Desno stop svetlo trepće. Trebalo bi da vas isključimo iz saobraćaja. Do najbližeg servisa ima nešto____više____od____. Kočenje: samo u slučaju krajnje_____slike.

Citam danas na podsajtu Zivot, kako se procenjuje da na svetu ima oko 8 miliona dece-robova, a najse ih je u Aziji, preko jednog miliona. Strasno me pogodio ceo tekst, ali sam se onda setila nasih malih Roma po ulicama koji prose ili peru stakla za male pare. Za mene je i to ropstvo, posebno s toga sto dobar deo njih roditelji na neki nacin teraju na taj rad ili rade za nekog treceg koji im na kraju uzme najveci deo tog novca. Cak i oni sto i skupljaju staru hartiju ili metale pa prodaju i od tog izdrzavaju sebe ili porodicu su u polozaju roba, jer dete tog uzrasta ne bi cak ni zakonski smelo

Vratih se pre desetak dana iz Dalmacije, i sta da vam kazem... Bese divno kako to samo tamo i moze biti. Bila sam u Kninu kod kuce, ali smo skoro svaki dan isli kolima na more i to svaki dan neka nova plaza. Prvi put sam letovala tako, i mogu vam reci da mi se dopalo. uvec dodjemo lepo svojoj kuci, na svoje krevete, i milina. Doslo nas je i jeftinije plcati samo gorivo nego smestaj u nekom apartmanu. Ipak, necu da vas davim utiscima i opisima krajolika i bojom mora, samo cu reci da je bilo toliko cisto i kristalno prozirno, da nisam mogla da se nauzivam. Kad bi mogla jos koju

Having just undergone a couple of weeks of more or less severe and more or less unappealing stomach flu, I am currently on what is called a Restrictive Diet. This means Boring Food Only.

Oh yes, I mean, IF we are already sick. And IF we get in line early enough. And because only 140,000 doses of the bug are sitting in Serbian vials, by a rough calculation, there is one shot for every 57,142 people.

Speaking at Takovo, celebrating the 2nd Serbian Uprising (where they actually managed a good slap at Ali Pasha, leaving the Ottoman Turks to slowly lose interest and drift home 63 years later), the Deputy Prime Minister said:

We have them because we are, generally speaking, stinking liars and crooks.

I just spent three days and nights billeted at Buvljak, the flea market next to Vero in New Belgrade, and I have come away with the following inventory:  One t-shirt, a plastic box with no apparent function, one cd of dubious and unnamable origin, a bread box, four unassorted pillows, a toilet seat, and a hub cap. None of these items, of course are on my list. And none of the items on my list are checked as being obtained.

We have now drifted into the third year of GFC (that is the Global Financial Crisis and specifically NOT Going For Coffee) and everyone is STILL nay-saying the economy and waxing gloomy about the prospects for this year.

What do you think for this year? Do you see any signs of improvement? Do you think we are out of it? Do you think it will continue? In the questions we should see the answers. The point is that nobody really knows, and everyone seems to be turning to friend, neighbor, family member, and random guy on the street waiting for the light to change to see if the light will really be changing or not.

In the fall, when we gain an hour moving back into normal time, most of us use it to sleep. Either that, or we get up artificially early and say to ourselves that we have a much longer day in which to be Productive! But the change usually happens on Sunday so the extra hour is generally used in idleness...

Chances are that the world will have ended by the time I finish this sentence. No? Ok, I can probably get a few more paragraphs in before the cataclysm and what St. Matthew calls the time of "great tribulation" (clearly a biblical Star Trek reference, indicating how well he could see the future).

The big question must be HOW the world is going to be ended.

As much as the city is being held in the grip of Nature and the adamantine grip of her snow, so do I - after having resisted for several days - feel inexorably pulled into the Snow Trap. I have to write about the snow. I do not WANT to write about the snow! I rebel against its banality in subject matter! I push against its encroaching walls!

Yet here we are....

After washing up on Plymouth Rock in December of 1620, the 102 passengers of the Mayflower set about the task of conquering North America in the name of Puritanism. Religious fanaticism not being sufficient protection against Cold and Hunger, 46 of the original sinners died in the first winter.