do what you ask, whatever that is. And he or did not understand, or pretends not to understand. In any case, not lift a finger. Obviously the cause of all evil Serbs and 'external and the bombings: yes, they have also caused climate change, as I told a dear friend of Serbia.

are disappointed and a little 'tired in these lines. Saturday was the "Museum Night" here in Belgrade, a kind of white night with museums, events and exhibitions around the city. As I reached the Institute for a quick round of support, I was thinking what does regret once they arrive in Bucharest, Belgrade. An hour and five minutes to cover approximately 4.5km is an interesting time: I live near a square terminus of three lines of trolley buses, which are not parties for more than 35 '. Those who left did not collect the passengers, but pointed straight to the garage. No explanation, no warning, no nothing. Only so many Serbs who passively accepts everything. The four subway lines in Bucharest and Rome remains a dream for a distant pipe dream for Belgrade.

Amen.

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Bucharest, Belgrade, Kiev is the Aristotelian syllogism

About thirty years, unshaven, spontaneous smile and ready wit: Mark lives in Kiev, but came to Belgrade on vacation. We all hung on his lips, by asking thousands of questions about life in Ukraine, Ukrainians and especially on the course of Ukraine. And he can not spit out a single thing nor the city nor its people lived in Belgrade for nine months, he misses and misses.

But I would never have thought of regret Bucharest. Then I came to Belgrade. Think

Kiev, will my readers' witty: "Bucharest is from Belgrade Belgrade is in Kiev in Kiev, Bucharest is so ..."

No, guys, no: the Aristotelian syllogism is unlikely. The question I ask myself is rather different: I can also regret Serbia? What regret Belgrade? The system transport? Humility? The 'open-mindedness "? The efficiency chronic?

and reason about what the expectations are influential in the experiences abroad (maybe in the experiences in general). And I recall the words of Mark: "After living in Belgrade, I went to Albania, but even in Tirana, Shkodra, not in Los Angeles, before going to Kiev: think I did everything to go, doted on Ukraine. Two weeks ago I decided that Kiev is not for me, and that Ukrainians do not like, whereas before I said "Dunno, maybe it's me ...." Are closed, you can not make us bad people and friendship all foreigners I know they are not good and not have Ukrainian friends, even those who live there for a while and you are married .... "

In Romania, I learned that it would be good not to get too many expectations before going abroad: I arrived in Lithuania with no expectations and was a triumph, came to Bucharest full of expectations and were ups and downs, I came to Copenhagen and stayed with some expectation surprised to see the expectations but disappointed to find surprises where expectations were missing. Before leaving for I knew that Serbia should turn away from expectations, but probably also knew Mark before leaving for Kiev, but we fell for both. Easy to say but not to do, I'm thinking.

fact and reason on the pre-departure Serbian, thinking back to ten contacts I had in Serbia: all guys known around seminars in Europe, guys with whom you find yourself to the casino together, pale in the face of the Scandinavian and drunks Germans. Children with the common spirit "southern European", with which you were good. You guys had painted Belgrade as a city able to live life and have fun, a city that never sleeps a party town full of nightlife. A city where you'll find great, guys with whom I had left with a "come on, I'll see you in Belgrade ...".

Boys are no longer 'seen, boys that have disappeared, guys who have never called, guys who have called them if you have not responded.

Boys obviously "have to do" what the fuck will never make
Belgrade in Belgrade if nothing works? What do Belgrade? Nothing. Indeed, one thing I do: drink coffee (the plants are watered with water, Belgrade drink coffee). Belgrade is a city based on coffee (and then I wonder if the plants are watered with coffee). Boys apparently drink coffee, but which obviously do not care to drink with you (so in some way You'll be). In my opinion the problem is not the evil, the problem is clearly sympathetic to the Serbs weigh also write a text message, a message on Facebook or making a phone call of invitation. Let's say you do not feel like doing shit, Belgrade is the city for you and you will like Belgrade.

Sunday in a city park to discover the way in which the Serbs go on roller-blades, once worn, they cling to the motor driven by a friend and - taking deep breaths of the gas discharge - whether traveling on the bike path.

not exactly healthy but want to put the energy wasted for skating?

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Bucharest, Belgrade, Kiev is the Aristotelian syllogism

About thirty years, unshaven, spontaneous smile and ready wit: Mark lives in Kiev, but came to Belgrade on vacation. We all hung on his lips, by asking thousands of questions about life in Ukraine, Ukrainians and especially on the course of Ukraine. And he can not spit out a single thing nor the city nor its people lived in Belgrade for nine months, he misses and misses.

But I would never have thought of regret Bucharest. Then I came to Belgrade. Think

Kiev, will my readers' witty: "Bucharest is from Belgrade Belgrade is in Kiev in Kiev, Bucharest is so ..."

No, guys, no: the Aristotelian syllogism is unlikely. The question I ask myself is rather different: I can also regret Serbia? What regret Belgrade? The system transport? Humility? The 'open-mindedness "? The efficiency chronic?

and reason about what the expectations are influential in the experiences abroad (maybe in the experiences in general). And I recall the words of Mark: "After living in Belgrade, I went to Albania, but even in Tirana, Shkodra, not in Los Angeles, before going to Kiev: think I did everything to go, doted on Ukraine. Two weeks ago I decided that Kiev is not for me, and that Ukrainians do not like, whereas before I said "Dunno, maybe it's me ...." Are closed, you can not make us bad people and friendship all foreigners I know they are not good and not have Ukrainian friends, even those who live there for a while and you are married .... "

In Romania, I learned that it would be good not to get too many expectations before going abroad: I arrived in Lithuania with no expectations and was a triumph, came to Bucharest full of expectations and were ups and downs, I came to Copenhagen and stayed with some expectation surprised to see the expectations but disappointed to find surprises where expectations were missing. Before leaving for I knew that Serbia should turn away from expectations, but probably also knew Mark before leaving for Kiev, but we fell for both. Easy to say but not to do, I'm thinking.

fact and reason on the pre-departure Serbian, thinking back to ten contacts I had in Serbia: all guys known around seminars in Europe, guys with whom you find yourself to the casino together, pale in the face of the Scandinavian and drunks Germans. Children with the common spirit "southern European", with which you were good. You guys had painted Belgrade as a city able to live life and have fun, a city that never sleeps a party town full of nightlife. A city where you'll find great, guys with whom I had left with a "come on, I'll see you in Belgrade ...".

Boys are no longer 'seen, boys that have disappeared, guys who have never called, guys who have called them if you have not responded.

Boys obviously "have to do" what the fuck will never make
Belgrade in Belgrade if nothing works? What do Belgrade? Nothing. Indeed, one thing I do: drink coffee (the plants are watered with water, Belgrade drink coffee). Belgrade is a city based on coffee (and then I wonder if the plants are watered with coffee). Boys apparently drink coffee, but which obviously do not care to drink with you (so in some way You'll be). In my opinion the problem is not the evil, the problem is clearly sympathetic to the Serbs weigh also write a text message, a message on Facebook or making a phone call of invitation. Let's say you do not feel like doing shit, Belgrade is the city for you and you will like Belgrade.

Sunday in a city park to discover the way in which the Serbs go on roller-blades, once worn, they cling to the motor driven by a friend and - taking deep breaths of the gas discharge - whether traveling on the bike path.

not exactly healthy but want to put the energy wasted for skating?

Home Remedies For Nair Burning Privates

NUMBER TWENTY-TWO NUMBER TWENTY TWENTY

AS SAYING LUBRANO

... When you understand the rules that govern the subway, you know much of a people and nation. It was so in St. Petersburg, where the whole car was laughing in the face of dizzy Italian tourist who realizes that he was robbed when they went up on the train. It was so in Copenhagen where the rule of letting off before boarding is not affected even by strollers and bicycles, moved with discipline by passengers who chose to shun the place more isolated and away from other living souls.

's so well in Milan where the locals walk with famous quickly remove their shoes before hitting the neophytes on the group that usually gets lost in front of the intersection of Sixth and Smeraldo, snookered traffic coming from the yellow. The subway is Bucharest but a lot of fun. No time to announce the stop, the passengers are already down in the Maori dance: they know that they expect a battle to get out and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. Across the sound of the train that arrives is perceived as the sound of the horn before the battle, waiting passengers know that they expect a battle and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. The result? As soon as the doors open and the 'war, since the objectives of each others collide. Needless to say, anything goes against the principle of physics that say that if a space is occupied by a body, not can be occupied simultaneously by another body.

But physics does not work sometimes. And here we are - needless to say - in Belgrade. It 'hard to explain how it is possible, but sometimes, after ten minutes of waiting, the platform is crowded. Caracalla ambled, here's a tram coming down there unfounded. It 'full of people, of course, because the waiting passengers were accumulated. This fall two, he rose nineteen: I do not know where to put it, perhaps there is a double bottom. But after the stop, as if by magic, it will drop another three and go up twenty-seven, and do not even know where it ends, people from above. In Belgrade public transport - if they pass - must stop all the "stations" (stanize, according to the local dialect), at all hours in all weather conditions. The idea is to allow passengers to get off calmly and without outreach to those who wait at the bus stop to alert the driver. Of course not 'need to ring the bell to request the stop.

But does not always go so smooth. Because a little 'as the old ladies of Milan, who are preparing for the first ten stops ingabolate not stay in human trafficking, also in Belgrade always happens to run into a crowd of idiots who stop just before the opening of doors, with the result produce congestion and also with the incredible congestion almost half empty. The dream of the average passenger down in Belgrade, in front of doors opening, is to see two rows of passengers getting that widen and find a center aisle to exit and walk away. We say that dreams of being Pirlo who is about to kick a penalty into an empty net.

But he knows that the opening of the doors will feel a bit 'as a Pirlo free-kick but when he beats a limit: in fact find a few feet from the doors, a thick barrier composed of human sciuri, old, young and old, willing long suit virtually side by side the length of the tram. The consequence is that those who want to get off once it is done the last step, does not put his foot on the ankle but the first Pirlo, who by then was broken on the reef, and that is' open. Who's barrier however, had not even heard the whistle, he throws to meet Pirlo's turn and grab the handrail to climb, in spite of the fifty passengers trying to get off. Here too scuffle, but it must be said that everything takes place peacefully and normally no one gets hurt no one complains too much.

Why I have not described the Belgrade underground as I did for the other cities? Simple, because the only subway line in Belgrade - far-sighted and far-reaching - connecting A to B, with a utility difficult to quantify. Obviously I've never taken, even if I pass almost daily through the underpass, one of two stops to cross a major intersection.

It 's very new and modern, with accurate and bilingual. Ana describes it thus: "It 's just another great work of Milosevic, expensive, luxurious and useless: the only Czech who used it for a video." Czech Republic (for the record reads Zeza), as beautiful as artificial, is a singer from the dimly stormy past (it is the former wife of Arkan) and with a bit of trouble with the law, which occasionally resurfaces. It is impossible to think that the magnificent stop Spomenik Vukov (in spite of the unfriendly name, is actually a nice park that houses a student residence and two statues, one of Vuk Karadizic, which reforms' by introducing variant of the Cyrillic alphabet, Serbian, and one of Cyril and Methodius invented the Glagolitic alphabet, the more 'old Slavic alphabet known).

And thinking of the curves of the Czech Republic, the question arises: why the Serbs, when they meet a beautiful Serbian, never turning round to look at your ass?

Home Remedies For Nair Burning Privates

NUMBER TWENTY-TWO NUMBER TWENTY TWENTY

AS SAYING LUBRANO

... When you understand the rules that govern the subway, you know much of a people and nation. It was so in St. Petersburg, where the whole car was laughing in the face of dizzy Italian tourist who realizes that he was robbed when they went up on the train. It was so in Copenhagen where the rule of letting off before boarding is not affected even by strollers and bicycles, moved with discipline by passengers who chose to shun the place more isolated and away from other living souls.

's so well in Milan where the locals walk with famous quickly remove their shoes before hitting the neophytes on the group that usually gets lost in front of the intersection of Sixth and Smeraldo, snookered traffic coming from the yellow. The subway is Bucharest but a lot of fun. No time to announce the stop, the passengers are already down in the Maori dance: they know that they expect a battle to get out and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. Across the sound of the train that arrives is perceived as the sound of the horn before the battle, waiting passengers know that they expect a battle and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. The result? As soon as the doors open and the 'war, since the objectives of each others collide. Needless to say, anything goes against the principle of physics that say that if a space is occupied by a body, not can be occupied simultaneously by another body.

But physics does not work sometimes. And here we are - needless to say - in Belgrade. It 'hard to explain how it is possible, but sometimes, after ten minutes of waiting, the platform is crowded. Caracalla ambled, here's a tram coming down there unfounded. It 'full of people, of course, because the waiting passengers were accumulated. This fall two, he rose nineteen: I do not know where to put it, perhaps there is a double bottom. But after the stop, as if by magic, it will drop another three and go up twenty-seven, and do not even know where it ends, people from above. In Belgrade public transport - if they pass - must stop all the "stations" (stanize, according to the local dialect), at all hours in all weather conditions. The idea is to allow passengers to get off calmly and without outreach to those who wait at the bus stop to alert the driver. Of course not 'need to ring the bell to request the stop.

But does not always go so smooth. Because a little 'as the old ladies of Milan, who are preparing for the first ten stops ingabolate not stay in human trafficking, also in Belgrade always happens to run into a crowd of idiots who stop just before the opening of doors, with the result produce congestion and also with the incredible congestion almost half empty. The dream of the average passenger down in Belgrade, in front of doors opening, is to see two rows of passengers getting that widen and find a center aisle to exit and walk away. We say that dreams of being Pirlo who is about to kick a penalty into an empty net.

But he knows that the opening of the doors will feel a bit 'as a Pirlo free-kick but when he beats a limit: in fact find a few feet from the doors, a thick barrier composed of human sciuri, old, young and old, willing long suit virtually side by side the length of the tram. The consequence is that those who want to get off once it is done the last step, does not put his foot on the ankle but the first Pirlo, who by then was broken on the reef, and that is' open. Who's barrier however, had not even heard the whistle, he throws to meet Pirlo's turn and grab the handrail to climb, in spite of the fifty passengers trying to get off. Here too scuffle, but it must be said that everything takes place peacefully and normally no one gets hurt no one complains too much.

Why I have not described the Belgrade underground as I did for the other cities? Simple, because the only subway line in Belgrade - far-sighted and far-reaching - connecting A to B, with a utility difficult to quantify. Obviously I've never taken, even if I pass almost daily through the underpass, one of two stops to cross a major intersection.

It 's very new and modern, with accurate and bilingual. Ana describes it thus: "It 's just another great work of Milosevic, expensive, luxurious and useless: the only Czech who used it for a video." Czech Republic (for the record reads Zeza), as beautiful as artificial, is a singer from the dimly stormy past (it is the former wife of Arkan) and with a bit of trouble with the law, which occasionally resurfaces. It is impossible to think that the magnificent stop Spomenik Vukov (in spite of the unfriendly name, is actually a nice park that houses a student residence and two statues, one of Vuk Karadizic, which reforms' by introducing variant of the Cyrillic alphabet, Serbian, and one of Cyril and Methodius invented the Glagolitic alphabet, the more 'old Slavic alphabet known).

And thinking of the curves of the Czech Republic, the question arises: why the Serbs, when they meet a beautiful Serbian, never turning round to look at your ass?

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SERBIAN HEART ANKLE ITALICA

"Milosevic? They would have to give him the Nobel Prize for Ecology: During the sanctions came to a standstill throughout the economy, including factories, so that the rivers are back to being absolutely clean "smiles the landlord, pointing to the river, happy and peaceful, flowing behind him. We are a short walk from Ada Ciganlija, to dinner guests by the family of Lana and Vanda, two students of Italian, who owns a small SPLAV on the Sava.

No time to arrive and deliver a bouquet of flowers to the lady, which we find ourselves in a toast with a glass of Rakia: these parts brandy is a drink, so it should be enjoyed on an empty stomach to enjoy the meal. Time to give a little 'bread crumbs in food to ducks, swans and wild ducks that flock here, the food is ready. Although all had put his hands forward with a "not easy to cook pasta Italians," in reality the spaghetti with meat sauce, as the pairing may seem odd, are quite good: "sorry, but we topped them with ketchup and eat them all'insalata together, "say our guests smiling. And after the salad - like magic - there's a cheesecake, Montenegrin and Bulgarian salami, chicken breast, boiled eggs, before the ice-cream cake, garnished with cream and jam. All doses more than abundant.

Obviously there is much talk of how beautiful Italy, the talent Carosone, then also tell us of their restaurant and when - during the filming of Quo Vadis - Massimo Ranieri and Sophia Loren had dinner with them. And what are Ranieri appreciated the discretion of the restaurant (which kept away journalists and onlookers) that palacinka (pancakes or cracks), renamed by Ranieri "paladieci." "I had to bother you so much," says Federico parents, but my mother, good-natured air, we replied that "our daughters, we have spoken well of you have said you were good and caught two boys, so for us it is a Please .... " "Culture? Not enough to work at the Institute of Culture to be men of culture! "Burst into the father's general laughter. I subscribe to, and Federico and share.

And while the father goes to work on SPLAV (which is new, but for renovation), Wool Vanda and washing dishes while her mother gives to me and Federico two chairs, a table with two home-made cakes and Turkish coffee. We ask if you need help, but we told him to sit and enjoy the sun we were not even authentic Belgrade. We stare in disbelief thinking about how hard the life of Italian teachers ... in Belgrade! Smile thinking about who spends his days filing invoices, making photocopies and cross tables excel, even in a wet Italian office. The quiet music in the background, the sun's reflection on the lake, peace reigns. At the moment the call comes to say goodbye to the reply: "well past us, we are often here: Next time bring your costume, we have a boat and go for a swim off."

think that I wanted to write a post on the arrogance with which the Serbs laugh when you tell them "we will go to Zagreb for the weekend" "what are you going to do? It 's small, boring, nothing happens! "And then the Croats always speak with" gl "and not saying Mgliiiiieco Mleco (which means milk). Or the ease with which the Serbs laugh every time they are named "Romania" and / or "Bucharest" (in these parts is not clear that the market is Romania, the Union European and 'about four times - certainly more than three times - by the Serbian and Bucharest, a city with four underground lines, is about twice of Belgrade.

But I did not succeed. Serbia is indeed a strange country, no half measures. A country still, static, slow, relaxed, conservative, rural, provincial. But a country populated by simple people, genuine and big-hearted and good. A relatively poor country but at the same time be safe and free of crime. A country that live and let live. A country that always finds a solution and never misses a chance to smile, to enjoy life, to enjoy the little things. A country full of young maidens who, in spring time, accomplice in the heat, it becomes difficult to manage.

A country in which our hero has even started to do sports, after the bursitis in recent months. A country that Saturday night at Plastic (as defined ... Disco? Carnaio? Without Serbian music? We like it, although the famous Milanese counterpart seems quite different in tone and structure) of the students I met three beginners (they are incredibly managed to venture a presentation more than decent to Frederick, mainly affected by his friend of the two). A country in which it is believed that controversially agree with that and with but if you do not write the story, but without that goal from Adriano hands and without the robbery of Siena ...

What Kind Of Oil Is In Victoria Secret Bra

SERBIAN HEART ANKLE ITALICA

"Milosevic? They would have to give him the Nobel Prize for Ecology: During the sanctions came to a standstill throughout the economy, including factories, so that the rivers are back to being absolutely clean "smiles the landlord, pointing to the river, happy and peaceful, flowing behind him. We are a short walk from Ada Ciganlija, to dinner guests by the family of Lana and Vanda, two students of Italian, who owns a small SPLAV on the Sava.

No time to arrive and deliver a bouquet of flowers to the lady, which we find ourselves in a toast with a glass of Rakia: these parts brandy is a drink, so it should be enjoyed on an empty stomach to enjoy the meal. Time to give a little 'bread crumbs in food to ducks, swans and wild ducks that flock here, the food is ready. Although all had put his hands forward with a "not easy to cook pasta Italians," in reality the spaghetti with meat sauce, as the pairing may seem odd, are quite good: "sorry, but we topped them with ketchup and eat them all'insalata together, "say our guests smiling. And after the salad - like magic - there's a cheesecake, Montenegrin and Bulgarian salami, chicken breast, boiled eggs, before the ice-cream cake, garnished with cream and jam. All doses more than abundant.

Obviously there is much talk of how beautiful Italy, the talent Carosone, then also tell us of their restaurant and when - during the filming of Quo Vadis - Massimo Ranieri and Sophia Loren had dinner with them. And what are Ranieri appreciated the discretion of the restaurant (which kept away journalists and onlookers) that palacinka (pancakes or cracks), renamed by Ranieri "paladieci." "I had to bother you so much," says Federico parents, but my mother, good-natured air, we replied that "our daughters, we have spoken well of you have said you were good and caught two boys, so for us it is a Please .... " "Culture? Not enough to work at the Institute of Culture to be men of culture! "Burst into the father's general laughter. I subscribe to, and Federico and share.

And while the father goes to work on SPLAV (which is new, but for renovation), Wool Vanda and washing dishes while her mother gives to me and Federico two chairs, a table with two home-made cakes and Turkish coffee. We ask if you need help, but we told him to sit and enjoy the sun we were not even authentic Belgrade. We stare in disbelief thinking about how hard the life of Italian teachers ... in Belgrade! Smile thinking about who spends his days filing invoices, making photocopies and cross tables excel, even in a wet Italian office. The quiet music in the background, the sun's reflection on the lake, peace reigns. At the moment the call comes to say goodbye to the reply: "well past us, we are often here: Next time bring your costume, we have a boat and go for a swim off."

think that I wanted to write a post on the arrogance with which the Serbs laugh when you tell them "we will go to Zagreb for the weekend" "what are you going to do? It 's small, boring, nothing happens! "And then the Croats always speak with" gl "and not saying Mgliiiiieco Mleco (which means milk). Or the ease with which the Serbs laugh every time they are named "Romania" and / or "Bucharest" (in these parts is not clear that the market is Romania, the Union European and 'about four times - certainly more than three times - by the Serbian and Bucharest, a city with four underground lines, is about twice of Belgrade.

But I did not succeed. Serbia is indeed a strange country, no half measures. A country still, static, slow, relaxed, conservative, rural, provincial. But a country populated by simple people, genuine and big-hearted and good. A relatively poor country but at the same time be safe and free of crime. A country that live and let live. A country that always finds a solution and never misses a chance to smile, to enjoy life, to enjoy the little things. A country full of young maidens who, in spring time, accomplice in the heat, it becomes difficult to manage.

A country in which our hero has even started to do sports, after the bursitis in recent months. A country that Saturday night at Plastic (as defined ... Disco? Carnaio? Without Serbian music? We like it, although the famous Milanese counterpart seems quite different in tone and structure) of the students I met three beginners (they are incredibly managed to venture a presentation more than decent to Frederick, mainly affected by his friend of the two). A country in which it is believed that controversially agree with that and with but if you do not write the story, but without that goal from Adriano hands and without the robbery of Siena ...

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NUMBER NUMBER NUMBER EIGHTEEN NINETEEN

A WALK IN THE TIME OF LJUBLJANA AND BELGRADE

shines a bright sun and the temperature is pleasant: quiet atmosphere, no air of celebration. The streets are crowded with police, who stretches barriers, stopping and turning vehicles: it's Saturday and you run the marathon in Belgrade. Everything seems orderly and everything runs smoothly so that we meet at 10.30 - Pekar products (oven) at hand - a cup of coffee at a motorway motorway, direct in Croatia. A little 'as in back to the future, with Fred in the role of Doc 156 and a black to serve as a time machine, in a few hours (accompanied by the unmistakable sound of Elio e le Storie Tese), we found in Zagreb, about 10 / 15 years old from Belgrade.

clean and tidy, Zagreb, Ljubljana and Belgrade is more: the atmosphere is European, not only for the blue flags with yellow stars peep out of one side of the premises. Zastava and Yugo-free (but also of Dacia) traffic seems to be governed Zagreb although we succeed is trying hard to fix a fine, accidentally cutting a traffic light is clearly red two minutes after parking in no parking, obviously under the eyes of a hyper- reasonable police officer who is confined to a peremptory rebuke. Tram whizzing and colorful new technology between the stops with panels showing the waiting times of the various lines: to the ticket Just write a text message. Elegant even dogs, all with collars and jackets.

On the roof of the church of San Marco led the logos of the municipality and in Croatia, designed by a typical mosaic tiles, we are in the main square of the upper town, on the one hand there is the Parliament, other Government while the town is a few tens of meters. A few steps away from the nerve center, there is a park with a 180 ° view over the city: the Gothic spire of the cathedral typically (St. Stephen of Hungary, vaguely reminiscent of Notre Dame) dominate the landscape, consisting mainly of buildings and residential buildings, brick buildings and, here and there, some church (Also made of brick with pointed steeples: vaguely reminiscent of the Danish Lutheran Church). From the equestrian statue, the center of Ban Jelacic Square - the main square at the bottom - leaving two features alleyways filled with bars, pubs, clubs and restaurants, nightlife center of Zagreb, a climb to the top (alternatively there is a convenient car), while the other door to the cathedral, through the market square. Within walking distance there is' another typical flower market.

Probably the Serbian language is not the best way to approach the people, otherwise the Sicilian "nzu" with which a lazy waiter responds to question, "Can I pay in Euro?" although sitting down in a pizzeria in the center, said the waiter refuses even to approach the table to take orders. The direction of marketing does not seem exactly developed: if Saturday afternoon many downtown shops are closed we were not even in Copenhagen, on Sunday the hyper-modern shopping center borders on the ridiculous, as the complex is open, but the shutters of the shops are systematically lower .

One of the first connections to the traveler with Croatia and Italy is a 'football, so one of the first names that come to mind is certainly to Zorro Boban: After a career full of triumphs and international trophies in the Rossoneri shirt, Zvone decided to hang up the shoes and retired from the public and dealing primarily with the family. But the food: its cafe-restaurant - which of course bears his name - reasonably priced, elegant atmosphere, prompt service and - most important - good food. Not far from the restaurant Boban, is the splendid square named after Marshal Tito and the National Theatre is beautiful, surrounded by gardens with beautiful flower arrangements.

The return is in Belgrade late on Sunday after a good pasta dish with mussels, there was found to spread Nutella on a dove, a gift to Frederick from an Italian friend. So that's the only time vaguely Easter 2009: sull'ammiraglia is a result of the Delta Tour cyclists of Serbia (the day when Catholics remember the Resurrection) and in the Croatian weekend (the day when the Orthodox celebrate touched Easter), Easter items are substantially lacking. It will be for next year ...

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NUMBER NUMBER NUMBER EIGHTEEN NINETEEN

A WALK IN THE TIME OF LJUBLJANA AND BELGRADE

shines a bright sun and the temperature is pleasant: quiet atmosphere, no air of celebration. The streets are crowded with police, who stretches barriers, stopping and turning vehicles: it's Saturday and you run the marathon in Belgrade. Everything seems orderly and everything runs smoothly so that we meet at 10.30 - Pekar products (oven) at hand - a cup of coffee at a motorway motorway, direct in Croatia. A little 'as in back to the future, with Fred in the role of Doc 156 and a black to serve as a time machine, in a few hours (accompanied by the unmistakable sound of Elio e le Storie Tese), we found in Zagreb, about 10 / 15 years old from Belgrade.

clean and tidy, Zagreb, Ljubljana and Belgrade is more: the atmosphere is European, not only for the blue flags with yellow stars peep out of one side of the premises. Zastava and Yugo-free (but also of Dacia) traffic seems to be governed Zagreb although we succeed is trying hard to fix a fine, accidentally cutting a traffic light is clearly red two minutes after parking in no parking, obviously under the eyes of a hyper- reasonable police officer who is confined to a peremptory rebuke. Tram whizzing and colorful new technology between the stops with panels showing the waiting times of the various lines: to the ticket Just write a text message. Elegant even dogs, all with collars and jackets.

On the roof of the church of San Marco led the logos of the municipality and in Croatia, designed by a typical mosaic tiles, we are in the main square of the upper town, on the one hand there is the Parliament, other Government while the town is a few tens of meters. A few steps away from the nerve center, there is a park with a 180 ° view over the city: the Gothic spire of the cathedral typically (St. Stephen of Hungary, vaguely reminiscent of Notre Dame) dominate the landscape, consisting mainly of buildings and residential buildings, brick buildings and, here and there, some church (Also made of brick with pointed steeples: vaguely reminiscent of the Danish Lutheran Church). From the equestrian statue, the center of Ban Jelacic Square - the main square at the bottom - leaving two features alleyways filled with bars, pubs, clubs and restaurants, nightlife center of Zagreb, a climb to the top (alternatively there is a convenient car), while the other door to the cathedral, through the market square. Within walking distance there is' another typical flower market.

Probably the Serbian language is not the best way to approach the people, otherwise the Sicilian "nzu" with which a lazy waiter responds to question, "Can I pay in Euro?" although sitting down in a pizzeria in the center, said the waiter refuses even to approach the table to take orders. The direction of marketing does not seem exactly developed: if Saturday afternoon many downtown shops are closed we were not even in Copenhagen, on Sunday the hyper-modern shopping center borders on the ridiculous, as the complex is open, but the shutters of the shops are systematically lower .

One of the first connections to the traveler with Croatia and Italy is a 'football, so one of the first names that come to mind is certainly to Zorro Boban: After a career full of triumphs and international trophies in the Rossoneri shirt, Zvone decided to hang up the shoes and retired from the public and dealing primarily with the family. But the food: its cafe-restaurant - which of course bears his name - reasonably priced, elegant atmosphere, prompt service and - most important - good food. Not far from the restaurant Boban, is the splendid square named after Marshal Tito and the National Theatre is beautiful, surrounded by gardens with beautiful flower arrangements.

The return is in Belgrade late on Sunday after a good pasta dish with mussels, there was found to spread Nutella on a dove, a gift to Frederick from an Italian friend. So that's the only time vaguely Easter 2009: sull'ammiraglia is a result of the Delta Tour cyclists of Serbia (the day when Catholics remember the Resurrection) and in the Croatian weekend (the day when the Orthodox celebrate touched Easter), Easter items are substantially lacking. It will be for next year ...

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Easter? WHEN DO GET!

After a wild night with the usual Federico, the usually merciless sunshine hits the eye so that you - even if the 9.30 - sleep good that he's gone. A quick breakfast and milk-based wafer, shower and hand wash clothing intimate weekly. I took the test, the focus Trg Republike (Republic Square): if you normally under the horse in front of the National Museum is expected to appointments, lunch and a half is scheduled to leave the Delta Tour, a bike race that sees the committed junior and senior categories: the 115km route will pass through and Pancevo (laughing industrial center - about 100,000 - located 15km from Belgrade known for a refinery bombed by NATO for a horror movie recently shot in the warehouses), Kort, Smerderevo (a lovely town situated on the Danube between rolling hills of fruit trees in bloom, best known for the castle of Despot Stefan) and again in Belgrade, before the arrival uphill Rakovica.

axis of the jury and it follows that the race was 'a pleasure: the race "live" close to cyclists and' truly spectacular, including clocks, radio links, flagships, ambulances and police motorbikes (the legendary Ranko , totum in fact cycling federation, it is not quiet a moment!). E 'spectacular and fun, especially when cyclists climb a few hills just before the finish line. The chain of "I never thought of ..." has been enriched with another amazing ring, also because the car is driven by Senior Milenkovic, legend of cycling the first Yugoslav and Serbian then, father of Junior Milenkovic, discrete Today runner organizer of the Tour of Serbia. Milenkovic speak both Italian and both have proven kind and helpful.

Cycling in Italy, at least as an image, is a sport "popular" - perhaps the sport popular for excellence "- is a" sport for all ", a sport in which very often come from families with limited samples and normal : a sport that brings the party and lost the color in the countries with the caravan of the Tour. Cycling in Serbia and 'paradoxically a sport "elite", a sport for the rich. Why? Just a few words to a manufacturer of bicycles and explained why: "This bicycle Euro 5000, Serbia salary 300 Euro, 300 Euro is already good salary: few cyclists. " In Belgrade and Serbia in the cycling tradition is very weak cycle on the streets of the capital is a gamble, plus a track that is missing is an indoor facility. As a logical consequence, most of the approximately 150 riders licensed by the federation, not from Belgrade (which has about half the Serb population).

The arrival of the race is very close to the park Ciukaricki, where took place the day before another bike race, this time of cadets and cadet "Group B" in a circuit inside the park: I smile when I find myself the table of the leaders of cycling federation, in front of me with sixty young cyclists who lunch, chatting and smiling. I never thought of Easter as a pass, partly because instill in Belgrade is not yet as Easter, in agreement with the Orthodox calendar, Easter comes a week after the Catholic Church.

So the famous trip outside of Easter takes place in the faculty of architecture with stunning six hours, with four starters and two advanced. Just a pause in the lesson of advanced, Goran you tradurgli courage and asked me a few words: "pedantic", "draft", "break", "polentone. I became suspicious, so I ask where have found these words. He smiles and says, "to your blog." Incredulous, I ask him how he managed to find it. "Simple, I tried your email address, I entered your name and Facebook was your sentence, so I opened it." And how can the lessons in the university "the best" of life in Belgrade?

I'm really proud of my students - not only to Goran, who I'm sure he'll be reading this - especially for beginners and improve lesson in class. Everyone seems to follow with great interest with my ranting, even if the courses are neither mandatory nor curriculum. They do so mainly because they dream of going to perfect in Italy, enrolling in a course of study or in an exchange Basileus (Erasmus is the counterpart for the Balkans / Mediterranean), but they do so because they like our language, or simply because the course is free.

and pending arrivals another Easter - Sunday, this time the Orthodox - I take my leave, calling once again in the Abruzzo hold on and not give up.

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Easter? WHEN DO GET!

After a wild night with the usual Federico, the usually merciless sunshine hits the eye so that you - even if the 9.30 - sleep good that he's gone. A quick breakfast and milk-based wafer, shower and hand wash clothing intimate weekly. I took the test, the focus Trg Republike (Republic Square): if you normally under the horse in front of the National Museum is expected to appointments, lunch and a half is scheduled to leave the Delta Tour, a bike race that sees the committed junior and senior categories: the 115km route will pass through and Pancevo (laughing industrial center - about 100,000 - located 15km from Belgrade known for a refinery bombed by NATO for a horror movie recently shot in the warehouses), Kort, Smerderevo (a lovely town situated on the Danube between rolling hills of fruit trees in bloom, best known for the castle of Despot Stefan) and again in Belgrade, before the arrival uphill Rakovica.

axis of the jury and it follows that the race was 'a pleasure: the race "live" close to cyclists and' truly spectacular, including clocks, radio links, flagships, ambulances and police motorbikes (the legendary Ranko , totum in fact cycling federation, it is not quiet a moment!). E 'spectacular and fun, especially when cyclists climb a few hills just before the finish line. The chain of "I never thought of ..." has been enriched with another amazing ring, also because the car is driven by Senior Milenkovic, legend of cycling the first Yugoslav and Serbian then, father of Junior Milenkovic, discrete Today runner organizer of the Tour of Serbia. Milenkovic speak both Italian and both have proven kind and helpful.

Cycling in Italy, at least as an image, is a sport "popular" - perhaps the sport popular for excellence "- is a" sport for all ", a sport in which very often come from families with limited samples and normal : a sport that brings the party and lost the color in the countries with the caravan of the Tour. Cycling in Serbia and 'paradoxically a sport "elite", a sport for the rich. Why? Just a few words to a manufacturer of bicycles and explained why: "This bicycle Euro 5000, Serbia salary 300 Euro, 300 Euro is already good salary: few cyclists. " In Belgrade and Serbia in the cycling tradition is very weak cycle on the streets of the capital is a gamble, plus a track that is missing is an indoor facility. As a logical consequence, most of the approximately 150 riders licensed by the federation, not from Belgrade (which has about half the Serb population).

The arrival of the race is very close to the park Ciukaricki, where took place the day before another bike race, this time of cadets and cadet "Group B" in a circuit inside the park: I smile when I find myself the table of the leaders of cycling federation, in front of me with sixty young cyclists who lunch, chatting and smiling. I never thought of Easter as a pass, partly because instill in Belgrade is not yet as Easter, in agreement with the Orthodox calendar, Easter comes a week after the Catholic Church.

So the famous trip outside of Easter takes place in the faculty of architecture with stunning six hours, with four starters and two advanced. Just a pause in the lesson of advanced, Goran you tradurgli courage and asked me a few words: "pedantic", "draft", "break", "polentone. I became suspicious, so I ask where have found these words. He smiles and says, "to your blog." Incredulous, I ask him how he managed to find it. "Simple, I tried your email address, I entered your name and Facebook was your sentence, so I opened it." And how can the lessons in the university "the best" of life in Belgrade?

I'm really proud of my students - not only to Goran, who I'm sure he'll be reading this - especially for beginners and improve lesson in class. Everyone seems to follow with great interest with my ranting, even if the courses are neither mandatory nor curriculum. They do so mainly because they dream of going to perfect in Italy, enrolling in a course of study or in an exchange Basileus (Erasmus is the counterpart for the Balkans / Mediterranean), but they do so because they like our language, or simply because the course is free.

and pending arrivals another Easter - Sunday, this time the Orthodox - I take my leave, calling once again in the Abruzzo hold on and not give up.

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ABRUZZO FORCE!

Monday, the end of the lesson: Tamara, my assistant, approaches me and asks me if I knew. No, I did not know. "A big earthquake in Rome, with dead and wounded ..." I think, while I climb the stairs on my way to my office. I receive a text message from Slovenia, while the home is charging the Courier: "If I understand it, in Abruzzo there 'was an earthquake," I look up and see the pictures on the monitor, immediately began to read. A sense of helplessness comes over me: and 'sad they can not do anything. It 's sad to feel powerless. While in Abruzzo regan my silence, amazement, sadness. Respect.

had been so long since I wrote anything, all I thought about it, except start that way. And the damage is also added insult, the number that distinguishes reading this post.

I would rather talk about the weekend I spent in Italy, to what has been difficult to prepare the case after just three days, than it has been hard to greet Fabrizio, Joseph and Paul, to what has bothered me the three-hour delay due to the Lufthansa flight, from Frankfurt past rather than 'by Monaco as expected. Maybe I could start with the four syringes of liquid that my doctor has taken out of my ankle in virtu 'bursitis of a neglected: "Sport? But forget it! "The doctor joked that I did the ultrasound.

Maybe I would have preferred to speak of last weekend, perhaps the first "real Serb" since I came here. And I think about Sunday when we found ourselves drinking a juice in a SPLAV directly on the Danube, with a bright sunshine over our heads and the inevitable Cathedral of St. Sava in the background. Afternoon continued with a walk along the river and a dinner of "cevapi", the "sausage"-shaped fingers originating in Bosnia.

Or maybe it would be nice to start with the beautiful sun that is emerging on the celo Belgrade for some time now: the winter seems to be over SO '"the change of season" made in Italy seems to be - at the time - a winning choice and appropriate. Although the winter and 'finished, Belgrade continues to be one of the few cities' in the world where the only players to respect the safety distance is pedestrians.

walk on the curb is not recommended because, if the shower due to the immense danger that formed puddles in the streets seems to have vanished (It's true hard for motorists not to wash the pedestrians), but they remain two categories of enemies of pedestrians . The first and 'represented by bus since' often go sliding to the pavement, their mirror projecting the risk of turning into a baseball bat to the heads of the poor passers-by., Leaving them to deal with the "wild parking". Excluding the vertical walls - although 'the Belgrade if all invent, still can not park in the vertical - in Belgrade when to park that is all: any hole and 'good to leave the vehicle. So the sidewalks (especially the most 'wide) becomes a logical extension of the road with motorists who - out of the parking lot and wanting to return to the stream of cars, do not hesitate to "make the lights" to pedestrians who claim to walk on the sidewalk.

I could start with the walk I did yesterday in Kalemegdan, the medieval fortress that dominates the intersection between the Danube and Sava. If the park and 'full of children and families, the "walk" with views of the rivers and' predominantly occupied by young people: those coupled lemonade, non-coupled ones watching walking, more 'or less everyone eats ice cream.

After some "tank", I approached the tables and benches where the old men play chess: Italian observers in Belgrade in fact can not 'do not be surprised at how many knot of men formed in the streets around the arena. The third time I approach, the more 'good speaks to me, but I do not understand. She tells me to play chess the nationality 'does not matter: when he realizes that I am Italian, ordered another to get up and put me on his right. The others seem to respect him: his opponent is not 'level of SO' in one minute wins and invites me to play. I try to refuse, but I can not SO 'the match begins.

One of the group continues to sing songs of San Remo, until 'my opponent shuts up,' cause the game and 'in progress: after I suggested two moves (correcting my two big mistakes), I find him to check -crazy. At that point I sought revenge with blacks: here corrects me twice as long 'is not found with a king and two pawns against a king and four pawns: it is getting dark, and the game' even and compact, with compliments and handshakes. "I always play at this table, please come back, professor!" He added, joking about my job in Serbia.

indeed a bit 'all remain perplexed in front of my new profession. And I can not blame this perplexity ': a black and' at the White House, I am a professor of Italian. There 's air of crisis, this is' how much. And it 'legitimate cry when there's' crisis. It 'cry when you have legitimate fear. E 'legitimate cry for dealing with disasters, in the face of death, desolation and pain. But in the face of fear we must respond with courage and determination: and e 'that's what I hope the people of Abruzzo are able to do. Even if they are in a country that believes in Vanna Marchi and law for false alarm involving an earthquake, seismologists (ok, I understand that you can not evacuate a large region to instill a forecast is not so clear, but 'heck the complaint appears to be excessive!).

What I want for my Abruzzo and 'you find the strength to fight, she can roll up their sleeves and will soon be able to get out of this terrible tragedy. No phenomenon can 'stop the sun rise again. Tomorrow 's another day. ABRUZZO FORCE!