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Friday in the morning a friend of ours died unexpectedly. He had a heart attack in his car on his way to work, nobody else was injured or harmed. The vehicle just stopped, when his heart stopped as well.

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Friday in the morning a friend of ours died unexpectedly. He had a heart attack in his car on his way to work, nobody else was injured or harmed. The vehicle just stopped, when his heart stopped as well.

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy – Ernest Benn

I remember the time when I was still struggling to learn English, and how hard I tried to learn quickly. Back then the people around me didn’t dare to ask me what I wanted to do because they always got the same answer. “Read with me, please.”

I hurt a kid when I was a little girl. I had said some ugly things in anger, and it made me feel bad later that day when I was back at home. The girl had been mean first -that was my excuse- but still I didn’t feel good about it. I shouldn’t have said the things I said.
“And now I pronounce you husband and wife” and from that moment we expect to life happily ever after, because that’s what we aim for. We read it in so many fairy tales when we were young. But then wait a minute, they never get married, the story always ends with a gentle kiss and a long embrace.