Halted in Strolling.
I don’t stroll now. I wait when I could do that. When my bank accounts will work, and maybe I could make anything to become independent. It will be no later than in December. Currently I am almost out of drinks. I had another Red Label and still keep uncorked Mount Hermon Red Galilee. While further process of Johnnie Walker Black Label led to dissipation of colorant. Why manufactures started to include it if it wasn’t before? That doesn’t improve. The world became too much vegetable in the recent years. I want to tell this and other stories of my strolling on the globe.
It was in Brighton in 2004 when I lived in a family. In the end, one its man was going to ride me to a pick-up station. A steering wheel on the right side wasn’t usual for me, and I automatically walked to there. It bewildered the driver–who was in his twenties–when in that intonation he said to me that passenger’s seat on the other side. Maybe it’s a common fact that steering wheel isn’t only in one place in this world, but that man didn’t hear about that.
The studying about Hispanic people in America and the attitude toward them caused me to have concerns. It made to not accept anybody who supports them. I stopped to watch Michael Franzese videos because he opened the Spanish language channel. I’m open to anything from him, but if the respective pandering won’t be there. He speaks and fights about saving America, but committed the vice versa act.
If Hispanic people have mind, Muscovian-speaking mostly don’t. When that nationality stepped on my way walking, I didn’t move out. If anyone wanted to be hit by train, be my guest. I didn’t excuse even a woman (there was no land for gallantry; you shouldn’t give it to these vice females who like to command and accept it for normality, but they have no familia in values, as that comes from Hispanic dames). Once among them was a female who taught me their Muscovian language. There were mentioning of America in our meetings. One time, she said her dislike for their bombing that included destroying Belgrade. As typically for her nation, her mind was one-sided. She had no idea why Yugoslav Wars started and didn’t admit Serbian amoral acts that included ethnic cleanings of nationalities, as one of them was Srebrenica Massacre (ninety percent of war crimes in these conflicts were committed by that nation). Clinton was supposed to hit those fiends in that eastern territory that shot down the balloon with two Americans in 1995. The vengeance still didn’t happen.
I wasn’t supposed to be on a plane of United Airlines when I flew from America to Frankfurt, but I was. Gladly, I didn’t notice political correctness in staff.
Nevertheless, it had the most unauthentic food on the plane from all companies that I used. You don’t expect a good quality there, but it was way worse than usual. The meat and anything else didn’t remind their initial.
The screen in front of me didn’t work properly in my touching it. That was moving in wrong directions. United Airlines is the cheapest in quality a flight company.
I shared the seat with a German man. My origin from them, but I have much uncommon with their character. It is the normality for Germans when body contacts with each other or entering into someone’s space. They are rude with gestures and have an uncouth cuisine that could be good if you’re working out, but these people are supportive and helpful personalities and like the order in things. That person on the other seat moved his hands on the armrest or not, but I touched him back. The helpful side was from him when I wanted to visit, my excuses, the bathroom. The one in front of me had a people line. That gentleman said about checking the other on the back side. I thanked him and went to the small room that was free.
In the future, when I’ll in Germany and visit places that I planned, I would do it by car, but I won’t behind the steering wheel there. That infamous aggressive driving of these people could raise my Viking origins.
I’ve learnt Catalan cuisine before coming to Barcelona. When I was in El Pintor, I saw its dessert Mato in the menu, and said myself that I should take. Amazing to find anything that has no something sweet, as that in a cake.
Being in New York last time, I started to think that I wouldn’t live in this town today though I always longing for it after I leave every time. It didn’t change about you see bums or any peculiar characters. It was part of normality for me many years ago, but I don’t get a delight from that and lack of order in places now. The last mayor election couldn’t but complete that feeling. Reading the social statistics of voters, I noticed obvious that majority among these groups who didn’t vote for this Saddam were people who didn’t finish the college and those whose income was lower nominal 50000 dollars or from the top whose earn more than 250000 dollars. It corroborated my facts. In my strolling, I watch at these workers on transport or any venues, and see their usefulness for society and making things active. I looked at those men with suits and white shirts as slaves while functionality of many of them is needless, as can see they sit on the job and do nothing. Some months ago, I heard in an interview from Sly Stallone–and talks about it a lot with the release of The Steps–that he was an usher in cinema. He confessed that on this bottom job he received the whole knowledge about filmmaking, which he didn’t get in college.
I decided to use Vivaldi as browser because DuckDuckGo could froze and I was forced to wrap and do vice versa to return its live. Alas, both these browsers don’t allow to delete the presence on the sites at all (your story of visited pages there saves). You should close windows In Vivaldi personally because they appear when you enter next time. Firefox never had these shortcomings. Nevertheless, in my planning of potential routes, I discover the things that owners of castles turn their places into unhistorical. Chateau du Haut-Koenigsbourg amazes in its outside inventive design. The look inside disappoints that it was turned into a regular country house of a wealthy man.
The other thing that I try to find in strolling. There should be a picture of me and searching the spirit of Christmas.
