So my friends, I wish you all a Merry Christmas again! Let it go you good
and celebrates beautiful
Whether you now have all the gifts together or not, the best present is but the day itself (:.
your Melli moonlight
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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It's almost time, or: one hour separates us from Christmas Eve (:
Whether you now have all the gifts together or not, the best present is but the day itself (:.
your Melli moonlight
Whether you now have all the gifts together or not, the best present is but the day itself (:.
your Melli moonlight
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Happy Holidays and best reading experiences ...
... and we see each other again next year!
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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Two days before Christmas Eve or., Why one should really look forward to this festival
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preliminary: For all atheists this blog will also be interesting even if it may have been in the
flagged headline and thought of you in silence you. eun Humbug Christmas Sun!
I want to tell you something. But of course all the others.
is 2010 years ago something happened or, more incisive the years ahead. A person like you and me has got a religious cause. But how do you do that? Certainly not spread easily through fairy tales, and not by others to do so. To this end they have to but only have a good reason, right? Maybe you'll see something different, your opinion is of course desirable.
But what happened? Well, Christianity is in many As yet unexplored. Perhaps we will never know the truth, at least not in detail. Basically, this is not even necessary. If you have cancer and miraculously, even though the doctors have aufgegben hope, suddenly wins the battle against this beast, be honest: Does it interest you, then how exactly all of this could take place? I doubt it. Let's face it: That would be human.
whatever was Jesus of Nazareth for a person, it was a außergewöhnliche.Man told by him, and not only that Man has a book compiled a book on the incarnation of God, as he himself according to the Bible was announced. Fascinated that you not? I see so many people are not around me. I must, however admit that I had myself a long time away. There were just too many inconsistencies in my eyes. But .. First, I have changed, have gained experience that brought me back to the topic, I had been partially re-exposing it. Incidentally, this was good because the only reason I write it all here. I would not proselytize, I want to open up new perspectives that might lead you to still others. Told me of it if you like.
Many understand the injustice of this World does not. This is the argument of many people: If there were a God, should not all this happen. But I tell you, from the Christian side could answer: not many people believe in the gift of God, the sacrifice of Jesus for humanity. And that's exactly why so there is much intolerance, discord and hatred among people. If one were to believe in the kingdom of God, it was a way that this world would be better designed. If one looks only once but the Christian ideals and values. Would they actually-by the pastors, bishops, etc. lived - this charity would be granted. And yet you would be grateful. I find that so many people today are ungrateful. Even me. Because there are moments where I think: Hey, I really would have realized long must that I would be grateful to show me. In retrospect, we regret it much .. no, not usually what was said, but what you did not say. That's really sad? For my part I try to be a better person every day, and I am well aware if I treat a person well, I may forcibly treat another badly. But I tell you: It depends on the intention. It is then no harm to the man, but to do something good for the other. That's what counts. We can not think of any. But anyone can think of his duties to others and take responsibility for his actions in order, so this would think of any.
I see that my post is a bit dry, and if you've read this far, I thank you.)
The omnipotence of God is also doubted you. Funnily enough, I am now stumbled into a bookstore about it: In fact, the omnipotence of God is simply the fact that God created everything. Not that God at any time anything can change his will. And how was he to this, even if some believe in him? Yes, little that is not true. But I think the message you understand.
Why he not created from scratch Herin everything for the best? Well, I would have to investigate further. On occasion I will post my result.
Now I am still very digressed .. you to answer the question in the title:
Rejoice, even if you do not believe in Jesus' deeds, that you learn on this day love and above all attention that is often missing in everyday life. Enjoy seeing your relatives, even if you argue often. Strong people can forgive themselves and make their way to make life easier. Test it a try. Your you must not force it should be done wholeheartedly, and then you should feel how it makes the load on your shoulders. Rejoice that gets her gifts. Of course these are all material things, but is that a reason to be ungrateful (which mentioned the gratitude I already (?)
I would like to see happy faces in the coming days . I want that people do every day is a bit of it, so that the world can be better. And even if not everyone speaks my language, I am convinced that enough people around the globe there, who have the same desire in themselves and seek to meet him. Maybe they give it the desire in others to attend to this as well. One thing is certain: Everyone in the world wants peace and love. Of course, you will always argue, but forgiveness can be a proof of love - of charity. And this can be life long, or not?)
does well and until next blog:) I wish you a Merry Christmas! ondschein
your M elli M
Enclosed is a beautiful song:
(and no, I would still not proselytizing, the sound of music with a Christian text
can also find beautiful as an atheist (:)
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of Heart
The love is buried deep in many hearts.
Hidden under his own love of childhood deficits,
is almost the same time trying desperately to revive the feelings of pleasant experiences.
But in fact many hearts there is still discontent, sadness and loneliness, and above all a misunderstanding over the circumstances. Yet it is precisely these repressed feelings that make our lives difficult, because they push almost constantly expressed. It is our life in this "non-authentic" that makes us unhappy and lonely, because we no longer feel themselves.
Until we no longer are, who we are.
It is important to understand how important our feelings are and how sick we make our rational thinking. We need no justification for why we feel bad. And there is no guilt feelings are necessary precisely because we are not perfect people.
real - authentic - full of emotion. 
The love is buried deep in many hearts.
Hidden under his own love of childhood deficits,
covered by injuries and humiliation or buried by the fear of embarrassing themselves. The mind has taken the place of love and tried the unloving "Are not loved," or our behavior to justify the suffering. With an effort is an attempt to hide the feelings and suppress so distorted that they only come to light and can distort.
is almost the same time trying desperately to revive the feelings of pleasant experiences.
But in fact many hearts there is still discontent, sadness and loneliness, and above all a misunderstanding over the circumstances. Yet it is precisely these repressed feelings that make our lives difficult, because they push almost constantly expressed. It is our life in this "non-authentic" that makes us unhappy and lonely, because we no longer feel themselves.
We no longer live as we are because we do not accept what we feel.
But much of what we do leads to feelings and emotions. Whether we call the emerging feelings now accepted or not.
The fact that the unpleasant feelings are often suppressed, is like the attempt to keep the ball constantly below the water surface with declining strength or attention the repressed comes back up!
is so unnecessarily wasted energy to keeping the pressure constantly maintained, as otherwise the unwanted back to the surface fast. The devastating effect of this behavior is, however, that efforts to regulate our emotions in this way has an effect on our lives.
on our lives ... and our "being-so."
But much of what we do leads to feelings and emotions. Whether we call the emerging feelings now accepted or not.
The fact that the unpleasant feelings are often suppressed, is like the attempt to keep the ball constantly below the water surface with declining strength or attention the repressed comes back up!
is so unnecessarily wasted energy to keeping the pressure constantly maintained, as otherwise the unwanted back to the surface fast. The devastating effect of this behavior is, however, that efforts to regulate our emotions in this way has an effect on our lives.
on our lives ... and our "being-so."
Until we no longer are, who we are.
It is important to understand how important our feelings are and how sick we make our rational thinking. We need no justification for why we feel bad. And there is no guilt feelings are necessary precisely because we are not perfect people.
The only thing we need is our life where we give ourselves as we are and where we feel that what moves us.
real - authentic - full of emotion.
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Incontinence Adolescent
drama, baby, drama, or God, babbles that again a lot.
your Melli moonlight 
My life is fortunately not easy to describe what is probably because I an incredibly complex person.'m Well, since it is not far away that I do many things even more difficult than it is.
you will read for yourself.
the moment I'm just glad to have simply brought the school life behind me. Many people are wondering once again, you'd miss it. I miss it even now after 8 months not a bit. I had nice moments, but that's it. Basically it was just never for me. At certain times, always the same subjects, this same faces, the same thought: I want to get out of here as fast as you can.
I made it, and you too will succeed. Now I am studying in Tübingen finally history. And English .. at least on paper, but that was not for me. I love English, but as a study subject? No, this is not the true. So I am faced with the decision: Germanic or rather Kath.Theologie? I will decide my gut feeling .. which currently tends to be Germanic.
history .. I am so glad that I chose it .. there is no better professional, you let it be said! Nothing is more interesting than the lives and interconnections of various biographies, events, interactions .. simply fantastic. It does not take psychology study to find out about yourself or your fellow man to experience. Read the history books and You will notice that people in this book .. were just people, too. And just as they have acted. More or less coincide with our moral ideas and ideals. Everyone makes his own experiences, you have to make it even. And that's why the story will repeat again. Because each generation must make their own experiences with the world.
That sounds pretty interesting and not that hard, right?
Huihui before I am now in an all-out promotional video for Historic drift, let ego be good times.
to think about it, if you will, if not, then do not. Also good.
But one thing you should know: We historians like to blabber on, because we love to express our knowledge. Perhaps we are therefore somewhat frowned upon? I can not blame you really do not
among us. Is it better than the supposedly humorless attorney with the eyes * wink * your Melli moonlight
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Tatataa - I'm
Ü! about another blog I am now landed here. Others would complain now safe again, "You present yourself well and everywhere! .. hmm .. right! But I'm usually not very active, with the exception of maybe two addresses.
And in general is nothing wrong, also reveal some of mine. Who knows, maybe I inspired one or the other? Bring him to laugh or cry? I hope the latter but much less ^ _ ^
Anyway whatever, I have to make:
W elcome to a small part of my boring, but very crazy life!
Eure Melissa Mondschein
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As Far as the feet - the snow
life is a side job by Uwe Prink
novel
426 pages ISBN: 978-3-9502871-2
Sample
Chapter 33
snow disaster
As far as the feet
Cindy was now with the company car home. Our Audi had indeed suffered the accident a total loss. Afternoon it began to snow and we were excited about the snow. We cooked hot punch and felt very comfortable in our little house where the ovens were fed properly and radiating warmth.
In the night we were awakened by sirens, which seemed to be very close. "This is still with us" at the door, "said Cindy and I got to watch from the living room window. Even in the kitchen I saw a bright light shining. The obliquely opposite building, which housed a sausage factory burned brightly. Several fire companies of firefighters were in the cold at work. Fortunately, the house was too far away to threaten us. After a few hours they had extinguished the fire and went off again.
The next morning was Cindy, who had left the house on his way to the daily drudgery, surprisingly, after two minutes back. "You have to look at you sometimes."
Creativshop The car was parked directly in front of the meat factory and now had an ice layer of about six inches thick. »Frozen fire water," I realized, "the can you use again until it has thawed. "
" Shit, now I take the bus. Who knows when I'll be in the company. "
Yes and the snow flows not the traffic as usual"
"Today I need to Hamburg, I was still with my mother over. To me complaining for days their ears full, because it again has trouble with her Austrian sailor. "It was not so rare that the canyon ass chose this profession.
"The ass only makes crap and it still does not send him to hell. Somehow it has also to blame. Well, it's just my mother. "She vanished from a bus stop and I looked at the ever-increasing snow flurries. The situation was further aggravated by an icy wind that blew, who saw to it that the snow piled up in some areas of the dike. Current drove snowplows to keep the roads passable. It looked to me suspiciously like Sisyphus.
I cooked a pot of tea, ate breakfast and went out their way to the shed, which housed the fuel tank to free up the ovens. A bit of fun I did this state of emergency already, because he brought color into my life. When I had shoveled mightily against the ever-increasing snow flurries, the feeling was drinking a hot chicken broth comforting than usual and I thought, "now you've got the deserved" How could such a delicious broth, but patronize, if you've plowed and frozen..
the same day it was out there not really bright in the house because it was very dark. In the evening I thought about what I cook for myself and my baby was waiting for their return. That it was an hour overdue, was with the weather still normal. Two hours later she was still not home. Now I also noticed that there was has long been no more buses drove past. For the first time I regretted it, no radio to have. I did not know what was going on. Probably the traffic collapsed. Nothing drove more. I added that my child was left with her mother in Hamburg Eimsbüttel, and directed me to a lonely night. The nearest telephone was not far from the house. I wanted to at least know that Cindy was on to the greens, and was also curious about their knowledge of the situation.
I trudged through the snow to the public telephone. With the wind it was freezing cold. I threw the money and waited. After a short time, my angel was already on the phone. She had been waiting for my call.
"Shit, I come here not go away," she said annoyed, "and if this continues, then tomorrow certainly not."
"Is Charlie here?"
"No, he hired again and my mother is now considering whether to send him once in the Pampa. She has had enough of the Drunk. "
" Well, "I wanted to calm myself," as long as a few food and wine there are'll survive without you I's. But longing I have now. "
" Me too, honey. There is a higher power. Perhaps like the fate of our times show how it is to be back alone. "
" So as a little warning, if we fight and I think what I really dimwitted in the cow. So, let's not annoy your mother and be glad that Charley is not there. "
" Yes, honey, call back tomorrow to. "
" Do I, bye. "
" Bye. "I hung up and strolled me. to eat only once a punch, and now what was the motto. When I was tired and the alcohol in the blood increased, it started again. This time I could explain it well because I felt infinitely alone and delivered. Declaration which, her statement that night was terrible. I tried to sleep with the light because I thought that would pick up the demons in the dark. With rational thoughts tackle the was not. The fear and discomfort were worse.
The next morning I opened the front door instead of the street and saw only white. And what I saw was not a white road, but a white wall. The snow had piled up to the gutter.
with an "Oh" Shit, I rushed to the back door leading to the garden and shed. Here it was possible addition to seeing and again to find a way to shed. The foresight and I shovel snow shovel next to the door had left the garden. free up the path to the shed was a bad Geacker. I filled the tank of oil stoves precaution brim. At breakfast, I thought, even the one night I do not have it again. But the chaos was perfect. How should I here get away? Drove in Hamburg at all cars and buses? And if so, then from where? With the train I was able to proceed only from Altona again. I had to necessarily take the bus. The idea here to get away, melted away. The streets were in chaos this most difficult to keep free. I only had to phone again.
Cindy could hear the news and watch TV. I learned from her that tanks would be used to make the roads passable again. The buses would take part, but towards Altona only from the center of Finkenwerder. I swallowed hard and told her I would try it anyway. My project meant that I fight me about fifteen kilometers through the snow had. I did not know what to expect at the dike, where the land was open. The snow storm was not mitigated by this development. In the spring I would have laughed at that distance and I immediately made the trip safely. This storm had to prepare itself better. On the other hand, I wanted to spend another night in any case alone and was also the matter and a challenge.
I remembered television reports, which dealt with polar explorer or mountaineer issues and knew that a person loses a lot of energy in the cold. So I grabbed me a lot of chocolate and biscuits. Cindy had planted a small candy store, which I sacked now. Then I cooked a pot of tea and poured it into the thermos. From the army I had a long, olive-colored pants and the parka you had after the period of military service may also keep. In retrospect, the Force was still good for something. Sun and decked out with thick socks and winter boots, I headed into the cold.
top of the dike is to protect the houses, you could go quite well. Occasionally people tried free up their snow-covered driveways. An elderly man I knew only by sight, asked me:?. "Aware of where you out for premiums, Jung"
I'm going to Hamburg "So a surprised face, I had not seen her for long.
Someone asked me if I am to the grocer wanted, who would not have much to offer and if I needed anything. People were suddenly replaced. There was an atmosphere of friendliness and helpfulness. Why do you need before a disaster to aufzukriegen the mouth? Would be nice if it were always like that, that takes care of the others. I leaned against the wind and went on. Shortly before leaving I took a swig of tea and ate a bar of chocolate. So, boy, is nu 's hard. At the same
I became acquainted with St. Püsterich. The only way to get through was to move on the bank. The drifts were up to half the road embankment height swallowed. Now and then watched a car roof out of the snow. Tank with snow slides towards me came. Who his car had not stopped accurately at the roadside, had to expect to find a damaged truck. Click to go up, wading through chest-high was like the water. It stormed up here violently, but it was said, the only way to move forward. Below was deep snow, it would be totally absorbed in it and may have been covered by tank tracks.
I had to think of the expedition of Amundsen and Scott and I came here ridiculous. You go through here civilized territory and the boys were literally in the middle of nowhere. Completely on their own. What kind of hero. What a tour de force. But what she had driven to do such a thing? The lust for fame, or the curiosity of the explorer? Was it the challenge to conquer nature? What a madness that thought in the face of limited human possibilities. Scott had drawn the short straw, because he believed that to get through with horses. Amundsen had set very clear on dog sled and ski. His background and experience he had here have been preferable.
I shared my hike in stages. First step: to exit Cranz. I had taken and I was now on the line to the first corner.
Long lines have the bad habit to appear infinite. My goal shifted to inch closer. The dark gray of the sky combined with the gray water of the Elbe to a faceless gang of free mass.
the snot out of my nose was flowing on my Schnurrdiburr, which I wore over his upper lip. Memories of childhood were awake when I called "snot" simply wegleckte. It went quite well. You saved it to take off the gloves and did not get any cold hands.
The second stage I left behind me and turned on the long, straight route to the entrance of Finkenwerder. What
had to have the old man lived in Russia! If he had not given up his rendezvous with Father Frost, as he had been lying in the snow, wounded by a Shrapnel in the wrist, I would not be here today.
He had told me that he then became more and more tired and was already on the freezing period of time was. It had already hurt him any more. But the will to survive had helped him to continue to trail, until he was with his comrades. In the action he had lost his hand. She had been too late to save and had to be amputated.
My worries had these thoughts really tiny. We were children of the economic miracle but compared to these people wimps.
Stapf, Stapf, Stapf. to count steps, was boring.
"Go," meditative, "said my inner voice. I was only a short time through, then the thoughts came back. Maybe it worked with a mantra.
"Om-go-go om, om-go" that lulls some extent. In order not to waste too much energy, I whispered it softly to me. So I had taken the third stage. The entrance to
Finkenwerder finished my meditation. So, my little one, now give me everything again. Why must these villages have been so damn long, long? Until the town there were a few kilometers.
The next association in my head Cold dealt with one of the blockbuster of the 60s television. The film consisted of several parts and dealt with the escape of a German soldier from the Russian captivity. The title "As far as who was the feet '. In each episode of this strip, the streets were empty as it swept in the World Cup. I tried to pass the time the action to recall what I managed but only less well.
had How happy the people of Finkenwerder who live on the main road, be it in those days. No noise, no smell of traffic. This street was otherwise so much frequented as the B73, one of the busiest roads in Germany. Quality of life here, I could not imagine, under normal circumstances. I wish the residents a lot of quiet days.
The center moved slowly but surely closer. In a few hundred Meters distance, I thought he saw a bunch of people. As I got closer, clot my desire, the father of this idea a reality. The people were waiting for a bus. Hopefully the 150 first came to Altona.
Those waiting were engrossed in conversation and laughed. Everyone had something to say, I saw friendly faces. On made me feel like I'm in a southern country.
went on the bus to it as well. What happened to the people? I have always been communicative on the bus. Sometimes I was looked at like an alien because I had to say something strangers. Especially the men reacted surprised and taciturn. Perhaps they asked themselves: "Is the gay"
? Now they all talked. And their faces were moving even. Otherwise, facial expressions and gestures were rare. Sometimes I had the impression that the passengers were suffering from peripheral facial paralysis. There were just petrified, sad faces of the people who suffered under the daily grind, but had apparently come to terms with it. Inanimate shells on the daily walk to Canossa, which lowered each day in an alienating activity. Buckelnd before the bosses. Agents for a happier world, where they will never participate. But they got this better world every day, served up on television.
The only one least likely way to escape the drudgery and also in the world of beauty rich to live and can, was the lottery ticket, which I always called the "proletarian straw." Springsteen sang softly in my head.
"Early in the morning, factory whistle blows,
one rises from bed and puts on his clothes ..."
Now that I saw the happy people, was aware that I could be so petrified and decided that this horrible rut to avoid as much as possible.
Altona train station. The tracks went. After some time I showed up at Easter Road from the ground and walked the final steps to Hell Kamp, that was the street where lived my future mother in law. I thanked some higher Power and pressed the doorbell. Rarely have I felt so happy to see my sweetheart and even my mother. Who can say the same.
Below I got full coverage: Hot soup, Rumgrog and a place to lie on the sofa, including a warming blanket. It flowed through me, a hot feeling of happiness that was to endure because of its intensity hardly. Was it beautiful. On television I watched
the full extent of the disaster. Villages were snowed, there were power outages and outside the cities, traffic was broken down in the north. I realized at the sight, how dependent we were on the transport and especially of electricity. Good thing I had the ovens in Cranz house on a low flame burning. We would probably have to stay here a little longer and would have had when returning a totally chilled out house.
The night began with a beautiful Abendfick in the parental bed. I registered it, why it was extremely advantageous to a large mirror in the bedroom to have.
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Chapter 33
snow disaster
As far as the feet
Cindy was now with the company car home. Our Audi had indeed suffered the accident a total loss. Afternoon it began to snow and we were excited about the snow. We cooked hot punch and felt very comfortable in our little house where the ovens were fed properly and radiating warmth.
In the night we were awakened by sirens, which seemed to be very close. "This is still with us" at the door, "said Cindy and I got to watch from the living room window. Even in the kitchen I saw a bright light shining. The obliquely opposite building, which housed a sausage factory burned brightly. Several fire companies of firefighters were in the cold at work. Fortunately, the house was too far away to threaten us. After a few hours they had extinguished the fire and went off again.
The next morning was Cindy, who had left the house on his way to the daily drudgery, surprisingly, after two minutes back. "You have to look at you sometimes."
Creativshop The car was parked directly in front of the meat factory and now had an ice layer of about six inches thick. »Frozen fire water," I realized, "the can you use again until it has thawed. "
" Shit, now I take the bus. Who knows when I'll be in the company. "
Yes and the snow flows not the traffic as usual"
"Today I need to Hamburg, I was still with my mother over. To me complaining for days their ears full, because it again has trouble with her Austrian sailor. "It was not so rare that the canyon ass chose this profession.
"The ass only makes crap and it still does not send him to hell. Somehow it has also to blame. Well, it's just my mother. "She vanished from a bus stop and I looked at the ever-increasing snow flurries. The situation was further aggravated by an icy wind that blew, who saw to it that the snow piled up in some areas of the dike. Current drove snowplows to keep the roads passable. It looked to me suspiciously like Sisyphus.
I cooked a pot of tea, ate breakfast and went out their way to the shed, which housed the fuel tank to free up the ovens. A bit of fun I did this state of emergency already, because he brought color into my life. When I had shoveled mightily against the ever-increasing snow flurries, the feeling was drinking a hot chicken broth comforting than usual and I thought, "now you've got the deserved" How could such a delicious broth, but patronize, if you've plowed and frozen..
the same day it was out there not really bright in the house because it was very dark. In the evening I thought about what I cook for myself and my baby was waiting for their return. That it was an hour overdue, was with the weather still normal. Two hours later she was still not home. Now I also noticed that there was has long been no more buses drove past. For the first time I regretted it, no radio to have. I did not know what was going on. Probably the traffic collapsed. Nothing drove more. I added that my child was left with her mother in Hamburg Eimsbüttel, and directed me to a lonely night. The nearest telephone was not far from the house. I wanted to at least know that Cindy was on to the greens, and was also curious about their knowledge of the situation.
I trudged through the snow to the public telephone. With the wind it was freezing cold. I threw the money and waited. After a short time, my angel was already on the phone. She had been waiting for my call.
"Shit, I come here not go away," she said annoyed, "and if this continues, then tomorrow certainly not."
"Is Charlie here?"
"No, he hired again and my mother is now considering whether to send him once in the Pampa. She has had enough of the Drunk. "
" Well, "I wanted to calm myself," as long as a few food and wine there are'll survive without you I's. But longing I have now. "
" Me too, honey. There is a higher power. Perhaps like the fate of our times show how it is to be back alone. "
" So as a little warning, if we fight and I think what I really dimwitted in the cow. So, let's not annoy your mother and be glad that Charley is not there. "
" Yes, honey, call back tomorrow to. "
" Do I, bye. "
" Bye. "I hung up and strolled me. to eat only once a punch, and now what was the motto. When I was tired and the alcohol in the blood increased, it started again. This time I could explain it well because I felt infinitely alone and delivered. Declaration which, her statement that night was terrible. I tried to sleep with the light because I thought that would pick up the demons in the dark. With rational thoughts tackle the was not. The fear and discomfort were worse.
The next morning I opened the front door instead of the street and saw only white. And what I saw was not a white road, but a white wall. The snow had piled up to the gutter.
with an "Oh" Shit, I rushed to the back door leading to the garden and shed. Here it was possible addition to seeing and again to find a way to shed. The foresight and I shovel snow shovel next to the door had left the garden. free up the path to the shed was a bad Geacker. I filled the tank of oil stoves precaution brim. At breakfast, I thought, even the one night I do not have it again. But the chaos was perfect. How should I here get away? Drove in Hamburg at all cars and buses? And if so, then from where? With the train I was able to proceed only from Altona again. I had to necessarily take the bus. The idea here to get away, melted away. The streets were in chaos this most difficult to keep free. I only had to phone again.
Cindy could hear the news and watch TV. I learned from her that tanks would be used to make the roads passable again. The buses would take part, but towards Altona only from the center of Finkenwerder. I swallowed hard and told her I would try it anyway. My project meant that I fight me about fifteen kilometers through the snow had. I did not know what to expect at the dike, where the land was open. The snow storm was not mitigated by this development. In the spring I would have laughed at that distance and I immediately made the trip safely. This storm had to prepare itself better. On the other hand, I wanted to spend another night in any case alone and was also the matter and a challenge.
I remembered television reports, which dealt with polar explorer or mountaineer issues and knew that a person loses a lot of energy in the cold. So I grabbed me a lot of chocolate and biscuits. Cindy had planted a small candy store, which I sacked now. Then I cooked a pot of tea and poured it into the thermos. From the army I had a long, olive-colored pants and the parka you had after the period of military service may also keep. In retrospect, the Force was still good for something. Sun and decked out with thick socks and winter boots, I headed into the cold.
top of the dike is to protect the houses, you could go quite well. Occasionally people tried free up their snow-covered driveways. An elderly man I knew only by sight, asked me:?. "Aware of where you out for premiums, Jung"
I'm going to Hamburg "So a surprised face, I had not seen her for long.
Someone asked me if I am to the grocer wanted, who would not have much to offer and if I needed anything. People were suddenly replaced. There was an atmosphere of friendliness and helpfulness. Why do you need before a disaster to aufzukriegen the mouth? Would be nice if it were always like that, that takes care of the others. I leaned against the wind and went on. Shortly before leaving I took a swig of tea and ate a bar of chocolate. So, boy, is nu 's hard. At the same
I became acquainted with St. Püsterich. The only way to get through was to move on the bank. The drifts were up to half the road embankment height swallowed. Now and then watched a car roof out of the snow. Tank with snow slides towards me came. Who his car had not stopped accurately at the roadside, had to expect to find a damaged truck. Click to go up, wading through chest-high was like the water. It stormed up here violently, but it was said, the only way to move forward. Below was deep snow, it would be totally absorbed in it and may have been covered by tank tracks.
I had to think of the expedition of Amundsen and Scott and I came here ridiculous. You go through here civilized territory and the boys were literally in the middle of nowhere. Completely on their own. What kind of hero. What a tour de force. But what she had driven to do such a thing? The lust for fame, or the curiosity of the explorer? Was it the challenge to conquer nature? What a madness that thought in the face of limited human possibilities. Scott had drawn the short straw, because he believed that to get through with horses. Amundsen had set very clear on dog sled and ski. His background and experience he had here have been preferable.
I shared my hike in stages. First step: to exit Cranz. I had taken and I was now on the line to the first corner.
Long lines have the bad habit to appear infinite. My goal shifted to inch closer. The dark gray of the sky combined with the gray water of the Elbe to a faceless gang of free mass.
the snot out of my nose was flowing on my Schnurrdiburr, which I wore over his upper lip. Memories of childhood were awake when I called "snot" simply wegleckte. It went quite well. You saved it to take off the gloves and did not get any cold hands.
The second stage I left behind me and turned on the long, straight route to the entrance of Finkenwerder. What
had to have the old man lived in Russia! If he had not given up his rendezvous with Father Frost, as he had been lying in the snow, wounded by a Shrapnel in the wrist, I would not be here today.
He had told me that he then became more and more tired and was already on the freezing period of time was. It had already hurt him any more. But the will to survive had helped him to continue to trail, until he was with his comrades. In the action he had lost his hand. She had been too late to save and had to be amputated.
My worries had these thoughts really tiny. We were children of the economic miracle but compared to these people wimps.
Stapf, Stapf, Stapf. to count steps, was boring.
"Go," meditative, "said my inner voice. I was only a short time through, then the thoughts came back. Maybe it worked with a mantra.
"Om-go-go om, om-go" that lulls some extent. In order not to waste too much energy, I whispered it softly to me. So I had taken the third stage. The entrance to
Finkenwerder finished my meditation. So, my little one, now give me everything again. Why must these villages have been so damn long, long? Until the town there were a few kilometers.
The next association in my head Cold dealt with one of the blockbuster of the 60s television. The film consisted of several parts and dealt with the escape of a German soldier from the Russian captivity. The title "As far as who was the feet '. In each episode of this strip, the streets were empty as it swept in the World Cup. I tried to pass the time the action to recall what I managed but only less well.
had How happy the people of Finkenwerder who live on the main road, be it in those days. No noise, no smell of traffic. This street was otherwise so much frequented as the B73, one of the busiest roads in Germany. Quality of life here, I could not imagine, under normal circumstances. I wish the residents a lot of quiet days.
The center moved slowly but surely closer. In a few hundred Meters distance, I thought he saw a bunch of people. As I got closer, clot my desire, the father of this idea a reality. The people were waiting for a bus. Hopefully the 150 first came to Altona.
Those waiting were engrossed in conversation and laughed. Everyone had something to say, I saw friendly faces. On made me feel like I'm in a southern country.
went on the bus to it as well. What happened to the people? I have always been communicative on the bus. Sometimes I was looked at like an alien because I had to say something strangers. Especially the men reacted surprised and taciturn. Perhaps they asked themselves: "Is the gay"
? Now they all talked. And their faces were moving even. Otherwise, facial expressions and gestures were rare. Sometimes I had the impression that the passengers were suffering from peripheral facial paralysis. There were just petrified, sad faces of the people who suffered under the daily grind, but had apparently come to terms with it. Inanimate shells on the daily walk to Canossa, which lowered each day in an alienating activity. Buckelnd before the bosses. Agents for a happier world, where they will never participate. But they got this better world every day, served up on television.
The only one least likely way to escape the drudgery and also in the world of beauty rich to live and can, was the lottery ticket, which I always called the "proletarian straw." Springsteen sang softly in my head.
"Early in the morning, factory whistle blows,
one rises from bed and puts on his clothes ..."
Now that I saw the happy people, was aware that I could be so petrified and decided that this horrible rut to avoid as much as possible.
Altona train station. The tracks went. After some time I showed up at Easter Road from the ground and walked the final steps to Hell Kamp, that was the street where lived my future mother in law. I thanked some higher Power and pressed the doorbell. Rarely have I felt so happy to see my sweetheart and even my mother. Who can say the same.
Below I got full coverage: Hot soup, Rumgrog and a place to lie on the sofa, including a warming blanket. It flowed through me, a hot feeling of happiness that was to endure because of its intensity hardly. Was it beautiful. On television I watched
the full extent of the disaster. Villages were snowed, there were power outages and outside the cities, traffic was broken down in the north. I realized at the sight, how dependent we were on the transport and especially of electricity. Good thing I had the ovens in Cranz house on a low flame burning. We would probably have to stay here a little longer and would have had when returning a totally chilled out house.
The night began with a beautiful Abendfick in the parental bed. I registered it, why it was extremely advantageous to a large mirror in the bedroom to have.
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Christmas in the excerpt - Roots of Hope
roots of the hope of Miluna Tuani
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But now it was once again to cross the River. She felt her way forward step by step through the muddy brown, rushing water. She knew that she could not fall. Then their Christmas menu would swim away in the floods. constricted
The water swirled and then shot and the blades of the fully loaded backpack them on the shoulders. She was more than happy when they finally reached the other shore. To the navel wet but without loss, they climbed up on all fours on the river bank. They got to his feet and ran across the rocky path between the two river arms. The second
Creek was only a trickle. He led only significantly more water if it had rained for several days much.
The worst of the way they had overcome. Now they needed only the steep but relatively easy to walk on the way to the house to run high. But she already felt fatigue. His back ached under the weight of the backpack and clothes stuck to cold and wet on her skin.
Relieved, she breathed as she reached the first goal, the pylons had established themselves in the stones that were lying around everywhere. After they had passed it, already the second goal came in sight, a product of an unnecessary seizure of power, she had now and then.
looked out behind the cottage. It was still overgrown with ivy, which were now in full bloom. Alicia loved the sweet, fruity and intoxicating fragrance that came from them and also the scent of the flowers of the old mimosa trees. She closed her eyes and breathed in the perfumes of this one happy.
What a magical place it here yet. Even in the dark and with closed eyes I find back here. What a heady, sweet fragrance. - I will inform me how to make perfume, and create a perfume of this incense. I'm sure it would settle well.
Alicia was in their thought processes interrupted when Shakira and her seven children who were now about a lot larger than her mother, started barking happily came. They welcomed her mistress, as always, a little too rough.
Alissaya, the red-brown, gentle mare that Lucrezia had made her for riding and for transportation of goods available was also up to them. The rotfellige horse lady, however, had since the tsunami fear the loud river. She refused to cross it. Alicia so had to carry their luggage themselves.
Alicia held out his hand and yelled at the dogs, "Zitti, Zitti [Child, child], do not jump, please! Otherwise I fall with the heavy stuff like a turtle on the back and no longer get high. And who helps me then - no. No, I do not want to end up, and certainly not at Christmas. "
She swayed the final steps up to the high stone stairs. Then she knelt down in exhaustion and freed from their heavy load. The narrow belt of the backpack had left deep cuts on her shoulders, she massaged his now.
Andromeda and Xandulian, Lanni and Savi's favorite cat came and jumped to the dogs ran after them.
»Zitti hunts, my cats," she exclaimed energetically. Because their loud, energetic voice was the only thing these dogs children responded. The half-breeds of hunting dog and Belgian Shepherd acted alternately as maladjusted hunting dogs and vigilant shepherd dogs. But Alicia loved all the dogs. Therefore, they had not yet had the heart to deliver a single one of them.
Xandu Andromeda and the parents of the breeding cats jumped on Alicia's shoulder. She stood up now to unlock the door. They called out to the dogs: "You stay still out there! I must prepare everything at once. Then there is mess "
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roots of the hope of Miluna Tuani
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The water swirled and then shot and the blades of the fully loaded backpack them on the shoulders. She was more than happy when they finally reached the other shore. To the navel wet but without loss, they climbed up on all fours on the river bank. They got to his feet and ran across the rocky path between the two river arms. The second
Creek was only a trickle. He led only significantly more water if it had rained for several days much.
The worst of the way they had overcome. Now they needed only the steep but relatively easy to walk on the way to the house to run high. But she already felt fatigue. His back ached under the weight of the backpack and clothes stuck to cold and wet on her skin.
Relieved, she breathed as she reached the first goal, the pylons had established themselves in the stones that were lying around everywhere. After they had passed it, already the second goal came in sight, a product of an unnecessary seizure of power, she had now and then.
looked out behind the cottage. It was still overgrown with ivy, which were now in full bloom. Alicia loved the sweet, fruity and intoxicating fragrance that came from them and also the scent of the flowers of the old mimosa trees. She closed her eyes and breathed in the perfumes of this one happy.
What a magical place it here yet. Even in the dark and with closed eyes I find back here. What a heady, sweet fragrance. - I will inform me how to make perfume, and create a perfume of this incense. I'm sure it would settle well.
Alicia was in their thought processes interrupted when Shakira and her seven children who were now about a lot larger than her mother, started barking happily came. They welcomed her mistress, as always, a little too rough.
Alissaya, the red-brown, gentle mare that Lucrezia had made her for riding and for transportation of goods available was also up to them. The rotfellige horse lady, however, had since the tsunami fear the loud river. She refused to cross it. Alicia so had to carry their luggage themselves.
Alicia held out his hand and yelled at the dogs, "Zitti, Zitti [Child, child], do not jump, please! Otherwise I fall with the heavy stuff like a turtle on the back and no longer get high. And who helps me then - no. No, I do not want to end up, and certainly not at Christmas. "
She swayed the final steps up to the high stone stairs. Then she knelt down in exhaustion and freed from their heavy load. The narrow belt of the backpack had left deep cuts on her shoulders, she massaged his now.
Andromeda and Xandulian, Lanni and Savi's favorite cat came and jumped to the dogs ran after them.
»Zitti hunts, my cats," she exclaimed energetically. Because their loud, energetic voice was the only thing these dogs children responded. The half-breeds of hunting dog and Belgian Shepherd acted alternately as maladjusted hunting dogs and vigilant shepherd dogs. But Alicia loved all the dogs. Therefore, they had not yet had the heart to deliver a single one of them.
Xandu Andromeda and the parents of the breeding cats jumped on Alicia's shoulder. She stood up now to unlock the door. They called out to the dogs: "You stay still out there! I must prepare everything at once. Then there is mess "
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Cast After Ankle Ligament Surgery
Christmas in the excerpt - Olivers Travel
Oliver's journey from Sigrid Lenz
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Oliver strolled past Babette's Café, trying to make a disinterested possible impression. Only in the corner of his eye he checked whether Susi was visible. When his search was unsuccessful, he straightened his shoulders and headed out of the town. Not that it was difficult to leave. No matter in what direction he set out, it was not long before he stood in the open field, forest or rough terrain. The area was so uninteresting as a bale of straw.
But it was a place to which Oliver retired now and then you. Even as the temperatures too harsh for long stays were grown outdoors.
He sat down on a tree trunk and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Then he reached for a cigarette and lit it.
The cloud frozen breath mingled with the rippling smoke. Long as he held it in this dump is no longer - so much was certain.
When he received the unlikely company, he froze. On the way there emerged a figure that he seemed vaguely familiar. Was it not the man he had seen in the vicinity of Wolfgang's house?
Oliver took a train, raised his chin, inhaled, and encountered the smoke then challenging.
under half-closed eyes he fixed the stranger who contributed decisively in his direction. He had plenty of experience with shameless suitors who thought they could be approached to make any boy of any age. Only against this type of man in town had not been met. On the other hand, the stranger looked quite as if he were in transit.
Oliver looked at him. Not that he felt a great desire for a showdown, but in his present mood he had no intention of going to such out of their way.
The man stood before him.
Should he dare to calm, to come closer, then he'd show him where it went long. But the other was not specified.
He stopped and fished out his hand a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "Are not you too young to smoke?" He gestured with a cigarette in his hand.
Oliver shook his head.
The other was silent, staring at him still.
"one so I'm not," Oliver muttered finally repellent.
"What kind?" Asked the other aghast.
"Well - that was a" Oliver's look remarkably slowly in the direction of Massimo's slide abdomen..
"Hey! Would fall to me in a dream not one. "
" Then all right. "
Oliver turned his gaze. He considered the pathetic trickle at his feet. Only a little colder and the stream would be frozen. In a few weeks, Oliver was forced to celebrate Christmas with Wolfgang. He rolled his eyes. In the winter appeared to be plenty of stupid to run away and his only attempt, Agnes track down by phone, had led to nothing. However, he feared that he would go to the Feiertagskram in this city even more on the nerves than anywhere else. If he was unlucky, Wolfgang demanded more of him to go to church.
Oliver glanced again Massimo, who was still standing before him, drew on his cigarette and looked at him searchingly.
"Do you have a problem? I came here to be alone. Normally I make in this exciting place no one company. And now I need it even less. "
Massimo shook Head: "It's all right. I know you from before. "
" What? "For a second, Oliver looked at the man closely. could "There does not click with me."
"Is a little while ago."
"Aha."
I raise not your mother. "
" How exciting. "
" Well, yes. Then I go again. "
Massimo let the cigarette fall to the ground and stepped on it.
Oliver raised his eyes briefly, but quickly turned this down again and listened, as they are steps away from him. The floor crunched softly under Massimo's shoes.
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Oliver's journey from Sigrid Lenz
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But it was a place to which Oliver retired now and then you. Even as the temperatures too harsh for long stays were grown outdoors.
He sat down on a tree trunk and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Then he reached for a cigarette and lit it.
The cloud frozen breath mingled with the rippling smoke. Long as he held it in this dump is no longer - so much was certain.
When he received the unlikely company, he froze. On the way there emerged a figure that he seemed vaguely familiar. Was it not the man he had seen in the vicinity of Wolfgang's house?
Oliver took a train, raised his chin, inhaled, and encountered the smoke then challenging.
under half-closed eyes he fixed the stranger who contributed decisively in his direction. He had plenty of experience with shameless suitors who thought they could be approached to make any boy of any age. Only against this type of man in town had not been met. On the other hand, the stranger looked quite as if he were in transit.
Oliver looked at him. Not that he felt a great desire for a showdown, but in his present mood he had no intention of going to such out of their way.
The man stood before him.
Should he dare to calm, to come closer, then he'd show him where it went long. But the other was not specified.
He stopped and fished out his hand a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "Are not you too young to smoke?" He gestured with a cigarette in his hand.
Oliver shook his head.
The other was silent, staring at him still.
"one so I'm not," Oliver muttered finally repellent.
"What kind?" Asked the other aghast.
"Well - that was a" Oliver's look remarkably slowly in the direction of Massimo's slide abdomen..
"Hey! Would fall to me in a dream not one. "
" Then all right. "
Oliver turned his gaze. He considered the pathetic trickle at his feet. Only a little colder and the stream would be frozen. In a few weeks, Oliver was forced to celebrate Christmas with Wolfgang. He rolled his eyes. In the winter appeared to be plenty of stupid to run away and his only attempt, Agnes track down by phone, had led to nothing. However, he feared that he would go to the Feiertagskram in this city even more on the nerves than anywhere else. If he was unlucky, Wolfgang demanded more of him to go to church.
Oliver glanced again Massimo, who was still standing before him, drew on his cigarette and looked at him searchingly.
"Do you have a problem? I came here to be alone. Normally I make in this exciting place no one company. And now I need it even less. "
Massimo shook Head: "It's all right. I know you from before. "
" What? "For a second, Oliver looked at the man closely. could "There does not click with me."
"Is a little while ago."
"Aha."
I raise not your mother. "
" How exciting. "
" Well, yes. Then I go again. "
Massimo let the cigarette fall to the ground and stepped on it.
Oliver raised his eyes briefly, but quickly turned this down again and listened, as they are steps away from him. The floor crunched softly under Massimo's shoes.
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How Long Does Fish Tank Sealant
Christmas in the reading test - life is a part-time job
life is a side job by Uwe Prink
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I was together with Judith. Judith was a delicate, slim girl with boyish hips and narrow pear-shaped, striking Mopsbürschchen. Her skirt was no more than a wide belt. All very compelling. Blinds down. Curtains. Outside it was raining anyway. As in most cases. That the scene was a bit dim. One of the advantages of Northern Germany. Now it was already
hands you a bit Go wandering. But be careful. I was so shy. Per quarter hour, three to four centimeters. Just do nothing wrong.
What stood still in the> Bravo \u0026lt;? Where were the erogenous zones? Ah yes, behind the ears, neck. The soft skin between the thighs. Shit - tights! How was it then on the legs? With his fingers on the tights's it exciting enough. The higher, the hotter.
was now gone an eternity. Finally, the upper end of the pantyhose. Crappy rubber tensioners. Slip together with the rubber in duplicate. It was difficult to handle. But if you're already here.
slowly worked my hand in front of Paradise. Centimeters by inch, with progressive loss of blood circulation in the hand crept toward Bermuda Triangle. The wrist was deaf. The Ten
changer for the singles was still good his work. "I'm A Loser, I 'm A Loser. And I'm not what I appear to be ... "
How should I caress the soft inner skin of the leg when the hand is forced by this miserable, tight synthetic fiber flat? Moreover, the whole body posture on the duration of a complete spasm. But what you do not do for Paradise. The whole affair was also in silence.
uncertainty or quiet enjoyment? Be a man and move on. The pubic hair was achieved. A new attraction under the fingers. Female pubic hair. Pretty hard, these hairs. But now on. What was that again, clitoris? Perhaps even the clitoris. Hihi. Light circles. The hand dies. But I think you like it. Will she find me well now, I have done my homework.
Oswald Kolle: "The miracle of love '. Should I poke a finger? Of course, as you shall otherwise know how it is. Jungle fever, soft, warm and humid. Cosmic. In fact, Oswald had promised not to much. I was on target and it was exciting. Strangely, however, that I do not remember her touch?
We spent many wonderful afternoons as pioneers in unexplored areas. Exciting it was.
had now taken over the basement room I of wolves, because the aunt had moved to Anne Marie. Why? No idea. Quarrels with the old, the family corner, I do not know. I was certainly happy. But now I could hold my own Pettingspiele in the hut. The course was home advantage.
I was proud of the wallpaper. My brother Rolf called it "modern art. Crazy abstract patterns.
At Christmas, I get a record player. A musician 105V by Telefunken. Designed for stereo. It took only a second amplifier for the other channel. The old radio with a wooden chassis was ideal. With a Adapter for banana plug had to flip it.
The bands were now more numerous. The Kinks: "Sunny Afternoon," "You Really Got Me '. The Troggs: "Wild Thing '. The Small Faces: 'Tin Soldier', intense, absolute spin. This quiet piano intro and then driving Losheizen, this force, this energy is incredible. In general everything was in English and "The". Then the Beach Boys. »Bababa, bababaranne, babaraaanne ..." American and won well, we thought. By 'Good Vibrations' she then played in the first division final.
We held the charts often private-afternoons. Since songs are sophisticated for a Assessment system evaluated. The singing, composition, arrangement, wild solos, the message or what we thought it was subjected by us with expert faces a stern test.
> My Generation \u0026lt;The Who to> Bus Stop \u0026lt;by The Hollies. Since the issue is already worthless. Of course outweighed wild solos and the message from the Who. It was fought over the remaining criteria yet, but it won the Who. Although the polyphonic singing of the Hollies was already a class of its own.
So we spent the days in the noise of the music, when grandma came from time to time in the cellar prank and clamored: "Mog disse mole negro music Read them" was more in the corner Heideröslein home.
Grandma Prank us had to teach again, "flute sounds" because my mother cooperated now the house is not the "greedy mortgage gangsters" to disclose.
Mama wore her skin on the assembly line of the company> Elida Gibbs \u0026lt;to market. Manufacturers of soaps, deodorants and cosmetics.
The lack of time, caused by two full working parents brought wasteland in the diet of the family. Sausage with spaghetti was announced. Only when grandma was cooking times, there was the best cauliflower in the world, were in the thick white sauce is plentiful traces of good butter. She cooked just like a small, beloved grandmother.
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life is a side job by Uwe Prink
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hands you a bit Go wandering. But be careful. I was so shy. Per quarter hour, three to four centimeters. Just do nothing wrong.
What stood still in the> Bravo \u0026lt;? Where were the erogenous zones? Ah yes, behind the ears, neck. The soft skin between the thighs. Shit - tights! How was it then on the legs? With his fingers on the tights's it exciting enough. The higher, the hotter.
was now gone an eternity. Finally, the upper end of the pantyhose. Crappy rubber tensioners. Slip together with the rubber in duplicate. It was difficult to handle. But if you're already here.
slowly worked my hand in front of Paradise. Centimeters by inch, with progressive loss of blood circulation in the hand crept toward Bermuda Triangle. The wrist was deaf. The Ten
changer for the singles was still good his work. "I'm A Loser, I 'm A Loser. And I'm not what I appear to be ... "
How should I caress the soft inner skin of the leg when the hand is forced by this miserable, tight synthetic fiber flat? Moreover, the whole body posture on the duration of a complete spasm. But what you do not do for Paradise. The whole affair was also in silence.
uncertainty or quiet enjoyment? Be a man and move on. The pubic hair was achieved. A new attraction under the fingers. Female pubic hair. Pretty hard, these hairs. But now on. What was that again, clitoris? Perhaps even the clitoris. Hihi. Light circles. The hand dies. But I think you like it. Will she find me well now, I have done my homework.
Oswald Kolle: "The miracle of love '. Should I poke a finger? Of course, as you shall otherwise know how it is. Jungle fever, soft, warm and humid. Cosmic. In fact, Oswald had promised not to much. I was on target and it was exciting. Strangely, however, that I do not remember her touch?
We spent many wonderful afternoons as pioneers in unexplored areas. Exciting it was.
had now taken over the basement room I of wolves, because the aunt had moved to Anne Marie. Why? No idea. Quarrels with the old, the family corner, I do not know. I was certainly happy. But now I could hold my own Pettingspiele in the hut. The course was home advantage.
I was proud of the wallpaper. My brother Rolf called it "modern art. Crazy abstract patterns.
At Christmas, I get a record player. A musician 105V by Telefunken. Designed for stereo. It took only a second amplifier for the other channel. The old radio with a wooden chassis was ideal. With a Adapter for banana plug had to flip it.
The bands were now more numerous. The Kinks: "Sunny Afternoon," "You Really Got Me '. The Troggs: "Wild Thing '. The Small Faces: 'Tin Soldier', intense, absolute spin. This quiet piano intro and then driving Losheizen, this force, this energy is incredible. In general everything was in English and "The". Then the Beach Boys. »Bababa, bababaranne, babaraaanne ..." American and won well, we thought. By 'Good Vibrations' she then played in the first division final.
We held the charts often private-afternoons. Since songs are sophisticated for a Assessment system evaluated. The singing, composition, arrangement, wild solos, the message or what we thought it was subjected by us with expert faces a stern test.
> My Generation \u0026lt;The Who to> Bus Stop \u0026lt;by The Hollies. Since the issue is already worthless. Of course outweighed wild solos and the message from the Who. It was fought over the remaining criteria yet, but it won the Who. Although the polyphonic singing of the Hollies was already a class of its own.
So we spent the days in the noise of the music, when grandma came from time to time in the cellar prank and clamored: "Mog disse mole negro music Read them" was more in the corner Heideröslein home.
Grandma Prank us had to teach again, "flute sounds" because my mother cooperated now the house is not the "greedy mortgage gangsters" to disclose.
Mama wore her skin on the assembly line of the company> Elida Gibbs \u0026lt;to market. Manufacturers of soaps, deodorants and cosmetics.
The lack of time, caused by two full working parents brought wasteland in the diet of the family. Sausage with spaghetti was announced. Only when grandma was cooking times, there was the best cauliflower in the world, were in the thick white sauce is plentiful traces of good butter. She cooked just like a small, beloved grandmother.
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How Much Are Andrea Porcelain Pieces
Christmas in the reading test - Only a dream?
only dreaming? Farewell to the great love of Christine Lackner
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When we set off with a large group of graduates of the course to the previously planned long ski weekend, was I got excited like a child at Christmas, when the tension and curiosity on the Christmas tree and the presents were to bear any more.
I should ride with him in the car, so we agreed to meet before his house. There I met for the first time at his little daughter, who was playing in the garden. The girl was not a smile to elicit, nor have I received answers to questions. They measured me only with penetrating gaze of angry eyes, which had similarity with those of an adult.
Philip's wife invited me at ease for a quick meal in the new kitchen. But however much I usually lasagna tasted, at that moment I could not feel in my mouth as something between the teeth, I tried to wash down the fastest means of mineral water. I was a big lump in my throat when I noticed how much his wife tried to him. Your Appearance surprised me, the beautiful long hair, open eyes, friendly smile. She was the exact opposite of the person I had rhymed together during the talks with Philip.
me at that moment I was totally out of place before, I felt like a thief caught red-handed turn and was rushing to this situation and Philip's home back.
An ancient farmhouse on a snowy clearing, enclosed by a thick, dark pine forest, invited from far away to dream.
After the cold had driven out of the room by the stove fire, which emanated warmth, we moved into the dormitories. The distribution of those present on the available beds turned out to be not so simple should, but friendships are considered.
I was with my girlfriend a room under the roof with a large double bed. More women, based on the first floor accommodation. On the ground floor behind the old, quaint office found the men a place to sleep, was shared by three of a double bed and a won a single bed.
The men were cooking, the women set the table and do the washing up.
The food was delicious. But the men reaped plenty of praise and admiration. Wine, beer and soft drinks flowed in abundance. The atmosphere was fun and relaxed.
I switched off and gave herself completely to the positive atmosphere.
Many issues were raised and fought seemingly endless discussions. Coffee and brought home-baked treats sweetened the dawn of the evening, games and mulled wine did the rest.
I tanked mental energy, as I am that man turned to me, gave every man for himself as a unique being from life experience and love of life, strength.
However, I went to talks with Philip at the lowest. Maybe we were just on a similar emotional level.
With music by going to the heart lyrics, songs called Zeitgeist, I allowed myself for moments images the only Phil and I include. I became quiescent, receptive shore, sea to sea caressing it, heaving.
Once we swallow us to a whole, are torn apart by higher powers in order then only much more troubled and stormy to merge.
It was not easy for me to pull away from the fantasies. My eyes could not rest too long on it. His eyes I dodged as best he could. We were eventually married, had two children and marital obligations. As a warning signal, I called me again and again the picture of his family to mind, so as not to come from the path of virtue. Were we even at the hut already ripe to fall victim to another?
The sky had spread his canopy of stars, when a small group set off for sledding. After just a few steps, we both found ourselves side by side herwandernd, climb the hill again. Unfortunately the snow was too wet, so we could not slip on the plastic bags brought down the valley. A few people went back into the house, the other took a night walk. The snow sparkled
, the moon lit our way. I promised Phil Excerpts from the concept of social project, he wanted to bring my music and literature, which he meant a great deal.
When we returned, it was already midnight, and some danced edited to the music on the wooden tables in front of the hut. We sat a little off. Under cover of darkness, he spoke of feelings and emotional pain that affected his workaholism, his family allegedly lives overshadowed, in particular, but his personal development was stagnant. I listened attentively, was also troubled internally, even downright shocked.
in bed as my fatigue was gone. I was a long time with eyes open next to the sleeping girlfriend. To loud noise from a roof avalanche slid and after more than two hours of sleep was skiing in the Programme.
I had probably overestimated my physical strength. Almost no sleep, strong coffee, not a morsel in the stomach, to the height difference was the gondola ride to the mountain station. I suffered a circulatory collapse.
Bathed in sweat, sliding with shaky legs on skis in the valley, a few people from our group to secure accompanied the convoy, I reached the bottom station. After a double vodka and a hot soup in the restaurant, my circulation gradually stabilized. Meanwhile, Philip was raging on the slopes, the female skiers challenged him.
spent the last day of each with preferences. Some lay in front of the house in the sun, read, listened to music or discussing lyrics. Others migrated to the mountain. Philip spent with a few sports freaks again for half a day on the slopes. With a little sadness in the heart together we cleaned room, kitchen and rooms.
the evening, began even before the melted snow to ice up, we broke out in a column on the home.
had early morning call me Paul's worries. Apparently our daughter was once again not come home. I drove home with mixed feelings, knew that the call was merely a precursor to a longer conflict.
Philip tried to distract me. He promised to assist, should there be more difficult. His wife had finally worked with troubled youths, they would take my child also determined, and he would be the last to have something against it.
This outlook made me more confident and reassured me during the long drive home. Despite exhilarating talks, which we shortened the trip, I was tense. Finally, our departure was awaited as the culmination of the ski weekend at stake.
Under the pretext together to search for the daughter, picked me up a friend from home. Tanya was now indeed been short there, but immediately disappeared when she realized I was still absent.
After we had searched all the premises in vain for their city, we gave up the search. Not the slightest clue came, could put out Tanya, for her new friends held tight.
now waiting the hard core of our group at a disco on us.
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only dreaming? Farewell to the great love of Christine Lackner
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I should ride with him in the car, so we agreed to meet before his house. There I met for the first time at his little daughter, who was playing in the garden. The girl was not a smile to elicit, nor have I received answers to questions. They measured me only with penetrating gaze of angry eyes, which had similarity with those of an adult.
Philip's wife invited me at ease for a quick meal in the new kitchen. But however much I usually lasagna tasted, at that moment I could not feel in my mouth as something between the teeth, I tried to wash down the fastest means of mineral water. I was a big lump in my throat when I noticed how much his wife tried to him. Your Appearance surprised me, the beautiful long hair, open eyes, friendly smile. She was the exact opposite of the person I had rhymed together during the talks with Philip.
me at that moment I was totally out of place before, I felt like a thief caught red-handed turn and was rushing to this situation and Philip's home back.
An ancient farmhouse on a snowy clearing, enclosed by a thick, dark pine forest, invited from far away to dream.
After the cold had driven out of the room by the stove fire, which emanated warmth, we moved into the dormitories. The distribution of those present on the available beds turned out to be not so simple should, but friendships are considered.
I was with my girlfriend a room under the roof with a large double bed. More women, based on the first floor accommodation. On the ground floor behind the old, quaint office found the men a place to sleep, was shared by three of a double bed and a won a single bed.
The men were cooking, the women set the table and do the washing up.
The food was delicious. But the men reaped plenty of praise and admiration. Wine, beer and soft drinks flowed in abundance. The atmosphere was fun and relaxed.
I switched off and gave herself completely to the positive atmosphere.
Many issues were raised and fought seemingly endless discussions. Coffee and brought home-baked treats sweetened the dawn of the evening, games and mulled wine did the rest.
I tanked mental energy, as I am that man turned to me, gave every man for himself as a unique being from life experience and love of life, strength.
However, I went to talks with Philip at the lowest. Maybe we were just on a similar emotional level.
With music by going to the heart lyrics, songs called Zeitgeist, I allowed myself for moments images the only Phil and I include. I became quiescent, receptive shore, sea to sea caressing it, heaving.
Once we swallow us to a whole, are torn apart by higher powers in order then only much more troubled and stormy to merge.
It was not easy for me to pull away from the fantasies. My eyes could not rest too long on it. His eyes I dodged as best he could. We were eventually married, had two children and marital obligations. As a warning signal, I called me again and again the picture of his family to mind, so as not to come from the path of virtue. Were we even at the hut already ripe to fall victim to another?
The sky had spread his canopy of stars, when a small group set off for sledding. After just a few steps, we both found ourselves side by side herwandernd, climb the hill again. Unfortunately the snow was too wet, so we could not slip on the plastic bags brought down the valley. A few people went back into the house, the other took a night walk. The snow sparkled
, the moon lit our way. I promised Phil Excerpts from the concept of social project, he wanted to bring my music and literature, which he meant a great deal.
When we returned, it was already midnight, and some danced edited to the music on the wooden tables in front of the hut. We sat a little off. Under cover of darkness, he spoke of feelings and emotional pain that affected his workaholism, his family allegedly lives overshadowed, in particular, but his personal development was stagnant. I listened attentively, was also troubled internally, even downright shocked.
in bed as my fatigue was gone. I was a long time with eyes open next to the sleeping girlfriend. To loud noise from a roof avalanche slid and after more than two hours of sleep was skiing in the Programme.
I had probably overestimated my physical strength. Almost no sleep, strong coffee, not a morsel in the stomach, to the height difference was the gondola ride to the mountain station. I suffered a circulatory collapse.
Bathed in sweat, sliding with shaky legs on skis in the valley, a few people from our group to secure accompanied the convoy, I reached the bottom station. After a double vodka and a hot soup in the restaurant, my circulation gradually stabilized. Meanwhile, Philip was raging on the slopes, the female skiers challenged him.
spent the last day of each with preferences. Some lay in front of the house in the sun, read, listened to music or discussing lyrics. Others migrated to the mountain. Philip spent with a few sports freaks again for half a day on the slopes. With a little sadness in the heart together we cleaned room, kitchen and rooms.
the evening, began even before the melted snow to ice up, we broke out in a column on the home.
had early morning call me Paul's worries. Apparently our daughter was once again not come home. I drove home with mixed feelings, knew that the call was merely a precursor to a longer conflict.
Philip tried to distract me. He promised to assist, should there be more difficult. His wife had finally worked with troubled youths, they would take my child also determined, and he would be the last to have something against it.
This outlook made me more confident and reassured me during the long drive home. Despite exhilarating talks, which we shortened the trip, I was tense. Finally, our departure was awaited as the culmination of the ski weekend at stake.
Under the pretext together to search for the daughter, picked me up a friend from home. Tanya was now indeed been short there, but immediately disappeared when she realized I was still absent.
After we had searched all the premises in vain for their city, we gave up the search. Not the slightest clue came, could put out Tanya, for her new friends held tight.
now waiting the hard core of our group at a disco on us.
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How To Ask A Day Off For A Dentist Appt
Christmas in the excerpt - sun, moon, and men
sun, moon, and men of Mona Frick
Sample
I love Christmas and I love the Christmas market, especially Christmas Market of Stuttgart with its numerous huts, the day and night are beautiful to look lush, with its roof decoration. Even the pots and pans, the hand-knitted socks, the rows of herbal candies, the children who hold out the middle of it wrong, singing her hat, even the queues at the sausage stands, as well as the state horse-balm, which is again the process are mandatory for me to which I do not really whether owners are actually so many horses at the Christmas market that it might be worth it to sell the balm. That the balm for the horse and not horse, I realized after the initial shock soon. Maybe he's also good for people, but honestly, I can not imagine myself really: einzucremen me the evening after a scented bath with a horse-cream. I also do not eat dog Cracker.
And there is mulled wine! I would not exactly describe it as looking at risk, but I confess myself at this point to my addiction solitaire on the computer - my record is about eight thousand points. And I have to admit honestly that I'm a serial junkie. Even with
> Germanys next Topmodel \u0026lt;I have a wrinkle, despite the declared antipathy towards Heidi Klum, called in sequence: HK. But finally I just need to know how it goes, who is flying out next, and on what grounds and in particular what artificial expression of the HK the next girl camera effectively declared the expulsion. Even though I am still so very upset about her whole demeanor and I feel sorry the poor girls whose dreams burst regularly. My Wednesday nights are all for> Grey's Anatomy "and" Desperate Housewives \u0026lt;reserved, and of which I will distract me from any date. Not even when mulled wine is involved.
But today's not Wednesday. Therefore I could easily go to the Christmas market and that with "My name is David and I come from the United States."
The time was an original speech.
He had me at the gym today with exactly welcomed this saying, myself deliberately looking in his eyes and tell me the same - without that I grow a different choice would have been - invited to the Christmas market, following the training. Actually, I was at the gym, in the view of my current unsatisfactory situation overall, was pretty grim and taciturn. He could be put off by not obvious.
This would once again confirms the theory that one must show a woman just incurious, already a growing interest in men.
I was so carried away to a meeting at the Christmas market, because I liked David purely visual with his dark hair and his dark eyes. He also made a nice, simple idea, and I had nothing further before - as it currently was so often the case.
The evening began innocently enough. However, I let myself be carried away by two of mulled wine to similarly witty sayings such as:. "Outside I may seem nice, but inside I'm gloomy
In my probably quite flawless English.
Granted, it was not a very engaging fit of honesty. The mulled wine fans are always a bit my tongue. I do not know if it was with respect to the confessions of my dark soul or Claudia W. and her three daughters who joined us.
"Who are you? Do you have the Tom? "asked the youngest of the three frightened-looking David, Mona and he are" in love, she added seriously.
Tom lives next door by the way, Claudia W., is good friends with her husband and therefore more to be found in them than in his small studio.
"No, he does not know Tom, and we are no longer" in love, I reply strictly to David's place.
"Did Tom leave you for another woman? Or did you leave him? "Asked me the greatest.
, "There is not now since Tom, I'm with David. And anyway, we wanted to go now. "Claudia W.
I looked imploringly to their carefree kids punch drank and obviously brilliant amused.
"You know, Tom looks very good and is certainly angry when he sees you here with Mona," threatened the Middle.
Okay, that was enough. Short and determined I said goodbye to my friend and her daughters, pushing David in the other direction.
But not even the third mulled wine, which helped David and I drank, but finally jostled among us constantly from all sides and, unfortunately, quite silent, even to save the evening. For he ended his sentence
"You need not surprise you if I tell you the next time no Hi,"
really so.. I found him a bit small anyway. It also took me to a white heat, that he told me all the few minutes: "I am David, coming from the USA"
I really have enough of their own neuroses..
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sun, moon, and men of Mona Frick
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And there is mulled wine! I would not exactly describe it as looking at risk, but I confess myself at this point to my addiction solitaire on the computer - my record is about eight thousand points. And I have to admit honestly that I'm a serial junkie. Even with
> Germanys next Topmodel \u0026lt;I have a wrinkle, despite the declared antipathy towards Heidi Klum, called in sequence: HK. But finally I just need to know how it goes, who is flying out next, and on what grounds and in particular what artificial expression of the HK the next girl camera effectively declared the expulsion. Even though I am still so very upset about her whole demeanor and I feel sorry the poor girls whose dreams burst regularly. My Wednesday nights are all for> Grey's Anatomy "and" Desperate Housewives \u0026lt;reserved, and of which I will distract me from any date. Not even when mulled wine is involved.
But today's not Wednesday. Therefore I could easily go to the Christmas market and that with "My name is David and I come from the United States."
The time was an original speech.
He had me at the gym today with exactly welcomed this saying, myself deliberately looking in his eyes and tell me the same - without that I grow a different choice would have been - invited to the Christmas market, following the training. Actually, I was at the gym, in the view of my current unsatisfactory situation overall, was pretty grim and taciturn. He could be put off by not obvious.
This would once again confirms the theory that one must show a woman just incurious, already a growing interest in men.
I was so carried away to a meeting at the Christmas market, because I liked David purely visual with his dark hair and his dark eyes. He also made a nice, simple idea, and I had nothing further before - as it currently was so often the case.
The evening began innocently enough. However, I let myself be carried away by two of mulled wine to similarly witty sayings such as:. "Outside I may seem nice, but inside I'm gloomy
In my probably quite flawless English.
Granted, it was not a very engaging fit of honesty. The mulled wine fans are always a bit my tongue. I do not know if it was with respect to the confessions of my dark soul or Claudia W. and her three daughters who joined us.
"Who are you? Do you have the Tom? "asked the youngest of the three frightened-looking David, Mona and he are" in love, she added seriously.
Tom lives next door by the way, Claudia W., is good friends with her husband and therefore more to be found in them than in his small studio.
"No, he does not know Tom, and we are no longer" in love, I reply strictly to David's place.
"Did Tom leave you for another woman? Or did you leave him? "Asked me the greatest.
, "There is not now since Tom, I'm with David. And anyway, we wanted to go now. "Claudia W.
I looked imploringly to their carefree kids punch drank and obviously brilliant amused.
"You know, Tom looks very good and is certainly angry when he sees you here with Mona," threatened the Middle.
Okay, that was enough. Short and determined I said goodbye to my friend and her daughters, pushing David in the other direction.
But not even the third mulled wine, which helped David and I drank, but finally jostled among us constantly from all sides and, unfortunately, quite silent, even to save the evening. For he ended his sentence
"You need not surprise you if I tell you the next time no Hi,"
really so.. I found him a bit small anyway. It also took me to a white heat, that he told me all the few minutes: "I am David, coming from the USA"
I really have enough of their own neuroses..
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
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St. Hawthorn of Glastonbury
According to legend, Joseph is of Arimathea after arrival in Glastonbury rammed his stick into the ground, which then, miraculously way to the holy bush driving out of Glastonbury.
This hawthorn (The Holy Thorn) was in the Middle Ages a popular destination for pilgrims, as he flourished twice a year. Once in the spring and once at Christmas.
In English Civil War he was a soldier vice chops.
This was, according to legend, by flying around splinters in the eye hit and went blind.
was later an offshoot of the old hawthorn planted to its current location.
Druids and Christians, he was a religious goal. Wishes and prayers were passed through the colored ribbons hawthorn.
image was taken from the article in the Daily Mail dated 12/10/2010.
has now turned choppy this saint Hawthorn simply by vandals.
here to a report by the Daily Mail .
It's really incredible. It would be interesting to know what such people with such some think.
Let the tree do justice .......................
image was taken from the article in the Daily Mail dated 12/10/2010. 
According to legend, Joseph is of Arimathea after arrival in Glastonbury rammed his stick into the ground, which then, miraculously way to the holy bush driving out of Glastonbury.
This hawthorn (The Holy Thorn) was in the Middle Ages a popular destination for pilgrims, as he flourished twice a year. Once in the spring and once at Christmas.
In English Civil War he was a soldier vice chops.
This was, according to legend, by flying around splinters in the eye hit and went blind.
was later an offshoot of the old hawthorn planted to its current location.
Druids and Christians, he was a religious goal. Wishes and prayers were passed through the colored ribbons hawthorn.
image was taken from the article in the Daily Mail dated 12/10/2010.
has now turned choppy this saint Hawthorn simply by vandals.
here to a report by the Daily Mail .
It's really incredible. It would be interesting to know what such people with such some think.
Let the tree do justice .......................
image was taken from the article in the Daily Mail dated 12/10/2010.
Friday, December 10, 2010
How To Builda Deck For A Bridge
novel publication: roots of hope
Miluna Tuani lives in Corsica. Writing for them was from an early part of their being, even as a child she wrote on stories, poems and lyrics. Today it is full-time mother, runs the incidental effect of Webboutique for Corsican specialties, directs an astronomical club and is active in animal welfare. She has also worked in the season in the tourism sector and in the low season in the elderly.
Author interview with Miluna Tuani on 20 October
When did you start writing?
As a child I started to write little stories that came to my head, just as poems and lyrics. For me writing has always been a part of my being.
What does the writing for you?
My creative ejections in the form of stories to share with others. In recent years the desire has had time to write about Corsica. I want the understanding of German visitors to convey the beauty of this island, as I moved from its history, independent Culture and local language, music and social problems of modern time telling. When you come
the best ideas?
spontaneously Ganz, any time, suddenly they are there.
Where do you get your ideas?
I am not looking for them, suddenly I have a complete story in mind. But certainly wear my stories mixed features of experiences with my fantasy.
Do you have a fad for writing?
Yes, I can only write when there is total silence around me, say at night!
looks like you writing room?
I'm working on my simple PC role-table in my sparsely furnished living room: sofa, coffee table, dining table with chairs, Rattanregal, fireplace alcove, open kitchen, large yellow-beige walls, a staircase to the mezzanine.
your window view? from
on the terrace in the garden, with views of the surrounding mountains from the patio door window, the other on the village and the sea on the horizon Capraja Elba and sometimes - depending on the weather.
Is your door open when you write?
in winter, as I write in the salon and it is the patio door window, open in summer. But because of the foxes I prefer to shut the shutters. We live in wild nature in the mountains.
Listen to music?
Yes, when revising the stories written down, but not in the first version.
Write disciplined?
Yes, I have my goal before I must finish it and even if sometimes the whole night is spent there. Ifs in my head "itches", the story out to the hard drive without any ifs and buts and without being allowed to disturb me.
How to go about with writing problems?
I wait for a better opportunity to let my creativity run wild, and meditate on invented the story in silence, lying with closed eyes and let the action proceed as a movie in my mind's eye.
What books do you read for yourself the most?
Historical novels, sci-fi / Fantasy and many more
What are you reading now?
Many interesting works on literature platforms on the Web.
Do you have favorite authors?
Marion Zimmer Bradley, Noah Gordon, but also many others.
when a specific method?
first The story appears in the second head
Recording of history in the raw
third The revision
How did \u0026lt;you get the idea to> roots of Hope?
The total action appeared to me at once in the head, some have real experiences mixed with the imagination. For example, I have the floods on the river Fiume Altu witnessed live!
What is then this novel come about?
After I complete the idea in his head, I began to write it down in the rough draft, which was 1995. Then followed a few years maternity leave. In 2003 I took the manuscript back to hand and worked there until his final version.
How did you approached artisanal and technical?
After I had written the first draft, I created a concept to structure the novel logical. I made a presentation, the novel divided into chapters and subsections, each with a brief synopsis, then followed by physical descriptions of the main and supporting characters with their biography.
This was among other things, work for a homework assignment in my distance learning> Learning to write, 'which I completed in 1992-1993 here on site. This framework, I then my uncle, a former professor of Germanic, submitted to the editorial office. His proofreading version I have saved again. In a computer science mishap but I have unfortunately lost this proofreading version and had to have once started from the beginning!
you knew from the beginning how it will end?
Yes.
can be seen in the final version or the raw version?
There were some revisions, but the raw version was easily visible. My uncle wanted to leave some sections completely, but I was against it because I see my novel as a collective work. It's like a symphony, if you take out a piece, the harmony breaks down. He understood, but remained skeptical because of some scenes.
How did you come to the names of the characters?
you are just appeared to me as the text itself
you have on-site research?
No, because I live locally and know him very well.
Was there motivation holes as you have freed themselves from it and how to maneuver away writer's block? The computer science has
Panne me taken very motivated, but since I am a so-called bounce back, I sat down again on it. But I can take some time, now other recorded texts and put a little distance.
unfortunately had your environment while you were working on the book?
Hardly, since I write at night.
What is it, after all the effort, published the novel to ? Get
It is an indescribable feeling that I somehow can not express in words only, I am very happy and proud and grateful.
Where do you like to travel and what is important to you on a holiday?
before I finally settled in Corsica, I traveled around a lot already from childhood, but my favorite destination was always the island of Corsica.
is important for me at a resort a pleasant climate, wild, uncontaminated nature and little overflowing places far from mass tourism.
work on which text you today?
I am currently revising my last days with the trilogy employed, the first version I did before about five years on disk, as well as with my first novel by 1990/91, the original of which I lost in a computer science breakdown.
I've been this way from the bad luck, but today, fortunately my son is a computer science genius, that is, he finds a solution for any mishap. He is twelve!
I would also like to work all of my other old works, to prepare them for eventual publication.
you already know how hot is the new novel?
trilogy is my end> Astreya 'and my first novel> What is the name Leaves' in the wind.
can you a bit about it?
> Astreya \u0026lt;begins in the past, continues at the present time and end time in the future and play again in Corsica.
> How leaves is' in the Wind is an entertainment novel and also plays in Corsica, between yesterday and today, between fate and predestination, between cruel reality and supernatural perceptions, and political feuds between Vendetta. And he is the introduction to one of my first works that I created at the age of eight years in the rough, a SF-fantasy saga in nine volumes.
Otherwise, I
have so many projects that look as Exposé or recording as an idea. If I had enough time to write only, then I would make a move a little faster. But unfortunately, one has other commitments in life. Thanks to modern technology platforms and the literature I was able to make some of my spontaneous new works for the general public to read, what to me is very important. I am very happy if my texts are read and please the readers.
Thank you for the interview! 
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| roots of the hope of Miluna Tuani |
The novel > roots of hope \u0026lt; plays in Corsica and tells the story of a young photographer and journalist. Alicia decided to end their lives because they the result of a difficult to handle suffering. When she wants to implement the suicide into action, she meets a mysterious young man, a tense relationship develops between the two.
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| Miluna Tuani |
Author interview with Miluna Tuani on 20 October
When did you start writing?
As a child I started to write little stories that came to my head, just as poems and lyrics. For me writing has always been a part of my being.
What does the writing for you?
My creative ejections in the form of stories to share with others. In recent years the desire has had time to write about Corsica. I want the understanding of German visitors to convey the beauty of this island, as I moved from its history, independent Culture and local language, music and social problems of modern time telling. When you come
the best ideas?
spontaneously Ganz, any time, suddenly they are there.
Where do you get your ideas?
I am not looking for them, suddenly I have a complete story in mind. But certainly wear my stories mixed features of experiences with my fantasy.
Do you have a fad for writing?
Yes, I can only write when there is total silence around me, say at night!
looks like you writing room?
I'm working on my simple PC role-table in my sparsely furnished living room: sofa, coffee table, dining table with chairs, Rattanregal, fireplace alcove, open kitchen, large yellow-beige walls, a staircase to the mezzanine.
your window view? from
on the terrace in the garden, with views of the surrounding mountains from the patio door window, the other on the village and the sea on the horizon Capraja Elba and sometimes - depending on the weather.
Is your door open when you write?
in winter, as I write in the salon and it is the patio door window, open in summer. But because of the foxes I prefer to shut the shutters. We live in wild nature in the mountains.
Listen to music?
Yes, when revising the stories written down, but not in the first version.
Write disciplined?
Yes, I have my goal before I must finish it and even if sometimes the whole night is spent there. Ifs in my head "itches", the story out to the hard drive without any ifs and buts and without being allowed to disturb me.
How to go about with writing problems?
I wait for a better opportunity to let my creativity run wild, and meditate on invented the story in silence, lying with closed eyes and let the action proceed as a movie in my mind's eye.
What books do you read for yourself the most?
Historical novels, sci-fi / Fantasy and many more
What are you reading now?
Many interesting works on literature platforms on the Web.
Do you have favorite authors?
Marion Zimmer Bradley, Noah Gordon, but also many others.
when a specific method?
first The story appears in the second head
Recording of history in the raw
third The revision
How did \u0026lt;you get the idea to> roots of Hope?
The total action appeared to me at once in the head, some have real experiences mixed with the imagination. For example, I have the floods on the river Fiume Altu witnessed live!
What is then this novel come about?
After I complete the idea in his head, I began to write it down in the rough draft, which was 1995. Then followed a few years maternity leave. In 2003 I took the manuscript back to hand and worked there until his final version.
How did you approached artisanal and technical?
After I had written the first draft, I created a concept to structure the novel logical. I made a presentation, the novel divided into chapters and subsections, each with a brief synopsis, then followed by physical descriptions of the main and supporting characters with their biography.
This was among other things, work for a homework assignment in my distance learning> Learning to write, 'which I completed in 1992-1993 here on site. This framework, I then my uncle, a former professor of Germanic, submitted to the editorial office. His proofreading version I have saved again. In a computer science mishap but I have unfortunately lost this proofreading version and had to have once started from the beginning!
you knew from the beginning how it will end?
Yes.
can be seen in the final version or the raw version?
There were some revisions, but the raw version was easily visible. My uncle wanted to leave some sections completely, but I was against it because I see my novel as a collective work. It's like a symphony, if you take out a piece, the harmony breaks down. He understood, but remained skeptical because of some scenes.
How did you come to the names of the characters?
you are just appeared to me as the text itself
you have on-site research?
No, because I live locally and know him very well.
Was there motivation holes as you have freed themselves from it and how to maneuver away writer's block? The computer science has
Panne me taken very motivated, but since I am a so-called bounce back, I sat down again on it. But I can take some time, now other recorded texts and put a little distance.
unfortunately had your environment while you were working on the book?
Hardly, since I write at night.
What is it, after all the effort, published the novel to ? Get
It is an indescribable feeling that I somehow can not express in words only, I am very happy and proud and grateful.
Where do you like to travel and what is important to you on a holiday?
before I finally settled in Corsica, I traveled around a lot already from childhood, but my favorite destination was always the island of Corsica.
is important for me at a resort a pleasant climate, wild, uncontaminated nature and little overflowing places far from mass tourism.
work on which text you today?
I am currently revising my last days with the trilogy employed, the first version I did before about five years on disk, as well as with my first novel by 1990/91, the original of which I lost in a computer science breakdown.
I've been this way from the bad luck, but today, fortunately my son is a computer science genius, that is, he finds a solution for any mishap. He is twelve!
I would also like to work all of my other old works, to prepare them for eventual publication.
you already know how hot is the new novel?
trilogy is my end> Astreya 'and my first novel> What is the name Leaves' in the wind.
can you a bit about it?
> Astreya \u0026lt;begins in the past, continues at the present time and end time in the future and play again in Corsica.
> How leaves is' in the Wind is an entertainment novel and also plays in Corsica, between yesterday and today, between fate and predestination, between cruel reality and supernatural perceptions, and political feuds between Vendetta. And he is the introduction to one of my first works that I created at the age of eight years in the rough, a SF-fantasy saga in nine volumes.
Otherwise, I
have so many projects that look as Exposé or recording as an idea. If I had enough time to write only, then I would make a move a little faster. But unfortunately, one has other commitments in life. Thanks to modern technology platforms and the literature I was able to make some of my spontaneous new works for the general public to read, what to me is very important. I am very happy if my texts are read and please the readers.
Thank you for the interview!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Is Perrier Hard On The Stomach
Who yesterday I was not ...
There is no transfer of knowledge - only an experienced.
There is no description of experience - just knowledge.
I read discussions about the "ego" and the "I",
whether the ego really is and whether the ego must be overcome.
I say yes - to both.
people claim they need the ego and the mind to orient around, find your way around - because they would not without their imagination.
I say only if you mind properly used, you no longer live from the ego out ....
All these confusions exist only because we constantly hear the chatter in our head and not on our hearts. But who does not live in the heart, must listen to the mind, because otherwise he does not know what to do.
Our "hyper-intellectual society" is actually a curse, and who will "rühselig is to be ridiculed. It's a cross I us ... :-)
But what can you do now to find the right path?
Jed McKenna who has read, has already heard that the personal development of the ego and minds beyond is not exactly a picnic. Because it means letting go of oneself. And letting go is just what man can not do out of sheer fear of the non-existence .
But there is a solution, and that is "Thank God," a simple: Just put
as usual!
easy to?
There is no transfer of knowledge - only an experienced.
There is no description of experience - just knowledge.
I read discussions about the "ego" and the "I",
whether the ego really is and whether the ego must be overcome.
I say yes - to both.
people claim they need the ego and the mind to orient around, find your way around - because they would not without their imagination.
I say only if you mind properly used, you no longer live from the ego out ....
All these confusions exist only because we constantly hear the chatter in our head and not on our hearts. But who does not live in the heart, must listen to the mind, because otherwise he does not know what to do.
Our "hyper-intellectual society" is actually a curse, and who will "rühselig is to be ridiculed. It's a cross I us ... :-)
But what can you do now to find the right path?
Jed McKenna who has read, has already heard that the personal development of the ego and minds beyond is not exactly a picnic. Because it means letting go of oneself. And letting go is just what man can not do out of sheer fear of the non-existence .
But there is a solution, and that is "Thank God," a simple: Just put
as usual!
easy to?
Certainly not, for God sends you anyway your lessons you need to grow - whether you want them or not. But if you're interested in your personal advancement, it helps you to accept these duties as such and to pass with his eyes open - as your personal learning tasks. You can keep it
but like so many others: Reject complain, annoy, be angry, or: depressed, whining, blaming and fleeing with respect to the Confirmation Code to you tasks.
but I promise you one thing: If you accept your responsibilities as positive lessons from God originally, it will help you a lot more than if you reject it and verweigerst.
Subsequent insights from your duties come first, slowly but steadily, and with any personally-developed understanding of yourself and for others it is faster and easier.
Until you notice one day that there are many "pots" are to walk by you, and you gain more strength, because you're going out stronger from every lesson mastered.
live Godly Until You.
Then your true self, nothing stands in his way.
but like so many others: Reject complain, annoy, be angry, or: depressed, whining, blaming and fleeing with respect to the Confirmation Code to you tasks.
but I promise you one thing: If you accept your responsibilities as positive lessons from God originally, it will help you a lot more than if you reject it and verweigerst.
Subsequent insights from your duties come first, slowly but steadily, and with any personally-developed understanding of yourself and for others it is faster and easier.
Until you notice one day that there are many "pots" are to walk by you, and you gain more strength, because you're going out stronger from every lesson mastered.
live Godly Until You.
Then your true self, nothing stands in his way.
also no so-called ego.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Property Of Very Slowly
ade reader opinion
"Sparkling, fresh, sensual" is a reader " Sun, Moon and men "by Mona Frick.
Here comes joy! 
"Sparkling, fresh, sensual" is a reader " Sun, Moon and men "by Mona Frick.
Here comes joy!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Aircreation582sl Red Fsx
Christmas stress?
is probably not. But in between an hour walking around in the freshly fallen snow in the evening light a small candle. Calmly reading material download, take some time for reading relaxing at sun, moon, and men , only dreamed , life is a part-time job and Olivers Travel -.?.. away Can even 
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Light Brown-tinged Bleeding For 1 Day
What matters
Everyday we can watch and see as we rush around. flee
Either we just back from something that is unpleasant
What would you this day worth 
Everyday we can watch and see as we rush around. flee
Either we just back from something that is unpleasant
us
or we just strive again later to find our happiness and salvation
or we just strive again later to find our happiness and salvation
on the outside.
Always on the go ... Now please do not say
. "Oh - I do not listen more, talk
Always on the go ... Now please do not say
. "Oh - I do not listen more, talk
always the same:
" Do not turn outside to the inside ... you ... "
but you wonder why all
but you wonder why all
have people over again exactly say that.
My brother is sitting across from me and complains about the "bad people" who so do not stick to his rules. My sister sits across from me and complains about what they It all looks skeptical and not to those who seemingly everything (instead of their ) have ...
But who is happy all of them?
Only the man is happy, which it does not matter
My brother is sitting across from me and complains about the "bad people" who so do not stick to his rules. My sister sits across from me and complains about what they It all looks skeptical and not to those who seemingly everything (instead of their ) have ...
But who is happy all of them?
Only the man is happy, which it does not matter
what he has or has not. Only
the person is happy refrain, which it does not matter if others do one or the other, or the one and doing another.
The world is not your product and they will never be.
The earth does not rotate because of you,
the person is happy refrain, which it does not matter if others do one or the other, or the one and doing another.
The world is not your product and they will never be.
The earth does not rotate because of you,
and offers you a home yet,
- a value that is not with words and can not be measured with money.
What is worth to you the world ...?
-what the earth ...?
-what your life ...?
-what your health ...?
- a value that is not with words and can not be measured with money.
What is worth to you the world ...?
-what the earth ...?
-what your life ...?
-what your health ...?
What would you this day worth
if you knew, there's no tomorrow?
What makes you so sure you still have sooo much time
that you can now choose not to be alive,
What makes you so sure you still have sooo much time
that you can now choose not to be alive,
to be loving and happy?
Who promised you that you're gonna be tomorrow instead?
And - he will keep it? What
is the truth and what is important to
in life?
The truth is that only what you feel now, is true for you.
us even if it feels bad, it is nevertheless true.
truth is that only what you see now, for you is real,
also, now if you prefer something else would see.
The truth is that your life you are living now, he is your life, filled with people, things and activities that you once chose.
The truth is that what you like, not now,
Who promised you that you're gonna be tomorrow instead?
And - he will keep it? What
is the truth and what is important to
in life?
The truth is that only what you feel now, is true for you.
us even if it feels bad, it is nevertheless true.
truth is that only what you see now, for you is real,
also, now if you prefer something else would see.
The truth is that your life you are living now, he is your life, filled with people, things and activities that you once chose.
The truth is that what you like, not now,
is your own choice, and not that of another.
And Your salvation is that you this Accept truth,
And Your salvation is that you this Accept truth,
and that you finally start to love what you chose
to choose or what you love.
THAT is the whole truth - that what is important.
THAT is the whole truth - that what is important.
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image by Paul049: Wind Energy
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Chimney Radiculopathy
winter is here!
Since the last week, has bright day was soon discovered that it had to go out this weekend, absolutely. A tour was set already. It should the Allgäuer U be defeated. (4000hm, 40km, 21Gipfel - Learn more about this next spring!). It should not be easy, was already clear in advance how hard, but should show only. But first things first ...
Friday we went to the lecture more easily take in the cafeteria to our last dinner with us. Quick cycled home, moved, backpack packed and cycled back to the station. From here we went to Immenstadt, to the foot of the south and thus the beginning of Nagelfluhkette . Target for this evening was the Stuiben (4.Gipfel) be. At first it was very good as us a snow cat had made their way free.
Ruckzuck arrived at the lunch, we chuckled over the first plate and studied the application ... :-)
At the top we were now on our own. Up here was from the snow was no more. So it was with the pathfinding not easy. We instinctively sought our own way.
Summit No. 2, Bärenköpfle:
And towards mountain stones. It cleared up here in a very short, so we could orient ourselves something
was now going from the torture. It was a steep hill and the snow became more and more. So that we with our snowshoes hardly progressed and began to slide. The struggle through waist-deep powder snow was always exhausting. Just before the stone mountain the night we had already obtained. Although we have noted the ladder to Gipfle recognize the headlamp appearance, but not the corresponding track. An Essay on the steep, blocky terrain we had then finally repealed for the following day. So we went back to the wire rope secured path and looked for a sheltered spot. We shoveled a flat surface and set up our runner cubes dance palace.
Under cover of tarps we eat and prepare our bedroom for the night.
Once we have awakened a beautiful sunrise, we have tortured out of our sleeping bags and found that we had about -13 ° C and 10cm of fresh snow. had
When we finally packed with the troubled, cold fingers, our backpacks, we went on our way to the top of yesterday. When we were back at the office and I'm stuck up to his waist in the snow, we decided after much discussion with the Summit and for the reversal. The road to the summit seemed unsure passable and we did not know how it looked.
We also had to come back to a station somewhere. From these and other reasons we went back to the valley. We were no longer under time and pressure to perform and were able to enjoy the view and the sun is given a full lunch break:
We are then driven by Blaichach home.
spite of an early return home, it was a nice tour and has once again given us a taste of more winter-albeit with a little less snow ... :-)
Furthermore, we have both learned a lot again. Learn more about this but in the upcoming report on the equipment for the tour. Here ever a list for the curious.
best of all, white greetings from Bavaria!
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