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Neanderthals breathed new

As I read in a newspaper of boxini a well-known public comment (and always ironic derogatory) of political events that affect a party known by the symbol color hope, the Neanderthals are not extinct. It possess a variety of tests.

Here's an example.

Regional train Civitanova Marche-Bologna, Sunday, March 28, 2010. In Rimini salt a gang of rowdy, even youngsters too, who begins to make a terrible noise. They have a very northern accent, swear without doubling the tooth, put the suffix "pussy" (calcium G and with an emphasis on the unique), and between them they were "WUE, Berlusconi". The undersigned is immersed in reading Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer, and ears are listening, listen, listen, interpreted by Maria Callas Casta Diva from Norma by Bellini. These, however, scream, perch at the door, lie down on the ground, a little bother 'at all thinking they were funny. Past bottles of beer, belch and banging their fists on the windows shouting "the tissue" or "oh beautiful pussy" on a group of young girls who go on the platform. A chaos that is superimposed on the world's most esteemed soprano, mon dieu. Maybe I missed a few football matches in Emilia Romagna? AC Milan or Inter Milan were playing somewhere? They opened the cages of some zoo?

Reflection is more than trivial. On a day where you should go and vote and prove that he still has a civic consciousness, and especially not to have fallen asleep under the talent show, they think it is better to scream out loud in a train rather quiet and orderly, trying even to make jokes at maidens armed with suitcase going down. I raised my eyebrows inarcatissime several times, glancing rather than threatening. And in fact I did not say a word, while I descended. I thought it well to steal a whisper, "is a lesbian, but I'm not sure. If so, go and fuck it, and not because they consider it an insult, of course.

was not enough the wheel, the plow, the fallow, the bulb, the telephone. Neither the French Revolution. The man, especially the male gender (yes, there angry), still lives in caves. Ergo, we find the government we have. In fact, we deserve it.

PS: In the area where I voted, Marche, (dealing with 7 hours by train in 24 hours) is winning the center-left. The PDL, however, took more votes than all alone. Luckily it was not possible to vote disjoint. And in the face of Bersani who made his debut Saturday with "the wind is changing."

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Neanderthals breathed new

As I read in a newspaper of boxini a well-known public comment (and always ironic derogatory) of political events that affect a party known by the symbol color hope, the Neanderthals are not extinct. It possess a variety of tests.

Here's an example.

Regional train Civitanova Marche-Bologna, Sunday, March 28, 2010. In Rimini salt a gang of rowdy, even youngsters too, who begins to make a terrible noise. They have a very northern accent, swear without doubling the tooth, put the suffix "pussy" (calcium G and with an emphasis on the unique), and between them they were "WUE, Berlusconi". The undersigned is immersed in reading Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer, and ears are listening, listen, listen, interpreted by Maria Callas Casta Diva from Norma by Bellini. These, however, scream, perch at the door, lie down on the ground, a little bother 'at all thinking they were funny. Past bottles of beer, belch and banging their fists on the windows shouting "the tissue" or "oh beautiful pussy" on a group of young girls who go on the platform. A chaos that is superimposed on the world's most esteemed soprano, mon dieu. Maybe I missed a few football matches in Emilia Romagna? AC Milan or Inter Milan were playing somewhere? They opened the cages of some zoo?

Reflection is more than trivial. On a day where you should go and vote and prove that he still has a civic consciousness, and especially not to have fallen asleep under the talent show, they think it is better to scream out loud in a train rather quiet and orderly, trying even to make jokes at maidens armed with suitcase going down. I raised my eyebrows inarcatissime several times, glancing rather than threatening. And in fact I did not say a word, while I descended. I thought it well to steal a whisper, "is a lesbian, but I'm not sure. If so, go and fuck it, and not because they consider it an insult, of course.

was not enough the wheel, the plow, the fallow, the bulb, the telephone. Neither the French Revolution. The man, especially the male gender (yes, there angry), still lives in caves. Ergo, we find the government we have. In fact, we deserve it.

PS: In the area where I voted, Marche, (dealing with 7 hours by train in 24 hours) is winning the center-left. The PDL, however, took more votes than all alone. Luckily it was not possible to vote disjoint. And in the face of Bersani who made his debut Saturday with "the wind is changing."

Cats Stool Has White In It

I revamped the blog, it was too long so it was always equal to itself.

I intend to write more and, more importantly, write about things lighter. But the time is not exactly cheerful, not for me but for what is around me.

I finally finished reading "My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk. It 'was hard, but I did. Read a book, full of quotations, able to mix with the least dignified without losing any way the right way. But I found it uninvolving: try to find a murderess, but you do not have that morbid curiosity to get to the end. There are no huge plot twists and moments that most have whetted my appetite for reading are those that describe everyday situations or the subtle irony that lurks in the gestures and words of a mother, a young and beautiful as SEKUR that has to do with a series of cartoon characters and trigger-happy, with her two children.

I then had a terrible week, including fever and sore throat, and "evil" that is developing in the gastrointestinal knee a bit 'all. And despite the illness, I worked a lot. Fortunately, that happened when there were off 40 cm of snow.

Well, tomorrow I finally cut my hair. Split ends are gone, no white hair.

Cats Stool Has White In It

I revamped the blog, it was too long so it was always equal to itself.

I intend to write more and, more importantly, write about things lighter. But the time is not exactly cheerful, not for me but for what is around me.

I finally finished reading "My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk. It 'was hard, but I did. Read a book, full of quotations, able to mix with the least dignified without losing any way the right way. But I found it uninvolving: try to find a murderess, but you do not have that morbid curiosity to get to the end. There are no huge plot twists and moments that most have whetted my appetite for reading are those that describe everyday situations or the subtle irony that lurks in the gestures and words of a mother, a young and beautiful as SEKUR that has to do with a series of cartoon characters and trigger-happy, with her two children.

I then had a terrible week, including fever and sore throat, and "evil" that is developing in the gastrointestinal knee a bit 'all. And despite the illness, I worked a lot. Fortunately, that happened when there were off 40 cm of snow.

Well, tomorrow I finally cut my hair. Split ends are gone, no white hair.

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Istanbul

Istanbul, the navel of the world
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Christians, Jews, Buddhists, agnostics. Knock, without fear, this is a place of peace. And 'what we read on the door of the small office for information on Islam in the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, one of the most impressive places of worship in the Muslim world. Hard not to be fascinated, to visit and how to open a magic chest and satiate his eyes slowly. The atmosphere instills respect, the booklets that explain who he was calmed Muhammad: You are welcome, just do not bother when the muezzin calls to prayer.



The Sultanahmet Camii sums up the spirit of the city. Capital of the Eastern Roman first, then the palace of the sultans, Istanbul is now more balanced on a thin wire that would drag it to Europe, not in a geographical sense. The light filtering through windows 260, reflects on more than 20,000 Iznik tiles and is interwoven with sinuous low chandeliers that seem to touch the floor. Must for every visitor, the Blue Mosque is the starting point to realize that the center of the history and culture in a city where even the dust smells of old and new together. The two eyes of a woman in a long, wide black çarşaf come together with a Japanese girl with a t-shirt color and the head uncovered: the first goes to pray in the women separate from men, the second wants a souvenir photo. Both are holding a plastic bag containing a pair of Converse. Outside, in the shadow of the six minarets that soar over thousand wonders of the city, a young veiled wife takes pictures of her husband by phone. A few hundred yards away, a vendor of a water pipe breaks Facebook chat to begin bargaining with tourists while on duty on the Asian side, an elderly person complains about the work of the Bosphorus railway tunnel that they will soon connect to the old town Üsküdar.



"Turkey is bordered by the countries and several roads from here to Iran, India and China." Youssef is a region on the border with Bulgaria and runs a clothes shop in Beyoğlu ethnic, trendy studded with bars, restaurants, chain stores and global shopping alternatives. Every so often goes to Goa or Nepal, and return with suitcases full of colorful pants, jackets, raw wool, which knows skirts of curry and incense. "My mother is a good example of what happens in the country: is a fervent Muslim, but tolerates alcohol - says while sipping a hot elma cay, apple tea - He does it for my father in the country where I grew up men drink a lot, but could not. " Yes, alcohol. In Taksim, on Saturday night, it flows freely. A big ask for pints of Efes, the local brew, are mostly very young, sitting at the tables that dot the ups and downs around Istiklal Caddesi, the main course. They are rich liberals and perhaps unconsciously, they have the iPhone and sheepskin boots Ugg Australia brand. They listen to Franz Ferdinand and attend the Peyote or Babylon, true temples of the underground music town. There are so many to want to look for place in their midst, but they become too small as a thermometer to want social whole country.



Viva, sensual, hot. Istanbul swallows who tramples on the streets and you find out right from the gut, with a landscape that is constantly changing, never tell. The bundle of colors is endless: you pick up the Blue Mosque and perhaps not the most returns.

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Istanbul

Istanbul, the navel of the world
Sara Chip

Christians, Jews, Buddhists, agnostics. Knock, without fear, this is a place of peace. And 'what we read on the door of the small office for information on Islam in the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, one of the most impressive places of worship in the Muslim world. Hard not to be fascinated, to visit and how to open a magic chest and satiate his eyes slowly. The atmosphere instills respect, the booklets that explain who he was calmed Muhammad: You are welcome, just do not bother when the muezzin calls to prayer.



The Sultanahmet Camii sums up the spirit of the city. Capital of the Eastern Roman first, then the palace of the sultans, Istanbul is now more balanced on a thin wire that would drag it to Europe, not in a geographical sense. The light filtering through windows 260, reflects on more than 20,000 Iznik tiles and is interwoven with sinuous low chandeliers that seem to touch the floor. Must for every visitor, the Blue Mosque is the starting point to realize that the center of the history and culture in a city where even the dust smells of old and new together. The two eyes of a woman in a long, wide black çarşaf come together with a Japanese girl with a t-shirt color and the head uncovered: the first goes to pray in the women separate from men, the second wants a souvenir photo. Both are holding a plastic bag containing a pair of Converse. Outside, in the shadow of the six minarets that soar over thousand wonders of the city, a young veiled wife takes pictures of her husband by phone. A few hundred yards away, a vendor of a water pipe breaks Facebook chat to begin bargaining with tourists while on duty on the Asian side, an elderly person complains about the work of the Bosphorus railway tunnel that they will soon connect to the old town Üsküdar.



"Turkey is bordered by the countries and several roads from here to Iran, India and China." Youssef is a region on the border with Bulgaria and runs a clothes shop in Beyoğlu ethnic, trendy studded with bars, restaurants, chain stores and global shopping alternatives. Every so often goes to Goa or Nepal, and return with suitcases full of colorful pants, jackets, raw wool, which knows skirts of curry and incense. "My mother is a good example of what happens in the country: is a fervent Muslim, but tolerates alcohol - says while sipping a hot elma cay, apple tea - He does it for my father in the country where I grew up men drink a lot, but could not. " Yes, alcohol. In Taksim, on Saturday night, it flows freely. A big ask for pints of Efes, the local brew, are mostly very young, sitting at the tables that dot the ups and downs around Istiklal Caddesi, the main course. They are rich liberals and perhaps unconsciously, they have the iPhone and sheepskin boots Ugg Australia brand. They listen to Franz Ferdinand and attend the Peyote or Babylon, true temples of the underground music town. There are so many to want to look for place in their midst, but they become too small as a thermometer to want social whole country.



Viva, sensual, hot. Istanbul swallows who tramples on the streets and you find out right from the gut, with a landscape that is constantly changing, never tell. The bundle of colors is endless: you pick up the Blue Mosque and perhaps not the most returns.