…And put it in a machine which will turn it into love and peace, we will have never ending sixties.

But honestly; although I am trying to turn a blind eye on most of the hating posts on certain blogs against any group of people, sometimes I can’t and I read it, all with comments. Read the rest of this entry »

Last night one thing came to my mind; after talking to one of my old ex-schoolmates I didn’t see from graduation I was reflecting some things from my past and this matter just jumped into my head.

In my culture, and as far as I can know from my husband than not only in mine, the divorce rate is unbelievably high compared to past and some people just shake their heads, how this can be possible. Read the rest of this entry »

Yesterday, under the pressure of sun a warm day full of spring breeze and blossoming trees, I decided to go on a walk with Dodo and pick up my husband at the university library (which I didn’t find at all, but anyway..) , which is a pretty long walk from Heaton.

I dressed up from chin (actually head) up to my toes and went.

Since the sun shines here, most of the people, women especially, tend to dress up lightly, you know it, tanktops, shorts, really mini and wide skirts (so when the wind blows their underwear is more than just visible… makes me wonder why this kind of skirt, since a windless day in Newcastle is something like desert without sand). Read the rest of this entry »

That’s question which I meet rarely when it comes to talk between me and some of my old friends, ex-school mates, people I used to meet in Prague. Why?

As it seems to me, most of those people I used to go out with have some kind of obsession with my partner. He is not fair skinned, he is not light haired, he has not blue or green eyes and instead of Czech he produces really strange noises, commonly recognized by people with some basic knowledge as Arabic. Read the rest of this entry »

And here we go again.

Our old known ‘friend’ British Telecommunications send us final bill - from a company specialized in debt collecting. And why all that? Let me rettell this story again, over and over:

When we moved to England in September, we found a flat with a phone line, but not working. As a total newbies in Kingdom, we logically choose the most known and biggest telecommunication company and called them, that we have a line but not working and we might be interested in contract with them - all that because of the broadband we needed. Read the rest of this entry »