Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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In the second half of December in my LJ occur in Dickens 'hard times' - I totally I do not know what to write about. The outcome is not am getting, goals for next year is not my, do not read horoscopes, resolutions do not write. What is the meaning develop spiritually and physically, If I had to quit and traveled to five color the river? The word "Wisch List" seem somehow unearthly, and a native Santa Claus, I never did not ask because that can not imagine how you can scribble something like "Dear Grandfather Frost, beard made of cotton , do so that I had tickets to Sarajevo, Mostar and Bucharest. Why strain the middle-aged man, if you can go into orbit (orbitz.com) and rotate for a while to find the desired?

So I ate buns, whittling "salads" , and philosophize. For thousands of years of its existence, and the cave, and progressive people have already signed all the possible inferences brought logical conclusions nashtampovalo stamps prescribed truisms and platitudes nabananilo. (Chewing Honduran banana) And I the worse? In the end, the banality often repeated because they are true for the majority. (Continues chant) Years go, but some values have remained the same: the closest people, great amor, Kodak moments. Although replaced by Kodak soap dish for 50 of the Baku-soapbox Canon comes in 200, and before that was a priceless Zenith ...

Memories - a privilege earned by with age. At 23 my heart was broken as a keyboard clumsy fingers. In an unhappy love affair, I blamed the authoritarian Soviet society, the system of higher education, Marxist-Leninist morality, low level of teaching a second language in the alma mater and the lack of bookstores in the Kama Sutra. But the point is no language barrier and despotic deputy. Dean, simply because of his youth, we had too few stories, and we are too quick to tell each other.

Every ten years, I understand that I love my age all the more, and with such trends, by the age of 83, I, in company with arthritis and hypertension, it can develop mania greatness! But zanudstvovat about the advantages of 13 year olds to three years old I'll be in the next post, but for now take advantage of the privilege, and remember his first Christmas. (I purposely did not write "Christmas", because for me it's two completely different holiday)

stumbles over the realities of American babies, we made first tentative steps along the flat, but the dingy sidewalk on the other side of the Atlantic. Valea border guard and I rented a basement, which is not devoid of feelings Americans call a beautiful garden apartment. Master suites, a Mexican "pan Francisco, and sprinkled with aphorisms such as" black people come for steal "and" Pshshsh! Automatic! ". Latest interjections are treated vintage heater type chingadera ", which for beauty, we set a decayed into the water. Of furniture - mattresses and pillows in a fit of charity donated by someone to whom they were also donated by someone with the same diagnosis, and before that ... and so on to infinity. Instead of chairs - Inverted plastic buckets (they pan Francisco brought ice cream for children from low-cost supermarket Aldi). Above us was Jesus - whether a nephew, or brother-in-law Pan Francisco, and I even tried a couple of times he lusty smile. It can be seen very bad things were my ... We learned to live and survive, and in the process learned that the best things in life are free. For example, Christmas trees, which they call Christmas, and so on Dec. 26, most of which goes in the trash.

... and there was Nochebuena, and Mexicans at the time forgot mucho trabajo-poquito dinero, and his daughters, first-graders were allowed nakrasili and adults do hairstyles. After all, they go to Mass, then to a large relatives to eat rice with a special festive celebration extraordinary beans. One of his first memories of Chicago - touching nakitas in ugly cheap jackets, dresses like a princess and sandals on his heels, in chicken legs in a bluish pimples carefully stepping through the snowdrifts ... For 17 years, girls grew, some pregnant, some over a surprisingly finished "High School", went to college, and I put them in three essays. However, some values remain the same: the pork chop, wine and mayonnaise "salad" for lunch and the status of Chicago as the city with the cold winter. "

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