tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81426914782334255282024-03-19T09:48:59.840-07:00Thundering KarmaStories of a young Girls Lifelenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973538266257995485noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142691478233425528.post-37546686135133294212012-11-30T10:16:00.001-08:002012-11-30T10:16:47.357-08:00Bad Phone Call <br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When the phone rang a few weeks ago I knew this was
going to be bad news. I didn’t even want to answer, something told me not to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But I had to, and so I did. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When I heard the voice of Karma’s vet, I silently
passed the phone on to my mom. I didn’t even want to hear what he had to say.
It couldn’t be good news, he usually e-mails us good findings. And of course,
it was bad news. He told us that Karma is very sick and that it is serious. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">After an hour of crying I started praying. After that
I felt much better, but I knew, the worries would come back with the night. I
didn’t want to sleep, I was too scared of the dreams the dark would leave me
with. So I started looking at old picutres. I ended up looking at pictures of
Karma and cried myself to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">To make a long (& stupid) story short, the next
time the phone rang it was good news! She was already much better and our vet
told us that in a couple of days she will be galopping on the pastures again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">When I heard the good news I cried again (normally I
am not that whiny, haha) and I can’t even describe how good and EASED I felt! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973538266257995485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142691478233425528.post-5576417166218824442012-11-30T09:54:00.003-08:002012-11-30T10:31:40.570-08:00And off she goes!<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Today Cara & I made a huge step forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We went to the park where we met up with the group of
people we usually walk with once or twice a week. There are always about 4 to 8
dogs and it’s a lot of fun to chat with their owners. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Cara has only once been off-leash and this one time
didn’t go too well. For the past couple of weeks she has always been on her
65ft leash. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tonight she was very active, she was running around
crazily, fetching all the sticks I threw and played with the other dogs.
Especially with this one dog, Puppi. When the two dogs ran into the trees in a
zigzag I just let go of the leash. We have practiced this before when she was
about 5ft away from me. I let go of the leash, call her, she comes towards me,
gets a treat and I take the leash again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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other dog ran toward a little steep hill that is placed in the middle of the
park. I called her again but the two dogs were gone. Unfortunately, right
behind the hill is a street. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Scared for Caras life (I already saw her crash into a
car as it was dark already!) I called for her again. The owner of the other dog
also called his dog. Nothing moved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">All of a sudden, on the other end of the hill I saw a
flashing red light, a light like Cara has on her collar. The light grew bigger
and bigger and there she was, galopping towards me, her ears flying. I knelt
down and she ran into my arms and almost threw me on the ground. As we have
trained, she sat down immediately and waited for me to praise her. And I did! I
stuffed a handful of treats into her mouth and hugged her close to my heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The other people told me she was great and when I
asked for how long Cara was gone, they replied ’30 seconds, at most’. It felt
like minutes! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Writing about this still makes me all teary, I always
knew my dog is awesome, but THIS awesome?! How do I deserve her? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that is making me worry though, is her eye condition. On Wednesday we noticed
that her eye is really red and watering. It has gotten better but it’s not all
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lenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973538266257995485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142691478233425528.post-23666639572193103472012-10-16T12:31:00.001-07:002012-10-16T12:31:35.017-07:00Cara scaring us <br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">It has been going well with our new dog. I taught her
how to sit and lie down and she isn’t pulling anuymore while on the leash. She
also knows to come here and we are training her how to wait at the moment.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I had a lot of friends visiting and they all admired
and adored Cara especially when she began pulling those cute looks and staring
at you with her large puppy eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But it has not always been that easy going. There are
days where she ignores me completely and I am calling her name and running
after her like a fool in the park and there are days where she escapes into the
brushwood while on the long leash (20 metres), and gets caught up in there so
that I have to crawl in the dirt on my knees, branches scratching my face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But I still love her. That’s why I was about to cry
when Cara happened to be really sick on Sunday. She had a very bad stomche ache
and was whining all day long. She was fine while I slowly stroked her stomach,
but as soon as I stopped she was wincing and cranking her back.. It hurt seeing
pain in her eyes and the sound of her restless nails clicking the floor made my
ears ache. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She was constantely at my heels and begging me to
sroke and cuddle her. And I just couldn’t say ‘no’ to her pleading eyes so we
spent the whole day on her pillow .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her some tea and on Monday morning she was much better, it still frightened me
though, up to that day I didn’t know how much she means to me already. </span><br />
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lovely ‘eating healthy’ discussions – but the other way round. Usually it’s the
mom telling her child to eat their veggies but with us, it’s different, it’s me
telling my mum to make me some veggies.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That day I decided I had to change my eating habits,
knowing that my mum won’t support me (year for year I was poking in my meals
telling her I’d rather go to bed hungry than eat my peas and now she isn’t
motivated anymore to make us anything healthy) I started to google and stumbled
across this blog written by a young girl who has been eating raw for almost a
year and is feeling great.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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notes and decided eating raw is what I wanted to do! It just felt right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lazy and ate for supper what my mum made and yeasterday we had another of those
earlier mentioned dicussions and my mum told me to eat 100% raw for one whole week and then she’d think
about cooking more vegetables. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">A few weeks ago i had one if these cliche
"dream-come-true"-experiences: my dad finally gave in and allowed me
to have a dog.
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">But my dad always made clear that he doesn't want me
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">I don't know why but when we asked him that night
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">Bewildered with excitement I went to the animal
shelter with my mum and I already saw myself walking out of there with a dog
walking next to me. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">But under these hundreds of dogs there wasn't a single
one, I would have considered calling mine. Most of them had behavioral problems
or didn't get along with other dogs/animals. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">I was so frustrated that I almost gave up. But that's
when my mom found a tiny announcement on the Internet that talked about a
private shelter with a picture of a scared looking dog that reminded me of a
cow. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">Against my will, she asked if the dog could stay at
our house for one day, to see if she fits into our lives. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">She doesn't. But we fell for her. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; line-height: 18pt;">I don't know if it was smart to keep her but I adore
her and I am willing to invest a lot of time into her to make her a well
mannered and well behaving dog. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"><br /><span style="line-height: 18pt;">It's been a little over 3 weeks since she spent her
first night at our house and she is absolutely wonderful. She sits on my lap
and I stroke her and rub her belly for hours, she already knows how to sit, lie
down and walk correctly on the leash. Only 3 weeks ago she pulled me through the
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Today hasn’t been a very good day. I woke up in a very bad mood. On those days, usually, I go to my favorite Starbucks Café, sit in one of the cozy chairs with my Moccha Frappucino, stare out of the window and let my mind spin. Afterwards I normally feel much better.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But when I arrived today, I saw, that all of the coxy chairs were taken. Bad omen! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I ended up sitting in one of the hard, wooden chairs, sipping my Frappucino. There was no window and my mind wouldn’t spin as always. That’s why I left Starbucks in a bad mood. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I paved my way through the mass of people, constantly bumping into someone (or someone into me). I wanted to say sorry but people didn’t even look up, didn’t seem to notice, just kept walking. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I was waiting for the train. The train station was crowded. The air smelled of cigarettes and sweat. Birds everywhere. My train arrived and I squeezed myself through the doors, elbow to elbow with a dozen other people. Quickly I took one of only few available seats. Right before the doors closed an elderly woman made her way into the train, leaning on her cane. All of a sudden everyone else was staring out of the window, pretending to not see the woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Have people always been this rude and ignorant?!<o:p></o:p></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: DE;">I gave her my seat and she smiled at me thankfully. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">People were standing in front of the doors when I had to get out. Somehow nobody heard my "excuse me, please" and nobody moved an inch. I literally had to shove people aside to get out. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">Confused and angry, I went home. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">I walked slowly through the little streets, passing hooting cars with enerved drivers, rude bycicle riders that didn't care to ring their bike bell, walking past unfriendly neighbours that didn't bother to smile back or say something. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">I feel trapped in this busy, fast world with its unfriendly and rude inhabitants. Right now I am wishing for nothing but wide open spaces so I can avoid people that don't bother to say they're sorry after stepping on my toes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;">I want to leave Europe in the fall, get away from the busy life and enjoy some nice days somewhere in the countryside. </span><br />
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</span>lenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973538266257995485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142691478233425528.post-90660903414345263422012-08-11T03:07:00.000-07:002012-08-11T03:07:57.942-07:00Adventures in Germany & Croatia '12<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Going to Germany always feels like coming home. Knowing, that there is someone waiting for us to arrive, always makes me really excited.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I spent the first couple of years of my life in Germany, I grew up surrounded by really nice people with funny accents and ate the most delicious foods, like the Thuringian sausage for supper. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I never noticed how beautiful Germany is and how characteristic most of us Germans are; until we moved.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Now we go back twice a year and we stay with my aunt & her family. We grew up together and she is more to me than just an aunt. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We didn’t really do much that is worth jotting down, it was really hot and we prefered to stay inside the cool house. I went to walk with her dog 3 times a day though, Sally & I took very beautiful, long walks. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And we cooked together every day. 3 women, 1 kitchen, many ideas means a lot of different dishes! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">It always makes me sad when we have to leave again, I love Germany, I love the people living there and I love my aunt & uncle and their children! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We went back home in order to re-pack because only a few days later we left for Croatia.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The drive to Croatia was long, we were stuck in a traffic jam at the border to Croatia for 2.5 hours! Out of boredom I started waving at children in the cars next to us, I made a lot of new friends that day, haha! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We all were so glad when we finally arrived at Porec. Porec is a tiny city at the coast.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We immediatley unpacked and explored the town. It is such a charming place to be! <o:p></o:p></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: DE;">It was a very nice trip, we always had about a hundred degrees and I sure got tan.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">The ground quakes as you gallop. The air quivers as
you whinny. My skin is bestrewn with goose bumps as you breath into my face and
into my hands. My hand shivers to the softness of your fur, to the touch of
your velvet nostrils. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">No one will ever understand why I love you as much as
I do. And that is okay because I don’t have the words to tell them. I fail to
put our relationship into words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">They’ll never know, that a touch of your soft mouth is
as soothing as a mother’s hand’s caress, that sobbing and crying into your mane
is as if softly crying into a pillow at night and that you licking the tears on
my face is as consoling as nothing else in this world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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There wil be more posts about her following soon!</span>lenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973538266257995485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8142691478233425528.post-83829352635222823482012-07-16T06:27:00.003-07:002012-07-16T06:29:24.876-07:00Me<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Well, I thought it was time to write a few words about
me, eventhough there really isn’t much to tell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I always find it very hard to describe myself, I never
seem to find the right words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">But I’ll try.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">First of all, I am no ordinary girl. My whole family
isn’t ordinary, we are different from other families. But different good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Eventhough I haven’t spent much time on this earth
yet, I know a lot about it, I’ve seen a lot of it. More than some people get to
see in their whole life. We travel a lot, go to many different countries. A few
times a year we pack our bags and go some place new. And we move a lot. We are
not nomadic, but we have lived in a few different places. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I have made many, many friends, I wouldn’t want to
miss anymore. As I can always count on them, they can always count on me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Generally, I am a person that gives up a lot for her
beloved ones. I stay up long at night to listen to a sobbing friend on the
phone, I wake up early to accompany a friend to the airport and say goodbye, I
skip a few hours of school to pay a visit to a heart-broken friend that needs
someone to talk to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Still, I am imperfect. I make mistakes, and many of
those, too! But I try to learn from them and give my best to never do them
again. I am a very optimistic person. I’m usually not the one to moan or fuss
about something, if I’m annoyed about something, I do something about it. I open
my mouth and I say what I think. This characteristic caused me to not always
make friends, a lot of people can’t stand to hear the truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">There are a lot of people, special people, that have
made me who I am today, I am very thankful, to have those people in my life,
they made me an original, different, a non-stereo-type. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">They are the ones that tell me to stop dreaming. I am
a dreamer. Usually I dream about what my life would be like if my parents
wouldn’t have made one specific choice.Who I’d be now. But that’s a different story .. you might
get to hear it one day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I think it’s time I stopped talking about myself, I
could go on and on (didn’t I say there was not much to tell? Funny, how there
is, if you take some time to think about it .. ) and would probably bore you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I love the summer. It means so many things to me. It
means children screaming and laughing joyously out loud. It means water
splashing and dripping and wet little feet on the hot ground. It means poofy
hair, dried from the wind. Sparkly eyes, wide smiles, loud laughter, cold and
wet skin, shiny teeth, happy faces everywhere.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Children running aroung licking ice cream, leaving
behind drops of water on the ground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Excited people running yards as soon as the little
melody of the ice cream truck comes close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Everyone is digging into melons, oranges and other
fruit, juice is running from their chins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Fully stuffed cars everywhere, enerved parents behind
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Wind in your hair, hot sun on your skin and time to do
the most important things to you, that is what summer is to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"><b>Traveling</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I hate, how many people I know have never been outside
their country. How they have never experienced different cultures, how they
have never met different people with different views of the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I refer to myself as a very lucky person, my parents
are travellers. Together we travel the world, we fly to the most exotic
countries, talk to their inhabitants, look at the world from their point of
view and let them show us their world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I have met so many amazing people, seen so many
amazing things and ate the most mouth-watering foods in the world. I just can’t
keep myself from sharing my experiences with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I will start off with a little trip to india my family and I took in 2006. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">We took a plane to Dehli, a very large city. We took a
cab to our hotel. It was hot. The cab smelled. It was loud outside. So many
cars! The streets were old, the cab was jumping up and down all the time. There
were too many people sharing one car. I saw one car with 9 people in it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">On the other side of the road I saw many people. Poor
people. Beggars. Sick people. Almost naked grown-ups and children. Limping
people. Injured people. Loneley children. But all of them with a huge smile on
their face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Because of the traffic we didn’t move very fast. I
took my time to watch a little girl, she wasn’t wearing any shoes, she was
dirty, her hair wasn’t combed but she looked very happy while playing with her
friends. She turned to look at me in the cab, at the moment we started driving
again. She had a huge grin on her face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">The hotel was very steril. We didn’t want to stay
there very long so we explored the city. The city it was very modern, lots
of shops and shopping centers, well dressed people, many expats. We went out
for dinner that night. We had very delicious food. I have eaten indian food
before, as it is my favorite type of food, but never real indian food. It was
so good!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">We stayed in Delhi a couple of days, went to museums,
explored the Jami Masjid and went to the Lal Qila.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Then we left for a little village, outside of Delhi.
The sister of a friend of my dad’s lives there and offered us a room to stay in
in her big house. She had her husband pick us up. We squeezed ourselves into
his car, where his two sons and niece where already sitting. The streets where
nothing compared to the ones in Delhi, I must have bumped my head at least 5
times. After about half an hour of driving we finally arrived at the house
where we were staying at. The woman introduced herself as Madhu, she wore a
dark blue sari and showed us our room. It was a tiny but very nice room.
The house was a house of normal size and I was wondering the whole time how 8
people fit unter that roof. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Madhu made amazing food, whenever I had the time, I
helped her. She showed me how to make traditional indian food. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Her husband took us to the plantations every other day, we
helped him with his work out there. Afterwards we got to meet the people from their
village, they were excited about my white skin and my blond-brownish hair. They
couldn’t stop touching and combing it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">At the end of the village there was a very poor
family, they made very beautiful hats and scarves. I couldn’t resist, so I
bought this beautiful golden scarf. The woman who made it was so grateful,
she’d give me a handful of indian cookies and shake my hand every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">Madhu and her family were so nice to us, in return I
showed her how to make some european food, she was amazed by the herb-muffins
I made with her, she has never tasted anything like that before. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">It made me very sad when we left, the people were so
kind to us, they have taught & showed us so much, but I am thankful, I got
to see this part of india, too, not only beautiful Delhi and its mostly rich
people. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';">I hope, that one day I can go back to India, as it is a very special country, whit its cows on the streets, the beautiful saris the women wear and the huge grins you can see everywhere! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I love the heat. I have always loved the heat. While
everyone was looking for some shade to sit in, I was enjoying the sun to the
fullest, trying to caputre evey ray of sunlight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I love the way the heat makes the air flicker, I love
the way the heat smells, I like how every stone and every blade of grass feels
warm to my feet as I step on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But what I love even more, is the reliefing thunder
storm, after a long, hot day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I enjoy sitting on the front porch while the rain
tickles my feet and the lightnings lighten up our whole street. The air smells
of rain, so fresh und prickly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The thunder makes the earth quake. Drops of rain are
falling from the trees onto my shoulders. I love the feeling of raindrops on my
skin, it makes everything feel so real. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: DE;">I am
always looking forward to those long and hot nights. They make me sweat, make
me dream. Make me dream crazy stuff, let my imagination run wild, let me
explore whole new worlds. </span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdsQEYyLNd-oGf1zRJ8qT2rmvKG7N0EtjGUG3BTwq3btYyDtHeJpH88Pesms0igxFvCJQcgVDiyXaV-vFn2Cy8oByvZgo66VlZrD0QwvpdLhVyoYNdXakJapc0UrSFf5hGOXNbvbJJic/s1600/Picture+488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdsQEYyLNd-oGf1zRJ8qT2rmvKG7N0EtjGUG3BTwq3btYyDtHeJpH88Pesms0igxFvCJQcgVDiyXaV-vFn2Cy8oByvZgo66VlZrD0QwvpdLhVyoYNdXakJapc0UrSFf5hGOXNbvbJJic/s320/Picture+488.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: DE;">Taken after a very hot but nice day in nafplio, greece </span></td></tr>
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