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(dedicated to all those who currently are freezing in their chambres de bonne).

Raylene Richards Lesby

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women said they perceive their lives as a source of water, which may soon vanish in the sand, Susan Pinker writes (ie at least according Reflex ). Well, I do not know you. Spring seems to me too much action, flows from somewhere to somewhere, and constantly drives somewhere. I feel more like a pond - so huge that I can swim in the middle of a moment, while at the county again, then right, just turn left in the sun, under the willows, but all that it includes water, never, let alone threw malignant sand.

occasionally comes up, but any linear masculine metaphor useful. this example with Aysha. it would fit me just to think about life as a way, because I could so without fear of too much pathos, write the following sentence:

"with people někerými crosses your path just a few moments. for a while experiencing intense penetration and soon after that we go after each his own. such as this with Aysha .

Aysha is such a sad figure. Most of the time facing the front door, smoking. chic wearing a red jacket that fits her very nicely to the black bangs, but certainly not a tragic expression on his face. I know her since September; We talked for the first time a week ago and we are both clear that it neprohodíme stay until the end of next word. But we were a week ago, both tired and alone in vymrzlé glass-paneled lobby feet of white snow. Aysha smoke, I relied upon his elbows on the cold reception desk.
"pretty bracelet," I say.
"thank you," kníkne his thin voice. while quietly smoking and when you think all this conversation is over, turns the wrist: "See here, but I fell one stone. It was such a traditional Turkish eye for good luck. I sought him everywhere in the room, the hallway, in the cafeteria. uklízečkama before I even cried. "
" Oh, shame, "shrugs.
" was a gift from my mom. My sisters and I are the proceedings for good luck. I've never had much luck, you know? and now I had a feeling that this is because the bracelet turns. takovejch in the crowd of things, you know? as when I ran for the bus, so I always shut in their faces. or at the checkout when two fronts, so mine is always stuck. But not just occasionally. all the time. "
out the sun began to go.
" maybe it's because I've already picked all the luck in the big things. Three times I almost died. The first time I was little and I ate some bad chicken. The whole family ate it, but I only I was a little kid, so I had more of a problem. I immediately started to vomit and could not stop and the doctor then we say that we lost an hour later, I would I could not save. then I have one too paralyzed, I was afraid. "
" how? "
" I have combined some pills, you should not be taken together and then I was paralyzed for a day. it starts gradually, you know, suddenly you realize that you can not move the right half-mouth and speak. I went for my dad, but he just laughed at me because I was a kid and I still made him some tricks and crap, so I thought it was a joke. and then my mother came home from work and saw that I had a problem. And the third ... what was the third ... "
turns and follows last white streaks of light. "Yeah. I had to sit on the plane, what fell last year, but at the last moment I had moved a day ticket. So I think that maybe one has only limited Amount of luck and I picked it all before."
"So we go about it?" say after a while without a smile and stands up. still together going back to the lecture, but when you greet the next day for lunch, again just say "hi" and nothing more. Our lines are rozebíhaj to infinity and we're not sorry at all. I'm just afraid of me that my pond all waiting for me when the bus stops almost every front, and essentially freezes when I have a lot of time and cash is just nice.

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vánocema before the Bulgarian had a weak moment. usually it is the femme libérée, emancipated young woman from Eastern Europe who svejch things to let anyone talking. But like all femmes libérées sometimes needs to consult and hear that it is not fat and keep it all they like.
Unfortunately, it chose me.
sat leggy and flexible, with propletenýma končetinama on the floor and fiddled around with a mobile phone. conversational tone, then asked what to do when she wrote that her once, let him fly to Madrid on New Year's Eve, and she seems to € 600 a ticket too. "He wrote me, therefore, that money is not a problem, but that went and bought the ticket, no," she said.
"do you love him?" I asked this question because it is usually expected.
"I!" nablble smiled. "But not so much that I stuck out šestikilo in euros for a ticket just to let me in again stand on the street. "
" and talk about it, "I said, because that kind of board approves a woman and the life." through to today, you call normally ask him about it. "
Bulgarian lifted his eyes from the screen and piped up: "Well, he never calling me. come from work late and the evening's too tired. We have mainly esemeskujeme.
at that moment Bulgarian Studio stretched towards infinity, and suddenly the room was nothing but a blinking his eyes and mine, staring, and among them could be stretched cord. to seven hundred kilometers I heard a metronome the summer. tic So.
"Hey, are you sure no one else does?"

and silence ("Hey, are you sure no one else does?"). and again only her eyes (hey, are you sure no one else does? ") and my eyes and hers slowly filled slzama and somewhere in the distance, twitching her lower lip (" Hey, are you sure nobody does else?). and still silence.
"I'm sorry, I know what I say, I see into it, you surely know best, so I just thought it, but certainly not do it you know!"

eventually she bought a ticket and a romantic trip to the beach at sunset she said, he would like to marry. apparently wants to move to the countryside and settle down. said that she would not have to work, because he will arrange everything. and really wanted children, and watched, she also has already pretty age.
"but they come a little weird?" he says. but I'm learning. shrug and am silent.

silent, even if this week depku. addressing what the future. Unpaid internships have been enough, somewhere in the office hate, but in other places not. are not even the placement ... should prefer to go somewhere for the year to Australia? some traveling, teaching at the German and have fun? or rather Beit while unemployed, swallow it - or even try to get that stupid internship, even if she does not want?
"I do not want to talk about it," I say brutal, because they listen to their problems even from someone else, it does not want me back. so it goes and writes an email that his Dlouhej. to the end that he knew what to do, adding the question: what do you think? answer she comes soon: "Sure! What's the company like? luv u."
"It means that all nečet!" Bulgarian sputtering. "Well you know that?"
understand.
better because we go to the cocktail bar. We have to meet a friend with a friend, neither of which we have never seen before. Bulgarian vohákne Thus, the proper way - heels and skirts, tight shirt and a ton of makeup. "Face check" he cries at the door enthusiastically. just outside the door and takes off his coat before take two steps into the main room, the beauty of it done. just before the long counter The Umbrellas of stops, breath, eye passes staff tables on the floor and make a little turn. "I love the feeling when you walk into a bar and you gather all the male eyes," whispers to me. then with a powerful smile (algae and in turn should lower rise, mouth closed, slightly wrinkled, shoulders back, chest up) step up and I say that is not yet lost.