Can somebody help me please? The youtube automatic transcription service is not doing the job always good enough. For educational perspectives I tried to break this gig down, but few points still remain quite nebulous (in brackets): https://youtu.be/W5Gp2u4Q3BQ 00:40 frank, sir, he's (at a lunch, he seen any lunch) 01:31 Eh? A pritty poor (Marcus)... 01:34 01:38 Gary, what (did you go)? 01:46 Is your dad proud of you? (the no sense, how's he?). 01:58 that's not as he's (pulling it up this) 2:00 And that's not couse he's (balling it up?) 02:20 not a (wound) necessarily, I wouldn't do the..., 02:23 the full (woldn't) there enough. 03:30 "Alright, (fridge) is two minutes two. Put the sausage down. OK. Off." 03:37 I knew (we're laud) again, they put the clock back a couple of minutes 03:38 to catch the (durasn air) is f$#ing priceless. Eh?

I believe that one cannot deny that all stories about time travelling and time shifting are rather attractive to anyon. I do not remember my first story I met about the people who set off back or forth in time, probably it was the "Time machine" by H.G.Wells, but I am not sure. The remarcable film on this theme, that attracted my imagination in full adventurous rythm and colur, was a Japanese one, called "The Time Shift" if I remember it right. The wide screen pictured he events happened to a contemporary (to our epoch) small army group, which was busy with a big training military game, but suddenly was thrown about five hundred years back into the epoch of Japanese clan wars with samjurais, ninjas and old things and paraphernalia of the Medieval Japan. Our morden armoury at first showed it high efficiency against swords, bows and arrows, but in the end the famous old Martial Arts and the spiritual valour won. Skillful ninjas could have even capture a helicopter flying at a low hight and anihilate the crew. I do not know why, but the fantasy of producers of story tellers about time travelling are mainly based upon wars, weaponry and thrilling adventures. But the advetures and good humour can be found in the three piece French show called "The Corridors of Time" with Jean Reno and Christian Clavier. There are lot of time shiftings back and forth, good humour and the very idea of the show looks funny. Among the Russian films developing this subject of Time, I can name "We're From The Future" with a group of youngsters, who were engaged in "black diggering" had found themselves in the high point of the Second Warld Warat the place of their diggings. They were hunting for war artifacts to sell them at the black market, desided to take a relaxed swim in the nearby lake, and when they had dived out the air looked hot with multiple bullet traces cutting here, there and around... Another film about jumping back in time is... (sorry for now)

Not so a long ago I took to a habit of listening a podcast on the topic about the Second World War. I am not going to give here any advertising and call names, but but only say, that is a podcast created by two chaps, who set off to the net weekly episodes where in a quite professional way they discuss a wide range of events, concerning WW2, invite interesting guests and give detailes which are new or which I have not picked up on so much before. In one of the latest episodes, for instanse, the discussion was about the importanse of Mozambique in the strategic play of games conducted by international world powers. One of the chaps is a professional historian and the other probably a former stand-up performer, greately engulfed with the subject. I believe because of the stand-up performer, who has got used to speaking in a fast non-stop away, they both speak rather rather fast, and they perform it with mild good humour. Sometimes thewords of their speech a harly squeezed together, and only by the modulation of voices and definite emphasis on significant words may give one the main idea of waht is discussed. But I the pitch and the modulation tones and the that is all besides the chance of getting learned something new, which is also rather educative. The other day I was walking along in the nearby park. The day was sunny and warm, the leaves of the trees yet green, but strangely there were not many people around; and for the sake of saving my ears from tiresome headphoses I thought I would not make much harm and disturbance to anyone if I play an episode from the podcast aloud. Of course, not aloud so aloud as a guys carryin a jukebox on his shoulder, but in a discent enough way. And how astonished was I, when after the episode had finished and the familiar final jingle played, a big stout dog which had been leading by, facing me, suddenly declared quite laudly and rather articulately on the same topic, "World! - War! - Two!"

Being confined by the strict margins of 2K dots in a row of writing (which failed my story yesterday), I hope to put my next exercising story in the following way: I believe, that despite all accumulated knowledge about how the Nature works, people always have been looking for ways to circumvent the constraints the very same Nature imposes upon their own life, doing it if not in reality, then but in aspiration. The aspiration assumes a way to fiction and dreams, which pulls out a dreamer from the daily chores of their ordinary life and forms the additional dimension to reality. For not flying off at a tangent, let us cast our look at such phenomenon as Time. It may well not be exaggerated to say that Time possesses qualities marked as direction and duration. In graphics it is usually reflected as a straight vector pointed to the right. The right is the Future, the left is the Past. The vector exists in Space, and it is a foregone conclusion that it has to be linear, or one-dimensional. But what a glamorous perspective could have been unfurled in the perception of the Humanity to imagine the vector of Time becoming a plane pinted plane of Time, i.e. becoming two-dimensional and acieving a new quality. In such case our rutine events could have been unrolled not into one direction, which is uniquely known as the Single Future, but into promiscuously developing Range of Futures, enchansing our game of imagination. Would not that have been a wider opportunity for compiling fiction?

My wife and I have probably become rather addictive to watching TV-serials. Main point in this is to pick a really good interesting one, preferably British or Irish, some German also will do. Quite occasionally I have bumped across a rather good one - Outlander. The story is akin to a fairy tale - time-travelling and all the stuff around it. But can one make a try and give an objection to the fact that all films and serials are fiction - i.e. fairy tales; if they are not the documentary ones. But even chronicles is a fiction too - the way they are written or taken, mostly depends on an author, producer and/or film operator. As it was said in one clever book, the history (or a story telling) depends on our personal perception and contorted reminiscences of things happened in the past and not bein seen now. But off from tangential issues. So, - Outlander. It is a serial about the things happened in Scotland in the year of 1746, or even started in 1743. A Clare, a woman who was a nurse during the WW2, had finally rejoined with her husband Franc, and they went off to Scotland for their second honey moon and for making up again the family and for getting known again each other after a long separation by the war. The place they went to is a town of Inverness, the time is autumn, 1945, just before the day of All Saints. Franc's civilian profession is history - he was just offered a lecturer position at university. But he is also interested in any facts concerned his former ancestor, an English officer, nicknamed Black Jack, who served his duties at Scotland just before the battle of Culloden. That was a battle between the English Protestants and Scottish Catholics, Jacobites, who wanted to put back on the British throne the Stewart dynasty in presense of prince Bonny Charley. Meanwhile, Clare had got interested in a sort of druid rituals being watching a group of women dancing around a some sacred stones in the place called Craig Na Dun...