This morning I caught the first morning AVE. Total morning, then. So first they had not yet set or the coffee or newspapers. While going to dormidito I met a friend and given me super happy. It was Rafael Valencia, professor of Arabic at the University who want a lot. Since I was a student and cloistered Rafa (who agreed with me on the board of the faculty and the teaching committee) has always been a kind mentor. A religious guy, calm, sensible Suup interesting. Of those people with whom you can speak a thousand times and always learn things, not only because five years was cultural attache in Iraq before the war a lot and travels by Muslim countries that exist on itself but as a person . And talking and talking is that man is a bit unbelieving world in general and English institutions in general. Not that he complains about everything but is tired of the tacky and cheesy on many things. And I, hear! In the end the two have reached a conclusion: the only problem is that people do not do a good job. It's that simple. People do other things. basically to promote themselves, and are super few make their decent gigs. No disability, but because they are devoted to it.
is basic but I thinking has emerged as a star of the Magi Christmas ... pliin! and I tol days spinning.
At lunch, have ratified it to me with examples and rumors. They have put a lot of solar panels in a field in the middle of the gardens of Moncloa and pa that night to see what are the ecological are surrounded by powerful floodlights. So powerful that almost all the energy stored at night is spent to keep lit the lamps that illuminate the plates. On Friday in a government office pa there was a meeting to decide whether they support or not to return to nuclear energy (even used to esxcusa some environmentalists are supposed to support the topic.) Someone asked how long it takes to be a central operational. Calculated that twelve years. Problem solved: how to then none will remain in power as better to be against, not to be unpopular. It does not matter whether good or bad pal country (I think it would be bad), what matters is how they affect the popularity. In a Ministry with a friend who is director general has the anger of the century because he refuses to give the Minister a draft law that are thinking, not what happens because in the draft there are things that are not yet safe and are thinking and if you teach it to the Minister immediately it will leak into the press. The boss just wants to be on the cover a couple of days and it does not matter because of that the law can not work out. Uffff .. the idea
panics. Because Rafa and I spoke on the train as if we were not so, but then I started thinking if I do not do my job well ... both of the University such as the Tribe (the abbreviations they do not know if they sound ever cocks or French). Then, thinking about one's work well and how hard it is no great motivation to do perfectom, I thought-on the subway and, of Bosnia, my children Gasinci. Indeed
were kids! Children and refugees. I remember each of them. Dozens (at least) of children who were in my groups, groups that I rode and carried in different refugee camps while still off the war. I remember them all but especially to those of Gasinci. It was tough time for bombs flew over the field (actually it was the Croatian army as an intern, but I heard them do.) Each day came news of fathers and husbands killed or wounded in the forehead. And every night trucks and buses full of former prisoners of war and new refugees. And amid all this build a happy world. I struggled, amid all the obligations in charge of the project, not to neglect my child group. Ever worked on analyzing the character of each problems, hobbies .. to create a cohesive group. And I managed to form a perfect band where no Sanela marginalized or the mad or the autistic Erwin. Every day for half an hour, we talked about our problems sitting on the shop floor. had their fears and their stories. then to toys, we built artifacts, assemble a garden and a puppet theater. A thousand things. When more than one year later, I had to leave the camp a few months they kept playing together, they became real friends.
were my little world within the tiny world that was the field itself. In the evenings Gasinci always had parties. I spent the morning with bills and bureaucracy in coordination meetings. The day I met with volunteers and improvising solutions to any tattered, from cutting trees for firewood to get a bus to go to the movies or taking a family from a store because of the mud and the rats, or repair a photo lab . In the evenings always got a while to sit in the hut of a family friend,
hidden, drinking coffee and talking about life before returning to the maelstrom. And at night there was always a party. Alcohol, music, friends and even girls.
But amid all that my hole, my world darling, mine and was my own group of children. A lot of people remember those years locked in a field surrounded by barbed wire as the best of his life. My kids just remember them, were happy and able to be increased by good people.
We have created a facebook group for people who went through Gasinci. Majda and Hakja open it after the two I found by chance. She was the publisher of the field (starting a volunteer project that I signed up. In fact I named editor to remove power to good Zvonko, who died in 2000 and paid the tomb of all), now a professor . Hakja was in charge of the photo lab that got in our house there. Now is a petroleum engineer. In fact it is in Tunisia and some pictures beautiful there.
So to get to work, chances of life, I come on facebook and suddenly I find that I have added two more children in the field. One is Adis, the younger brother of my friend Denise, who married a Swiss voluntary. It was a bit pimp and urchin and still is. has posted a video that looks like a hooligan football fan. The other is what has made me more excited is Eldin. A blond guy and good child, very quiet. The handsome group. Now it has become ... biker. And Metallica fan. In the photos now appear plump, bearded, tattoos and doing the horns. Still, I have Mandaa super sweet message:
"woah I Could belive to my eyes when i saw u here in Gasinic at face book group, i Doubt you member me, my name is Eldin, and i still Have One of photos from There with you, im gona scan it and send it to ya, damn im very happy cause i find you here. "
I have read and I have started to content. Sometimes you, in life, make things right. It's cool to be proud. A time and YaST, but proud. I guess that's why doing good work itself, to make things that last. I am not George Carlin, who is an idol of the masses, but ma reassured to read that very day. Today I discovered something as basic as how many people do not dedicated to do their work.
is basic but I thinking has emerged as a star of the Magi Christmas ... pliin! and I tol days spinning.
At lunch, have ratified it to me with examples and rumors. They have put a lot of solar panels in a field in the middle of the gardens of Moncloa and pa that night to see what are the ecological are surrounded by powerful floodlights. So powerful that almost all the energy stored at night is spent to keep lit the lamps that illuminate the plates. On Friday in a government office pa there was a meeting to decide whether they support or not to return to nuclear energy (even used to esxcusa some environmentalists are supposed to support the topic.) Someone asked how long it takes to be a central operational. Calculated that twelve years. Problem solved: how to then none will remain in power as better to be against, not to be unpopular. It does not matter whether good or bad pal country (I think it would be bad), what matters is how they affect the popularity. In a Ministry with a friend who is director general has the anger of the century because he refuses to give the Minister a draft law that are thinking, not what happens because in the draft there are things that are not yet safe and are thinking and if you teach it to the Minister immediately it will leak into the press. The boss just wants to be on the cover a couple of days and it does not matter because of that the law can not work out. Uffff .. the idea
panics. Because Rafa and I spoke on the train as if we were not so, but then I started thinking if I do not do my job well ... both of the University such as the Tribe (the abbreviations they do not know if they sound ever cocks or French). Then, thinking about one's work well and how hard it is no great motivation to do perfectom, I thought-on the subway and, of Bosnia, my children Gasinci. Indeed
were kids! Children and refugees. I remember each of them. Dozens (at least) of children who were in my groups, groups that I rode and carried in different refugee camps while still off the war. I remember them all but especially to those of Gasinci. It was tough time for bombs flew over the field (actually it was the Croatian army as an intern, but I heard them do.) Each day came news of fathers and husbands killed or wounded in the forehead. And every night trucks and buses full of former prisoners of war and new refugees. And amid all this build a happy world. I struggled, amid all the obligations in charge of the project, not to neglect my child group. Ever worked on analyzing the character of each problems, hobbies .. to create a cohesive group. And I managed to form a perfect band where no Sanela marginalized or the mad or the autistic Erwin. Every day for half an hour, we talked about our problems sitting on the shop floor. had their fears and their stories. then to toys, we built artifacts, assemble a garden and a puppet theater. A thousand things. When more than one year later, I had to leave the camp a few months they kept playing together, they became real friends.
were my little world within the tiny world that was the field itself. In the evenings Gasinci always had parties. I spent the morning with bills and bureaucracy in coordination meetings. The day I met with volunteers and improvising solutions to any tattered, from cutting trees for firewood to get a bus to go to the movies or taking a family from a store because of the mud and the rats, or repair a photo lab . In the evenings always got a while to sit in the hut of a family friend,
hidden, drinking coffee and talking about life before returning to the maelstrom. And at night there was always a party. Alcohol, music, friends and even girls. But amid all that my hole, my world darling, mine and was my own group of children. A lot of people remember those years locked in a field surrounded by barbed wire as the best of his life. My kids just remember them, were happy and able to be increased by good people.
We have created a facebook group for people who went through Gasinci. Majda and Hakja open it after the two I found by chance. She was the publisher of the field (starting a volunteer project that I signed up. In fact I named editor to remove power to good Zvonko, who died in 2000 and paid the tomb of all), now a professor . Hakja was in charge of the photo lab that got in our house there. Now is a petroleum engineer. In fact it is in Tunisia and some pictures beautiful there.
So to get to work, chances of life, I come on facebook and suddenly I find that I have added two more children in the field. One is Adis, the younger brother of my friend Denise, who married a Swiss voluntary. It was a bit pimp and urchin and still is. has posted a video that looks like a hooligan football fan. The other is what has made me more excited is Eldin. A blond guy and good child, very quiet. The handsome group. Now it has become ... biker. And Metallica fan. In the photos now appear plump, bearded, tattoos and doing the horns. Still, I have Mandaa super sweet message:
"woah I Could belive to my eyes when i saw u here in Gasinic at face book group, i Doubt you member me, my name is Eldin, and i still Have One of photos from There with you, im gona scan it and send it to ya, damn im very happy cause i find you here. "
I have read and I have started to content. Sometimes you, in life, make things right. It's cool to be proud. A time and YaST, but proud. I guess that's why doing good work itself, to make things that last. I am not George Carlin, who is an idol of the masses, but ma reassured to read that very day. Today I discovered something as basic as how many people do not dedicated to do their work.
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