Milena Velba Bowling With

grandmothers dedicated

In Italy, do not celebrate May 9. celebrated April 25 - Emancipation Day, and celebrate as a fairly quiet, and then has his own reasons. Italy fascist war was lost, and Italy guerrilla was so pro-communist, that the present government is not terribly want to focus on the merit of communist guerrillas before the country.
but I can not do anything - I begin in early May to review old movies about the war, to call every day of my grandmother and are stuffed of students of military songs (I even blamed the university for ideological propaganda than really make me smile)
But today we celebrate our Italian grandmother (Italian grandfather, too, is no longer in the world). Our grandmother Enrica during the war was quite a girl. All her brothers were in the Resistance, and his grandmother was Enrica they signaller. Lived in a place under the Nazis had occupied Milan, and went into the mountains to the partisans on the bike. I asked her if she was not afraid. Grandmother Enrica is responsible for that not very much - the Germans in Italy is not so very committed atrocities, at least until the last days of the war. with the approach of allied forces become more difficult. just me and the Nazis began to burn, and explode. and even then, my grandmother was worried not for myself but for my father, his brother, but continued with triple energy to do their little girls' case - was worn on a bicycle back and forth with notes. in the last days before the release of the Nazis mined factory where he worked as an engineer her dad. Dad, that is, Our great-grandfather, was inside, along with other workers, and small Enrica raced on his bike in mountains, the guerrillas to call them for help. Grandma managed. her dad was still alive, just like everyone else, and the brothers returned alive. and ... At this point I can not do anything do (again!) I think that all this is not in any comparison with what had to go through Russian women.
so ... so ... Behold! Russian, not Soviet women who have plowed, as my grandmother Lena (grandmother of Mike), stood at the bench and were on duty in hospitals (as my grandmother Ala), digging a trench (as my grandmother, Ira) and worked and fought and survived and gave birth to our parents, and kept in so much love to give it to us, their grandchildren, all of them dedicated to

Something On The Urethral Opening Of My Penis

n_osis @ 2010-05-04T13: 08:00

I rarely time to eat, but when it turns out, and when I dine at home - and pulls me to sit down with a plate for the computer - that's like Learn to read. I simply do. but occasionally gets to me a very serious problem: how to keep your right hand mouse, if the right to be a knife? You can not cut the meat in advance into pieces! Then I spend the auditory training: calm, I tell myself, once you can, and do you no one sees you, and eat in front of a computer just because not someone to chat over lunch. hence decency do not apply. If you had a third hand, you could dig deeper in the nose - the same one you do not sees. Then I shudder, but I understand that picking up has not yet reached, and it comes not soon, but the fact that pre-cut meat, you decide ...
next book, which I will write will be called Pavlov's dogs - so much in me strikes like any of conditioned reflexes, of which half makes no sense. because there is nothing I can not stop I'm going to have a computer? correctly, my grandparents just had no idea what to eat in front of a computer. Here and there is no y I have no reflexes.
went on to persuade their reflexes, and then the meat is completely cool.