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Eye Language

Since I'm not the worlds most physical or passionate guy as the kinks said, and not a high shoot talker I can't tell a sentence without any mistake which makes me silent most of the time. I use the eye it really sometimes work but not always but at least it works with me i can understand the person in front of me through his looks and his way he is moving his eye face and looking at thing . It is fun you have to try it you can have a lot of stories you can make up just from a look.

The Fixer philosophy

Why was the jewish people had all this haters in the old world before the world war 2 in Europe. I had this question for years in my mind. And I found simply that they were the minority and since at these times like the czarina empire or the third reich ruling time and other more were a dictatorship regims so the needed someone or something for the people to get angry and hate but not the government. So the jews are the minority that had presents in the world and have no political or economical power or real effect. That is why they were chosen to be sent to ghettos or get killed and separated from normal life. What brought this up was a movie it was made in the year 1968 called The Fixer. I had this small thought that it might be a message to the Russians and since the jews are people of stories they have always a good reason and a strong story telling everything the way they want . About the movie who finds it watch it. It is a good philosophical kind of a movie. It had this theme of what makes a hero isn't madness it is courage which i can't remember the real words in the movie but it was something like that or so

I just miss

I really have nothing to say but god damn this memory. It is my first time to hate a memory I have even if it is a bad one I never hate it. But last summer it was not just a memory it is something that is graved in my brain and heart. I miss these happy faces I see every day with this nice smile even they don't know you or ever seen you or need anything from you just a smile this is there secret of life as if they will die if they didn't smile in the faces of others. I thought it is something in the water and it was true but not the water only it was in the air in everything. The water is clean the air is fresh green scenes more than the buildings. People don't care who you are from where you are they just treat you as a human and they have to respect you even if they hate you. I miss the lunch time finding people in the market place having a bite having a quick romantic talk with a lover or a normal talk with a friend and small boys and girls sitting in a big group on the stairs smoking there first cigarette in there life and laughing and singing and having fun with there virgin minds and souls they don't know nothing that is going out of there country they don't know the meaning of hate or dictatorship or being treated brutally and don't have the normal rights of being a human. I miss the nights where i used to sit in the window listening to real silents and the low sound of the music coming from the radio smoking and having a drink watching the rain that give this weather this cold chill that was nice a summer breeze. God damn it why can't I have this life or bring this life in here