Monday, October 5, 2009

Hideaway Computer Station

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The days fly past, and daily flights solve any sense of time units that make up that make up the flights on. In seconds, ...

... where one is desperately looking for the Russian term for cinnamon,

... where you warmly shook his hand and immediately pressed a cup of black tea with mare's milk and jam into the hands of a boyfriend,

... in which light flashes the snowy mountain peak between the skyscrapers,


... next few minutes, ...

... but the time in luxury cars with loud disco music and translated by the speed of broad, tree-lined streets lead

... in which one waits and waits and waits for the professor, and then collectively meet the request to leave the University Buildings with no planned teaching and as quietly as possible,

... during which we laugh in the business of the frozen chicken, which we got served up instead of cinnamon on the counter,


... connect Hours, ...

... in which one moves along to turquoise lakes, colorful forests and glaciers,

... fill the one at the bazaar and the bags empty the wallet, can

... where you are sweating silently and beating birch twigs in the sauna,


... accompanied minutes ...

... where one turns his nose and irritated curves under the Smogdecke,

... in which regard the Mitstudentinnen classroom alternately in the mirror, comb your hair and apply mascara,

... enjoy the one before the silver screen the most delicious caramel popcorn , Let


... and line up again seconds ...

... during which they removed with cheese, great difficulty mice from the bedroom,

... where you off in the cafeteria with patience bone and fat from meat and potatoes,

... in which one finally pulls the scent of cinnamon apple cake from the oven.

seconds, minutes and hours in order to add our first month in Almaty and dozens of sequences in a city where every car is potentially a taxi on the streets, the average of a ladies shoe heel height is 8.5 centimeters and where even in a hip-hop old-school party by all Speakers booming the craziest techno sounds. Then, the dance goes on, the flight continues. We will stay on board.

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