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People who possess the power

People who possess the power ..

people can distinguish among these more average, and those who possess some power. Ci - conventionally - "average" is like a white Opel Corsa 1.2 engine. no air conditioning and ABS. They are, pay taxes, they live, but none of their pictures are not hung over the bed itself. Well, I do not think any of sixteen, "I start making money right now I'll buy the Opel Corsa 1.2, and I traveled around Europe. Or start a rally. "In contrast to Renalult Megane, Opel Corsa 1.2 in white, it is common aesthetic emotion, or any other. He just is ...

Those who possess power are also different. Ot know someone with a very good nature, who possesses the intuitive power of driving the other pins in the heart. This pin can be letter mail more frequently (in accordance with the spirit of the time), or some word or look. After such a "sting" over people hypersensitive, and these are not lacking, and the sky closes lilacs lose their smell for weeks.
I also know someone who possesses forth strength training year filling up space, walls, floors, people and air their sick neuroticism. It's like the energy transformer, which ominously humming and no one knows when they hit it off and when it explodes. When that buzzes from the walls of plaster fall. He's humming and from people around the falls enthusiasm and willingness to act .... The desire to live.
But that was not the only dark powers, and their dark energies.
I know someone who possessed the power to inspire. After meeting with him lit up for new ideas and concepts, or sit four weeks on YouTube and scan themed movies. In short, the power can vary. This takes with such and no other education or lack of education. Comes from karma and destiny.

And why am I writing about? Because today on the walk reminded me of my grandmother. The former owner of the estate Goraj, brave and cheerful person. It was many years ago.

grandmother was 75 years old, broke up and turning the head of the femur. She went to the hospital, and as a doctor's wife was treated with a certain esteem.
Hospital - still a communist - he looked like a slaughterhouse with a combination of provincial psychiatric facility. Everywhere, filth, stench and smell of biting into the eyes of lizolu. And it was a time when American films on the doctors in sterile gowns ments with pagers, and near the beds of their patients have become cameras, which did Pim! Pim! Pim!
Even at the mere sight of a hospital in Warsaw, healthy and strong man - a hero in the style of the novel by Jack London - died after a week, and even if it did not die lived on - with hepatitis B, which he contracted there, surely.
surgeon told Grandma what and how, and of the fact that there are two replacement - cheaper than ceramic, which is enough for at least 8 years, and molybdenum - a lot more expensive, which is enough for his long life. Well, but because of their age (75) Grandma will wear this cheaper. That is ceramic.



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So far, I remember mine doctor when Grandma asked him;

Are you an idiot?
This means that you will be out every 8 years kroił to name me something in the hip?
is absurd!
Then he turned to me and said;
wnusiu As you can see, now studios may end up really everyone in the street ...
The row was terrible, and ended up that she said that Grandma wants endoprosthesis, i. .... alone has paid for its operation.

After three days of operation (after three days!) Visited a grandmother in her flat. I expected to find a moaning old woman in a sweaty betach. And let me add that the day I visited Warsaw i was looking for her special holders for people with disabilities. Handles to the bathroom and shower, which is mounted on the walls.
and Grandma took me in a perfectly clean house. Ubrana była w brązową garsonkę i skromną bursztynową biżuterię. Kiedy wszedłem wstała (!) podpierając się drżącą z wysiłku ręką o stół zapytała; „Witaj! Jak się cieszę, że przyjechałeś. Zrobić ci pysznej kawki? Ty tak lubisz kawkę..”
Osłupiałem, bo wtedy właśnie, w momencie olśnienia, zrozumiałem co cechuje takich pełnokrwistych ludzi. Babcia posiadła bowiem moc. Moc życia!
Babcia żyła jeszcze wiele wiele lat, podróżując, i ciesząc się życiem. Czasem tylko, zimą, nosiła elegancką laseczkę. It was cute when he sat on a high stool in a bar full of young people pizza and talked like "Oh! Naples Pizza! Do not eat this, we must try it! Well, coffee for wnusia, because it's my grandson, a handsome right? Well, for me, please tasty Coca Cola "



Grandma went out just as she lived. One day, she said simply: "Folks, I'm already tired of this life." No one has treated this seriously. For us it was eternal. Grandma cleaned the room and walked her to the hospital for simple testing.
I was with her, but she was already thinking on your next trip.

After two days, fully conscious, quietly passed away ...




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Note-airhead, people sleep in the lonely creaking beds.

Recently I can not afford a decent holiday. Time is interspersed with work, training and meetings, important enough that I can not and do not want to swing on it by hand, but also rozwlekłymi so that the whole week was that it may be two days worked solidly from 8 to 21 .. Well, but, well ...
July
And that beautiful, it is intertwined it spontaneous raids on a motorcycle. The way I take a basic set of motorcycle, a basic need in life things such as spare underwear, a little cash, the spark plug (this is the sentiment, because in my motorcycle, nothing breaks), Russian hip-flask with the tincture of the absurd as the Hip-capacity 0 , 8 l! In addition, the so-called Essentials. multitool, mineral water and H4 bulb Phillips X-Treme Power +80%. In my opinion it is this light bulb gives you the most beautiful light. Not as yellow as the old Polonaise, and not unpleasantly blue, but very nice white. This important because in the eyes of a motorcycle tire to be particularly fast.

No but I'm not about light bulbs, but about people. During this pilgrimage I visited the three men - coincidentally - the lonely. Lone scientist in his new apartment, a lonely lady manager and her daughters, and another lady manager - with a cat.
So far - one.

All three horribly lonely, all hungry for sex, all three in the final period of his biological fertility.

Apparently this does not say, as if avoiding the subject, asking about training, about the engine, the technical press and the crisis ... But once gossiped about all possible topics, and even those that apparently President Obama is not a man, but, apparently, is an android which produced the Republicans and Democrats podstawili. And he can not come to the Polish Westerplatte because the network is 220 V and 110 V of the U.S. and Obama would be burned, unless you have a special adapter. But is there?

So even as we descend to absurdities, it's always at the end of the throats of these people brings out a groan of loneliness.
"And you guys / kobitki are bastards ... And now that there is no cool people, and so the wheel ..."

Unfortunately I am a man who all too often confuses directness of the tactless, and curiosity blends me into one of nosiness. So without taboos thoroughly penetrated their apartment, and I noticed one thing in common, common to these three lonely people:

Their bedrooms are frighteningly sexless

and devoid of any magic ..



Mr. scientist; bedroom has two (sic!) CRT televisions, one large and one small. Now it takes care of PIP (Picture In Picture), and two televisions - one on the other - is one PIP for Red Neków. What else is there? Well, wardrobe, cupboard, VHS (sic!) for what? I do not know and do not want to know, powerful energy-efficient lighting in the ceiling, blinds in the windows and lamp, which is to turn off - you have to get up. In a word - an office with 90 years in the chaotic move. There is still an intimate detail - a flashlight. Aha! Well, bed, creaky, uncomfortable squeezed into a corner, so that was easy at night watching TV.



Ms. manager with a cat; floor of his bedroom is used for drying flowers and herbs spread thin layers of gray paper. All this smells of herbs, but in abundance - unpleasantly. In addition, I had the impression that zsikał in these herbs cat. Dopełniało whole bed from Ikea, that's old nasty when it is only hesitantly sat down on the edge of vulgarity, and more were still boxes of furniture from IKEA (but not yet zmontowanymi, there is nobody to turn to, and the cat too stupid ..) lamp - This powerful halogen light with white light - as the hostess said - great for reading! In addition, some books and blinking red cyferkami clock radio ...



Ms. Manager of the Daughters; was in the bedroom wall of cardboard boxes filled with the things young girls - to donate to the poor, TV-screen TVs turned to the wall - for his brother, as soon as autumn arrives to Warsaw, an ironing board + iron + great seeded dryer and comfortable mattress. Well, here, although these girls know where they come from:))



In short, all three, despite verbal assurances about the need for love, partner, sex, intimacy and courageous fellatio, instead of the bedroom - boudoir, were dusty lumber-room with sleeping function, like zapyziałego shed a janitor in a factory.



because there was no bed, a great and convenient and nieskrzypiącego. Or a few mattresses scattered on the floor. There was also incense and oils, or a good CD radio with remote control on hand with a prater would be Barry White. Nor has there been such amenities as adjustable light switch the same remote control from the radio, nor the cabinet with fresh towels for wiping sweaty bodies ... Neither the soft light with a discreet gold / red light that extracts of the female body a new meaning. There does not smell of intimacy ...



Yes it is. You People are lonely by choice, a groan - because it falls out. I sleep in those of its graciarniach, watching television on their existing bed creaking footsteps heedful of the cat on the table, not even assume that someone may appear. Someone who is good, passionate night, wants to drink a morning cup of coffee from the coffee maker and someone who forgot a toothbrush ...





Well, life is an art selection ...

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Maciek neutered, his demon, and long since forgotten jar of jam.

was ten years ago. Together we decided on Saturday to go on a sunny afternoon in Sulejowek polygon. This was because such an unwritten law that there may not be true on weekdays, to spin, but on Saturday the army do not exercise - then slowly. And then there was full of mushroom and tourists. We got so into his car and drove off-road, I-that is, Robert, Paul and Maciek on posture bearded scout. Three guys are not friends, but buddies sharing a real passion for the military, walkie-talkies, and SUVs. We were all in their thirties now, but even at this age that a person has an impression that is ten years younger. Ganialiśmy in an empty training ground, I - that is, Robert Lada Niva, Suzuki Paul a bit rusty and Maciek UAZ-I. It was a beautiful August afternoon. Ganialiśmy the dunes like puppies and discussed the traces after exercise. Most knowledge of the military and I had Maciek chłonęliśmy with Paul's knowledge.

Guys! Guys! Come here! I stood on a knoll in front of us on the pedestal stood bent perforated sheet. Look - I shouted excitedly - to the metal shot from a howitzer! Maciek rectified that not only the howitzer cannon. Well, now I know how it differs from the howitzer cannon.

ran away, and then a Maciek did a very interesting lecture on the cores of uranium (those that Americans use in Iraq). I did not know that a man in uniform with my headphones on, the shoes can suck through the hole with a diameter of 3 cm. What else can?
Oh! Well as it as. A bucket of ketchup shed by such a hole? Sure, no see, yeah! So implode rips people on such a tube and sucks out the crew for the opening. Patience and a touch of didacticism Maciek explained to us. It turned out that Paul has a pizza in the car before yesterday and I was a bottle of mineral water. Paul made us a lecture on tracked vehicles, and I show off before the boys know about military radio communication systems with so-called. spread spectrum. We spent a wonderful afternoon on the dunes.

After three hours we came back from Sulejowek to Warsaw. With that I decided to visit with Paul still on the VHS video of the U.S. transporter Oshkosh .. Well, amazing machine. He breaks in half, but it's not like breaking the Tarpan Honker casually held a series of AK47 - ie two pieces full of corpses.



Oshkosh is designed to "brand" to be efficient in the field. Known-America!

Then the phone rang. Stationary. She called the girl Maciek. She told us that we have a bad influence Macko, and Maciek is not with us any more meet!
I was paralyzed because it was obvious to me that it was a joke. Paul calmed me and lowered his TV. He began to talk to her and she her that: Maciek should spend time with her, for him that we have a bad influence.
Bad Influence (!) Spent time as politely and make an example that as many as surprising. There we went to dog fights at the farm Nieporętem. Nie szlajaliśmy się po szemranych miejscach tylko przykładnie niczym harcerze urządziliśmy sobie prelekcję w terenie przy wodzie mineralnej (sic!) i pizzy. Stwierdziliśmy z Pawłem że ona zwariowała, i dalsza rozmowa nie ma sensu. Zakończyłem więc twardo: Idź się wyśpij kobieto a jak Maciek nie chce się z nami spotykać to niech sam zadzwoni i nam to powie. I wtedy usłyszałem jak ona mówi do niego „powiedz im ty!” i Maciek wydukał do słuchawki: „ NO_TAK_JA_NIE_BĘDĘ_JUŻ_SIĘ_Z_WAMI_SPOTYKAŁ..”

Usiadłem z Pawłem i już nic tego dnia nas nie bawiło. Neither transporter, or a sunny day, or anything.

Mackie has actually never met. But sometimes, just once a year, that's for example, tonight I am reminded of that day. I think about it if they are still together. Whether they are happy. Do you have kids. Do you bought this car about which so much thinking. I'm also thinking about how he now sees the whole situation. Ot an evening figuring out. And the most curious to me where he keeps his Cojones. That means I know where it holds, in the Jam Jar, a jar of his girlfriend gave a deposit for life, a beautiful August of 1989. I wonder is whether after all these years, still wondering where is the jar, and what can be done with their rotten content today ...
So hypothetically of course ....

Ot such thoughts compassionate male ...

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church, four of the faithful and a cemetery near ....

During a business trip I stopped at a small church to focus the mind and if you can call it that - relax spiritually. Good churches are to himself that in May the good energy. The church was a small, intimate even, with the located next to the well-kept cemetery. And all of this beautifully overexposed sun and summer wind chill.

so happened that she was to start a mass. I was glad I stayed. In the meantime, I pointed out that the old mosaic floor was a lot of mistakes in the selection of patterns and colors of mosaic. I wonder whether the effort, inattention, lack of skills or in a hurry? Perhaps the anger? Who knows?



In the church, outside of me were three people. Inferred from their behavior that we all familiar with and even like it. Mass began.

After Mass we all parted. I pointed out that the organ played enthusiastic siblings.
But just as we drove by car to Warsaw, I realized that in addition to the liturgy, and what follows from the rite, the priest did not speak to us from you one word! Neither really not welcomed, I did not smile, nor the end is not goodbye. Ot appeared, he celebrated Mass and without a word disappeared in the depths of the sacristy. I understand that could have a bad day. But we are not talking about haunted sermons during which the faithful are talking with God, are converted, or seeing their sins begin to sob. Mówiimy only the basic standards of human communication ...

And by the way, I wonder what would happen if I just ran this training as a priest carries masses?
Oh, I entered the room without saying a word, and I started without a greeting like this: "the subject of training is to analyze the purchase dissonance among retail and institutional clients," He'd
hour, monotonous, voice niemodulowanym in a way that absolutely niespersonalizowany, and after finishing it - Lord have mercy - the training, without a single word would go out of the room.

What was it then?

know what would happen!

It would be such that it would have on their training to 4 people (including one bit of the case) with a mean age of participants in training - just in the eye 65 years ....



And there is no question of an inappropriate comparison. I just got very, very sad, because I realized that the institutional church (and not the one in our hearts) is such an old, very, very old "company", run by old age, very lonely men.
And this "firm" is becoming less likely to hit the needs of the modern "market" for young people, looking, intelligent and rebellious, however always be people with high communication needs. And some beautiful pilgrimage little change here. Pilgrimages are a kind of "Sunday best" and secretive, stripped of any immediacy of communication style is on a daily basis.


's more or less like I'm now AD 2009 in a campus where everyone has an iPod set up shop selling cassettes magnetofonowymi .... And of course
I complained that the MP3 is like nothing, an invention of Satan is ...

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Smash and Grab

While the London police was playing in the stalking of the climate camp participants, who is due to start on Wednesday, was hit by another loud 'smash and grab'. It would seem that in central London, 14 million inhabitants, which is stretched in each direction for several miles, you can not just knock out the windows and escape from prey. In fact, this is not a very popular sport among young people (and others). Newspapers have not yet ceased to write about the progress in the investigation of stolen jewelry worth 40 million pounds from Bond Street (the attack took place in broad daylight, casual passers-by with pure interest attackers filmed), and already had a pretty spectacular place another attack the jeweler opposite Harrods. Both places are quite mobile and are located in the center of the most prestigious districts (Mayfair and Knightsbridge).
last year, in turn, skuterowy gang made several successful raids on shops with branded bags, escaping each time with a booty worth several thousand pounds. Do not quite understand what a miracle you can get away in broad daylight, police in the city, which is probably the most CCTV cameras on the ground and the average cruising speed of 18km / h (plugs). The police is usually quite helpless, publish portraits of memory or pictures from these cameras sometimes they catch someone, often do not ... A little bit is probably like 18 century London, when it raged on traktach podmiejsckich rogue armed groups. Now they have scooters instead of horses, and sometimes automatic weapons. Oh, and thankfully there is usually no victim ... smash & grab the name is probably obvious, and the dealings can be quite profitable-in the latter case, the attackers have earned 2 million in 39 seconds. This is probably can not boast of any star-trader of the city.

Amazing how under the guise of the global metropolis of London still can hide crime and lawlessness, which we associate with republikamii Banana ...

Turning to the lighter (hotter;) topics opubliowana temperature test, the underground stations. She won the line of 'Central', apparently rightly highlighted in red. The average temperature was higher than the napowierzchni and reached 30 degrees. The study was conducted on platforms, in the subway was definitely warmer. Personally, I met up with higher temperatures, and I think that these results could be a little 'cooled down', ie not to show temperatures higher than 30 degrees - in accordance with the local law is the highest temperature at which cattle can be transported. Well, but as you know, Londyńczk are not cattle, and 35 also endure. And how not to pass out and will reach it. I guess I would feel like cattle, were it not that he is here to please every morning.

I still comforted me a message (the previous is the most optimistic, I know it does not freeze, the sauna is also a healthy person needs a little close sometimes;). I read somewhere that the people of London are the true masters of ogranizowaniu own time, since having one of the longest weeks of work they have time for partying, culture, etc.. Well, it turns out to be untrue. In this first part. London has one of the shortest working week in England, the City is working an average of only 37.3h per week! Gee, perhaps working on the wrong side of City ... There is, to a pension I stayed only about 8,677 days of work, then I'll rest (unless you will extend the retirement age).

Ehhhhhhhh.