My younger god-daughter asked, when she saw my rabbit's hair fur-coat:
What kind of animal was this?
-Rabbit.
-How big was it?
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My elder god-daughter said at the table:
- Take more cucumber, you will be nice green of this!
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My younger god-daughter was three and a half years old, when she banged the table with her fist and called out for wine.
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My elder god-daughter found a snail-horn in the sand.
She took it, but dropped down.
- Snaily, has run away!
My friend, Andrew is living in Florida.We speak to each other in Skype every day.He has a company, he deals with business mediating.He is sometimes millionaire.
He has brought up seven children, two of them are under age yet.
He has an adventurous life. Because of anticommunist opinion he had to emigrate from Hungary in the eighties. He has learnt friendship in the seventies in Budapest, he was among the "old rascals",he belongs to the beat generation.
He loves his friends. - This is very good for me - he would give even his life for them.
Andrew's hearth is warm, he is hardworking, honest.
He comforts, encourages, heartens he says and makes funs:
One time he presented a plastic bat for a man, who used to be in prison because of murder- he had served his sentence - and he killed with a wooden bat.
Andrew gave him a plastic - not to suffer with wooden bat.
Andrew can be very angry.He has saint rages, he is furious with "crazies" who want to let him down.
The stupidity is endless, as we know, Andrew's rages are not useful.
He loves his stomach. He can cook well, he used to have a restaurant.We often discuss his favourite meal's recipes.( Bean soup with foreleg ham,but he loves the Japanese sea fishes too.) He can make a good appetite while we are speaking.
We always discuss what was the lunch.
It is radiating Florida's warm from his words, in the moist, grey winter.
I'm waiting for the afternoon. He comes in Skype:
"I'm here"
Listening to the news this not occurs to people about Hungary. School closings Hospital bed number reductions, high taxes, cordons, rioting , lifting gas price , unemployment, the number of people is decreasing. We have a lot of problems, however there is no seems anything from them in the streets .
Well dressed, smiling people, budding trees, brightly shop-windows. On the people in the streets it is no seems the debt , the troubles about what to do for living, The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the people are smiling.
I have no any deep message with this. Which is our country, the seeming, or the not – seeming? Both.
I am thinking something. It can be , that we, Hungarians are happy against of financial problem. Why not? If the spring is coming…
We have a slogan: “Money does not make you happy.” And we add: “If you have not any.”
Or:” Money is the less….”
Although our being poor, we may have humour.
The sun has gone down, and I was sitting by the computer with questions in my hearth
and I have looked at my favourite browser.
-Tell me why have we born, why do we live in the world?
And the Google accompanied to me.
He had taken me to the Wisdom Hall, where I was walking silently, as I was looking at the names of
Wisdom people It flashed a banner, quick clicking and I was In a job-searching website,
Where was sanding in black queue human power, than a women was jumping to the front, who
had the most ancient profession. "She could be software operator- I thought and closed her.
And I had seen, disasters, wounds, cunami and floods.
- Oh, Google- Is this the life and never has end?
And the Google said:
- Come on, you are freezing, I show you the other side.
And took to Hawaii, I had seen palms, see, and sailor, and I was shown the deep of the see,
corals, polyps, coloured fishes.
And Took me to New York, to Tokio, I have seen them through webcam.
And I could admire film-stars,politicians,evenings,cabaret and all that makes you smile.
Oh, Google, give me only one page, where the buzz is pleasant!
And he gave a side: www.blogspot.com
