Why Yulka's parents forbade her to hang out with me part 2 He stopped and offered us his help. He slightly had hit the watermelon on the concrete and it opened. We greedily ate the watermelon until we were completely stuffed. There was still a watermelon left. The way back home was long... so Yulka decided to put the rest of the watermelon into her school backpack... I knew that on the way back we should ride on the opposite side of the road...so we had stuck to the middle of the highway, just where the separating concrete is... Soon, by the reaction of the drivers which were humming and trying to change the lanes, I realised that its probably was not the right “opposite side” of the road, but it was too late to try to move somewhere else. I knew I was sweating but could I sweat that much that my shirt and my shorts got wet? I looked down and saw that Yulka's backpack (I was caring her on the frame of my bike) was completely wet... The watermelon....I stopped and told her to throw it away. She refused. I told her that otherwise she will have TO WALK home with HER watermelon. She stared at me for a while with her eyes full of tears and finally thrown away, what she succeed to collect from the watermelon inside her backpack. We reached our neighbourhood in the darkness. Yulka's mother was rushing around neighbourhood, she was wearing a bathrobe and caring the belt which was coiled around her wrist. When she saw us, she gave me that look, in which I could read that she wont give me any sweets any more and then she took Yulka by the ear and pulled her home. From this day on, since Yulka was forbidden to hang out with me, every thing we did, we did secretly.

Why Yulka's parents forbidded her to hang out with me As a kid I often came with my mom and her bf to his ostrich farm. It was in Israel, located in the other city but with his Mercedes on the highway, we reached it quite fast. I told my fried Yulka, who was then 8 years old and two years younger than me about ostrich farm, but she just replied: “You lie”. Yulka was my closest friend. I often was at her house and her mom was always feeding me with sweets. Yulka's words probably hurt my ego that day and I decided no matter what to prove her that I'm right. Haven’t had to wait long for the opportunity... The next day I received a present from my mom's bf...a bike (pink bike)...but it was still a bike! I made two sandwiches, took a big bottle of water and waited for Yulka on the way home from school (I myself, haven’t attended school often). “Were going to ostrich farm” I told her when she approached me. “ I should inform my mom first! She replied “ Some things are just too important, to inform moms about them. Come!” She sat on the frame of my bike and we headed towards highway. It was around noon. After we made a second stop and ate our sandwiches, its finally was clear to me that the farm was a bit farther than what I thought... but there was no way back and when Yulka desperately asked me how far it is, I said “We almost there”. Cant say for sure at what time we reached the farm (didn’t have a cellphone back then) but I remember that it was already possible to find a shade (It was June in Israel, which means that in the best case it was 30 degrees). We were exhausted, thirsty and hungry... We rested in the shade of the trees at the farm (farm means few metal. Self-made fences, to make sure that ostriches doesn’t run away...they still did sometimes...). Not far from there was a tent in which the guy way selling watermelons. Behind the tent, on the ground was lying the watermelons which he probably couldn’t sell... good enough for two kids after few hours riding under baking sun with not a single cent in our pockets. We started to choose one but the guy from the tent saw us. He called us with his hoarse voice and gave us a nice watermelon from his tent. We took the watermelon, set on the stairs of bridge which crossed the highway and started to think how can we open this treasure. We tried to bite it and to scratched it but it was not working. There was a guy crossing the bridge that saw us struggling. He stopped TO BE CONTINUED

Ziua mea Salut! Mă numesc Dari. Am nascat îm Rusia şi am creascat îm Israel. Acum trăiesc îm Germania. îmi place să calatoresc, snowboarding şi nou lucrusi să învăt. Voi începe să lucrez îm marş. Voi merge la Copenhagen la design proiect. Acum am fuerte timpe. Ieri am fost snowboarding şi ziua am stat a casa. Am citit o carte în limba germană, am învaţat romaneşte şi acum voi prigati o cina pentru prietena mea. Ea va veni curând de la muncă. Corectaţi, te rog! Merci

Primul mesaj Bună, Mă-cheamă Dari. Eu învăț Romanește pentru vreau înțeleg ce vorbești prietena mea cu ei prieteni și credu este limbă frumosa.

Ein Parabel: Leben und Kaffee Eine Gruppe von Absolven kam ihre Professor zu besuchen. Sie war erfolgrig und jeder hat ein gute kareer gemacht. Gleich lauft der Gesparach uber der Arbeit. Sie alle waren uber ihre Schwerigkeiten und Probleme aus ihres Lebens beschwere. Professor bot ihnen einen Koffee und ging zu den Kuche. Er kam zurück mit dem Tablett an den steht verschidene Taschen. Da war bilige, einfache Taschen, gleich wie sehr tauere Tassen, Tassen auf Gold, Kristal, Forfor, Glass und Papier. Wenn die Absolven hatten die Tassen abgehollen, hat Professor ihnen gesagt: " Jeder von euch hat sich einen tauere Tasse ausgewahlt und niemand nahm die einfache Tasse. Ihr schauen was anderes haben und immer mochtte die beste haben und das ist ihre Problem. Verstehen Ihr, das die Tasse selber macht nicht die Kaffee besser. Was Ihr wirklich mochte ist ein Kaffee und nicht die Tasse. Denk mal: Leben ist ein Koffee und Arbeit, Geld, Stellung in der Geselschaft sind die Tasse. Die Tasse die Man hat, beenflussen nicht ob Qualitat ihres Lebens. Manchmal wenn Mann fokusiert sich auf einen Tasse, vergiss er Koffee zu geniessen. Geniess ihre Kaffee"

Ein Parabel: Taube und Africa Es war einmal ein Frau, die mag Taube zu futtern. Jeder Tag kam sie zu den Park mit dem Scheibe heisses Brot und warft viele teile in den Luft. Eines tages hat es ein Man gesehen. Er komm zu der Frau und er hat gesagt: - Sie futtern hier jeder Tag die Taube mit dem Brot und es gibt viele hungrigt Menschen in Africa... Sie hat antwortet: - Leider kann ich nicht bis Africa wegwerfen...