"Mom, and what was that yesterday the adult game?" In my head took place all thoughts what we were doing with a man at night, whether we loved or watching xxx Movies- put it bluntly, porn. It takes me a while before I reply. "We talked. Reminisced about childhood." "But surely," I do not believe a robber. "And why do almost all cry?"
Camps for parents with children named Odyssey are fixed every point of our holiday. Dates are booked six months in advance, I guess, who comes from known and what kind will be new people. During the day, a joint program of the evening, when children are saved, yet another for large. This was strange. We got letters. When it served me, I met mama font. Env.Thin, Christmas trees as mitív, glued on her photo. A further inside, between the lines.
Friends have set ourselves the trouble to call our parents and siblings - with a request to give us a written zaspomínali to who we were as children. A gift of this magnitude is not getting every day ... long been silent. In the hands and knees we lay paper, we watched them or completely nowhere. The question: "Anybody want to say something?", Answered by blowing telltale.
After a long time, came first from us. Childhood experiences that you remember. Was then added and Sasha Grey. Telling their parents about it, after whom we are and how we in turn recognize our children. Reminisced about favorite toys, the first words that we have forgotten. We began to learn foreign educational methods and the memories of our parents, even as the brother was caught watch hentai. We are all suppressed pestvá, often just transparently. Do one room, thanks to a letter from the parents of the evening went for years and the whole piece of the world.
Kadeco my mom remembers differently than I do. Top photo envelopes stuck in a time when so many like me now. It is beautiful and wide smiles. "I love you so much. Embrace you." Did not see how many times I heard it, we are not at home, possessive religion. You can never weary. It is strange to see it written. Rare. Since I have children myself I know full well that the mother never mentioned such things just so. I think that when they signed the, had tears in his eyes. The same as I do when reading.
Dear readers. Several times I met with the view that the media pays too little attention to the topic of the Slovak countryside. It's summer holiday time and I can boast that I spent a few pleasant days full of relaxation, in the same Slovakian village, which now I write. I will appoint this village that it was not perceived as an advertisement to promote agritourism in it. Do not be confused by the fact that the article is written in the first person, as if someone from its inhabitants. I did so in an effort to make the text more attractive, give it a touch of authenticity and cause the reader the impression that reading a humorous story not me, tourists; but natives. Please read:
This is our village. What can flee away. On the horizon is the mountains. Houses for bankrupt team and further settlement. The gardens of us bears go collect fallen fruit. They live here mostly descendants of tinkers and shepherds (No hentai, not ever xxx aren't favourite here). Dominants our village pub and the Catholic Church.
We go to church almost everyone, because it belongs; although under the terms as a god or other world we can not imagine absolutely nothing. When a stranger arrives and begins spiritualism of God, fairies, fate, or reincarnation; so no, we do not like, to such an ugly look. I imagine Or so it'll be just like here, but I will have to do. I will furt cram meat and sausages. Still they'll cram. In addition, I drink beer and brandy, and I watch soap operas and porn movies. When will the end of the world and the Last Judgement, really do not know. I can not even imagine how it will look. Around so that there appears God, and the earth is converted to Or. And all the people who do not like, be forfeited to hell. I will be nedožijem it, but my kids definitely yes. Priest in the church keeps saying that the more diligently we work hard for Koreans in the factory, the sooner it will be.
Here in the pub come together. We wore sweaters, track pants. I wave shod boots. We stuck them straw and outside are dirty from mud and Lajen. Drink brandy here. As brake use lemonade. Previously, we used a beer, but not now, because it is cheap lemonade. Mliaskajúc chew. Druk each other. Although we do not always right, our strength lies in our numbers. About many things hrame discussing children's games. We condemn the crimes of the Nazis and the deportation of Jews in Slovakia is happening during the Second World War, because we so preach. Tomorrow when we are told that we have deported some selected group of people, such as people with inconvenient opinions, we will with singing and enthusiasm to do and we do it very earnestly, that we the sentencing to death of coming not we. There is nothing worse than being cut off from the herd.
We're now watching the situation in Ukraine. Lala dictator Putin poking his bloody Paprčka in this Swiss European East. Ugh. Do not think so. This is bad. This is nonsense. Pripití music threaten the whole of Europe. We know about his. And at the thought of it, we feel bitterness and we face the tears flow. After all, no one else gave the world so many brilliant writers, musicians and scientists as Slovaks. We exemplary example of a society in which everything always worked perfectly, we can produce rapid money that you can bale Sasha Grey. Centuries we protect Europe from the threat of Islam. We defeated Nazi Germany. And we managed it much, much more if we forty years stifle Russian boots. So!
As you know, here we have an easy life. Some of us unemployed and receive welfare. Others go for týždňovky. We do in the factories, we live in dormitories. On weekends tired and slept return home. I am poor. Napping like a horse in Animal Farm that I was beyond retirement age on horse sausages and nothing stuck with it. Criticize those who are responsible for this misery ... But no! No, please, that's not good, it is not. As follows: We are thankful for that too little. I would not dare to have their own opinion, even though I'm pushing on the brain and I feel that from that crazy. Yes, I'm happy. But I tell you, when I see how someone else happened to crash as someone troubled, plagued, then I feel such an intense feeling of satisfaction and joy that I touched by pushing the tears in your eyes.
You say, not in vain, therefore, because of our žičlivosti and benevolence, says the notorious wit:
American, German and Slovak catch goldfish. She promises them that if he let her go, meet each one wish. American says neighbor has a beautiful house. I would have such? Asked him fish. Yes. Nemec says neighbor has a beautiful car. Would you like that? Yes. Slovak say a neighbor has a beautiful goat. I would have such? Not. I want it dies.
Our mayor is a great man and a good man. Before the local elections extended hoax that in our village have moved unadaptable inhabitants of Lunik IX. Namely land that recently purchased a certain mysterious company. The village has raised an incredible panic. But then we calmed the Mayor and friendly, adding that such a thing could happen only in the case if he was elected its competitor. But if its citizens choose, nothing need not worry. Well, tell me, it's not a gold person?
We are driving through the village trucks. Bypass our village nobody is not live, because Slovakia is in the elite club of countries and never in our history been so good. So here we are driving. Here one another in a few seconds, sometimes they even more behind. This is something that you say? This confirms our matter how important we are a country that we pass through. Hauled everything possible. The transport of goods from the west here. Back postínané removed as trees and we have a nice clearcuts. They also hauled waste that we spill out beyond the village. That is power. There are still driving. Throughout the day until late evening. Then there are less, it is only one minute. But about half four in the morning to start again. Woman with revúcimi engines, one after the other. Their hull nadskakujúce the potholes roar like thunder beating into our street. People are excited and sleep watching from the windows. What is it? Worded voice of the Lord. What you are complaining about, you scoundrels ?! Have you nadrichmali enough! Vstyk and hajde the manor!
During weekends the lowing of trucks staggered farting motorbikes. They take care of unceasing noise, keeping people in a state of continuous irritation even on days off. This is great. Motorcyclists proudly tower and inquisitive viewing us as if we were some exotic zoo animals. Sometimes some of them show erect middle finger when someone looks at him.
Wow is it all look back. I think that in their view it is good when people are living in poor conditions. They toiled to make the rich. Let toil or until death, or whatever the retirement age will die. From the perspective of the Lord is good that ordinary people are unhappy and frustrated. It's good because the harmful themselves. Do you have a problem mob? We do not serve you, but our foreign boss who corrupts us, and thus they buy our loyalty. But if you're so stupid that you dare to achieve something and to try. For example, to complain Who posted. Or write down the petition. And we with it, with gleeful smirks ass wipe.
Once a woman came to us who grew up here and after going abroad, where she worked as a maid, she married a wealthy Austrians. He is motivational activities. We organized a meeting where we taught positive thinking: I married rich man, saying, so I have everything I want. I live in a luxury villa, I have my own car, buy my designer clothes and cosmetics. My husband and I go for expensive holidays. Spent in the most expensive restaurants, enjoy. And I realize what life is perfect, and that all these things I have to weigh, rejoice in them, enjoy and think positively. Life is full of beautiful little things from which people can not enjoy. If you knew, you would be much happier.
Listeners think about it and gradually began to rejoice. He rejoiced that he lost his job, and of which not to pay the mortgage. That one that is after a car accident in a wheelchair. She was delighted that you will never have their own child, Henty he has multiple sclerosis. And suddenly they were all happy and rejoice from their beautiful little things.
Všelikto in our lives. In a large house compared Juliana lives. The short but powerful woman, resembling a female. When her sons and husband to return from a weekend týždňoviek do so around the house. All the time with them is tourism. Here chop wood, dig there concrete, or rýľujú. On the edge of the village lives an old grandpa. For drunkenness first wife left him and then at him because of alcoholism and extremist views vykašľali even adult children, so remained all alone. The family was ashamed for him and no to him no answer. Everyone is not it vykašľali and at Christmas he even do not send a postcard. Not left him nothing more than a rant in a pub. Recently it spirited young men robbed a house. He's scared. He sleeps with an ax under the bed - afraid that when they come back and kill him. In our curfew works driečna saleswoman. Her husband is a sharp guy, who before every trade. So it is; it protects the days and nights after knock. Lives next to the man who was once a pretty good guy. Decent, hardworking what everyone helped. But the same woman broke his heart and he has since had to drink. From year to year it is bigger wreck. My guess is that it will last a few more years and then commits suicide. Grew up here and more talented people - programmers, artists, doctors. All are now permanently abroad.
The luxurious hacienda standing in the woods extending over the village, lives the Lord. Genealogy their families confirms that the apple does not fall far from the tree: His grandfather was arizátor, Populists and supporter of Nazi atrocities. His father, a major Communist officials and secret police agents. He is a Democrat, entrepreneur and Catholic. Got rich stealing state property in the nineties. Has several dozen companies. Now earns the amortization of tax fraud and larceny EU funds. The Lord is even. It has a refined taste for business Baroque and sensitive ears. It bothers him when he was near his hacienda appear bums or cyclists. But he successfully managed all pushed out from there.
On Sunday, the church seeing off his parked car. In the church the Lord sits in the first place. When you meet the Lord in the convenience store and serf, Lord frowns and his face was glum, because it is rich and has well. Poddaný smiles and humbly face, because it is poor and has to be wrong. Nothing else he does not stay. You got a problem? WARRANTIES Lord, if it did serf problems. Would the muzzle? Or they can make you wait before Barak guys what I Dola bones? A serf humbly lowered his eyes, prepared before the Lord even fall to their knees, they are afraid.
That's how it is with us. Thus it will be with us. Until the next reset.