that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Carp Fishing Drawings
November 15 '07: With y.
that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
that efficiency gentlemen efficiency.
the episode and 'already online!
here.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Where To Buy Wrestling Shoes In Toronto
Timor-Leste "The market of Maubisse - November 11, 2007 "
ITALIAN
Sunday, November 11th I went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, a remote village that define and 'little. The road to get there and 'impossible, but a traveler that has' found to pass the' work for told me that it was worth going there.
Instead of parking (not that there 'at all) there are a number of places where tie the horses, because of all the towns, even the most remote of Maubisse, every Sunday flock merchants and buyers.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a very nice experience.
For many more photos', watch this gallery:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIANO
Sunday 11 November i went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, That Is More Than a remote village. The road to get there is impossible, But A traveler who saw the market told me that the market itself is worth it.
Instead of parkings (that are missing) there are a number of places where horses are tied, since from all neighboring villages, (even more remote than Maubisse) every Sunday merchants and buyers move to Maubisse.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a wonderful experience.
For more pictures have a look at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIAN
Sunday, November 11th I went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, a remote village that define and 'little. The road to get there and 'impossible, but a traveler that has' found to pass the' work for told me that it was worth going there.
Instead of parking (not that there 'at all) there are a number of places where tie the horses, because of all the towns, even the most remote of Maubisse, every Sunday flock merchants and buyers.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a very nice experience.
For many more photos', watch this gallery:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
ITALIANO
Sunday 11 November i went to see the weekly market in Maubisse, That Is More Than a remote village. The road to get there is impossible, But A traveler who saw the market told me that the market itself is worth it.
Instead of parkings (that are missing) there are a number of places where horses are tied, since from all neighboring villages, (even more remote than Maubisse) every Sunday merchants and buyers move to Maubisse.
The photos speak for themselves. It was a wonderful experience.
For more pictures have a look at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/lepori.andrea/20071111MaubisseMarketTimorLeste?authkey=vkBVnRRg8m0
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Lichen Planus Vs. Leukoplakia
Timor-Leste" Jaco Island 2,3,4 November 2007 "
The famous bridge of All Saints in 2007 and this year the Lord 'happened to be Thursday and Friday, and for us in Dili so there was work on Saturday and then Sunday. So my kids have asked me if we could make a long bridge, of four days.
overlook the fact that "boys 'is a term a little' sketchy, since the age 'reaches 58 years and the age' and media 'still around 40, give him head,' the bridge. I devised this solution: On Thursday, while working party, and then we holiday for three days in a row, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
And on Friday I left it too, for the famous world-famous island called Jaco, at the extreme east of the island of Timor.
island can not be 'domire and there are houses, although it is big enough. There you go by boat and return the same day. But then I get it.
The group would have been three cars full of people, but in the end, for reasons quite different (and those who 'went to Australia, those in Bali, who in the mountains) we found ourselves to be in a few. Let's go, I am the driver and two Japanese women.
For a distance of about 250 km you can put 6 hours, and we in fact, abiding to the rules, we have the harvest. We have made the supply of water to drink, biscuits, some fruit juice and we left at 11.30 am, 'cause one of the two Japanese had to work. But tell me. . .
Full of oil, and leave the city '.
The journey to get there and 'fearful of boredom, and takes place mostly along the coast, sometimes away from it.
single event may be interesting are the houses of wood, placed on top of the tree trunks, and our driver SPEGA us what they do. They are traditional buildings that are preserved the relics of important families, such as a spear or a sword ancient documents and so on.
The notable aspect is' that We live in a person, usually female, who is chosen by the clan leader after a mysterious inspiration, and is locked them 'above, and equipped with everything needed to live in luxury.
Li 'inside but'.
is constantly supplied with food, clothing, medicines etc.. and she presides over official ceremonies of the family when the elders meet. Can 'get married, have children and everything he wants, but can' set foot on the ground one day a year. Usually the person chosen and 'glad to be there. Usually
.
It tells us, the driver, who in their Canadian family there 'a lady of 60 years, that there is' over since he was 17.
Apart from this stop, not 'success nothing special, and the journey and 'was quietly boring.
the most 'crazy in my eyes and' that the last 50 km of road are multattiera on a stone, maybe two feet wide, there 's another way to reach that place.
arrive in the evening to the lodge where we say we do not expect and it 's all full. Then we say that we had booked and they respond to us that morning had made other people, and the rooms had been mistakenly given to them. The small village
and 'delicious, ten bungalows for most guests' as a great restaurant, and housing for the workers.
just that there's no place for us'.
What to do? Do not you think my lone reader (in the meantime others have given up reading) that you can 'go to sleep somewhere else. There is no 'elsewhere, the place' and that there 's just this sort of village. So kindly suggest we should sleep on the porch used as a restaurant, open on all four sides and a thatched roof over his head. We accept (but vah?) And lead us well for bedding.
Overall, sleep is fine, apart from the fear of any animals, which fortunately have been limited to a terrifying verse all night, but did not show up.
And the next morning, approaching a fisherman to take us in ten-minute boat ride on the spectacular Jaco Island.
The fisherman on the beach that you download and 'completely, but completely deserted, as far as the eye can see. The sand and 'white, and there' s a beautiful transparency.
take place a little 'distant,' cause not 'that we know well, and everyone is thrown into the water.
Sea and 'lukewarm, a real pleasure. I put my fins, mask and start to swim.
The spectacle is breathtaking underwater, a variety 'of different species immense number of colorful fish does not even come close to what I had already' seen elsewhere.
A myriad of electric blue fish is mixed with another herd bright red, and all come together in the branches of the coral in unison when you approach. Then
big fish, small, surface, background, camouflage or bright. There 's all. There
'red coral, which I thought extinct, and the blue, I had seen only in the Philippines before. Towards
time lunch from 11:30 to say then begin to get more boats to unload several other foreigners like us. Overall, about thirty people spread over a kilometer. Well you can be.
I stood beautifully lying on the bank to think about my cases when I hear a scream, coming from the sea, "Oh!" lasting one-tenth of a second and then nothing. I look up and see my driver disappear under water about 30 meters from the shore.
But like a stone, without noise or splashing water, stirring or otherwise. Simply sinks. While all watching wondering what the problem is, in a moment I remember that the demented told me they could not swim, and I launch into the water toward him. Swimming like a madman and in about 20 seconds where it was coming. I dive and I see?
This blessed guy, quite motionless on the sea floor, about 4 meters deep '. In
hand clutching the mask. My mask. I go to retrieve it and
below, remembering the first rule of rescue me say
"Mo 'if it clings to me and try to make me drink, soak a kick on the bottom refer him to me."
and anxious to take his arm more 'next to me. Without reaction begins to rise, drawn by me. I'll take it with the palm of the hand under the chin and put my head above water, amazed by its inertia. I hear him breathing loudly and then immediately, with a little 'cough and calms me. I realize That's when one of the boys and Portuguese 'arrived too. So taking the would-be drowned under the neck and began to swim to shore after maybe a couple of minutes into everything we had arrived. And he said:
"No more 'never again'."
few hours later, at dinner I made for the compliments as had been docile during the rescue, 'cause I had not created any difficulties,' and he, fair soul, told me candidly that it was the fourth time he tried to drowning and someone saved him. A professional bailouts, one might say. But the wrong way.
A couple of hours after the time you agreed to come and take, and we are preparing. Only that the fisherman does not does it 'see it' feel. After a good half hour of waiting we get to ask the other boats (since they were bringing new strangers to make a bonfire 'with adjacent barbeque) and find another Barcarolo who agrees to take us. I blessed my suspicion that I had advised me not to pay that ass on the outward journey.
After the ferry, while off the boat who comes to meet us? That faithless, after not having fulfilled the promise to pay us a resume, he also wanted to be paid for the journey. Bah.
Back at the village, dinner of fish and then read (in the restaurant of course). A further complication and 'a bunch of Australian Carampane (8 or 10 I think) which had taken all the available piles, (known in folklore as I add in passing that their average weight was between 90 and 130 kg) on \u200b\u200bthe second night he wanted to move to stay in the restaurant, carrying their mattresses, in because their rooms had been prey to packs of rats during the previous night. My driver tells me that if they do so 'bring the rats in the restaurant, and I can not tell if she was joking or serious, the fact is that the mice that night I saw them on the beams of the roof, not the previous night.
Then we spend the night in this kind of Wild Bunch, at least we were together.
The next morning we get in the car to return, trying to get to Dili with the day, For security reasons best explained first. Pero ', before leaving that paradise very close to us that there is' a place where there are inscriptions in a cave inscriptions which date back to 30.ooo years ago. And we, of course, we can not lose a parenthesis of the cultural standing, and we decide to make a detour in order.
The manager of the rooms we propose to take with us one of his employees that we can 'take the lead, and not as' easy reach. Then the true sense of the term "readily achievable" and I 'was clear an hour later.
and guidance would be with us and also for the sake of culture, even for $ 10, which will also appear a few, but they are exactly twice the cost of a room for the night.
Cosi 'we get in the car, and after about six miles take a wide path of perhaps five feet, and the machine clearly went so well there. Then we arrive.
One moment, we get to where the machine must stop. The lresto and 'walk.
Well I've always had a certain dislike for the mountains in general and especially for the trek, but the descent into the cave can 'assimilate to what today is called free climbing. Basically we had to go down on the side of a mountain on a path perhaps two kilometers long, narrow, a concrete floor, barely sketched it pointed the way, when there was. Then for was a hundred meters down to jump a meter or a meter and a half, falling on rocks as deeply flawed. The walk was exhausting, we will come down to maybe 200 meters in a humid environment, full of insects, with a sun roasted although they were still nine in the morning. Pero 'what you do for love of knowledge. . .
Came.
Boys show! I state that it was not a cave as I understood, but on the side of a rock wall, outdoors and in sunlight. Some stick man drawn on a wall with red tint, a kind of sunshine and little else. Some of them were barely visible, others were so 'bright as to arouse the least doubt, to be benevolent, which may not were more 'old a few days. But I have no doubt that unreason due to dehydration and the accumulation of lactic acid Finance in the brain.
But the most 'beautiful' was the lifts! One killed breathtaking even for an athlete, and I do not think of it, anyway. most did not end ', every last corner I was under the illusion, but then there was another piece. I wanted to lie down on the floor asking the driver to cancel, but I have not had the courage. Then, a little 'time, his tongue rubbing on the floor, I got to the car.
forgive us in the car and slowly proceed towards Dili. Just enough time to stop for lunch in a country where they put a hotel for tourists and then we left. It 's remarkable that in this sea in some of my friends have seen the crocodiles. At sea! They tell me that those are the river that sometimes stretch into the sea, but must not be a magic trovarseli to swim by, I think.
On the way back we met a procession. It was exactly on the road and no cars went by. We sit patiently in the queue until 'the driver does not face the window and, after looking at the front wheel, said: "We have laundry." What bad luck. But the problem was just boring.
We take away from the queue of cars and he starts to take the tools, unscrew the bolts, but says and that there 'a will not open. I look at him and what I see? It 'a bolt lock, different from the others, you need an adapter. We are looking for in the car but is not found. Take away bags, suitcases, plastic bags, everything in practice, but its not there '.
Then we begin to stop all foreign cars. I mean 'machines with expatriates on board.
Everyone, absolutely everyone that test with his own key to unscrew this bolt. But holy patience, I think, but if your key and 'the same as ours, and ours is' been good to unscrew bolts 5, what makes you' think that you, of exactly the same, unscrew bolt that last?
But obviously part of our brain structures. Furthermore, nobody seemed know the existence of anti unscrewing bolts, with the thefts perhaps we Italians are more 'equipped. How do I know? But no, it 'the driver, it' the 2 Japanese, it 'all those who stopped to help (say forty machines, for a total of 150 people).
Even a Portuguese claimed that this bolt was stripped because 'it was screwed too strong. And I pointed out that we had a thread for each wheel, but he insisted on this belief, it was so new to him the concept of anti-theft bolt.
However, this has allowed me to know the goal 'of expatriates who are in Timor-Leste (I guess the other half' had thought of making the bridge to the west). In fact, stopping all the cars I've met Australians, Portuguese, Nepalese, Filipino, Pakistani, German, New Zealand, France, Japan etc.. All
useless for our purposes, but they are still being made in tips and smile. Many have offered their supply of bottled water (that's worthwhile that we have done).
is beginning to make 4 and we had to pass a certain village before dark, 'cause there was a UN warning to the effect that they' were taking place roadblocks and turbulence in the evening. And our good driver belonged to an ethnic group at war with that of the village, so it was necessary to hurry. But we were stuck there '. We decide to call the capital and send us a racing car, in the true sense of the word. 110 km of stradaccia in practice 2 ½ hours. Party in our help then the owner of the car, which was on the phone said they knew nothing of special bolts.
And I think: the presence of this strange bolt on my car did not know, and I have had this machine for more 'than a month, being able to pierce anywhere in town'. I could see this problem close to home, within reach of help from 30 or 40 people.
But where I go to succeed?
here.
Where "here" I said looking at the total lack of any man-made object, except for the car and the road. In all directions, as far as of an eye, there was nothing but fallow fields, rocks, weeds. It 'a house, it' a fire in the distance, it 'people. Nothing.
The minutes passed very slowly, without having anything to do with a warm and relative humidity 'worthy of a turkish bath, including a call to the unsuspecting spouse, telling stories of feline burials, and further attempts to find this adapter in any other machine.
was beginning to get dark and the cars stopped running to Dili little happy, 'cause every minute lost was an increase in the odds' to catch a stray rock or find a checkpoint.
After two and a half hours right, and here appears the manager of the company 'that rent machines by a mechanic in tow. In a jiffy, in fact, predictions that the bolt and 'different from others and hammer us slips a key measure of arrogance more' normal small bolts, just to be able to catch that infamous bullonaccio and back off. Change the wheel and we put ourselves in the car. Dark at that time.
On the way back we find the procession, which now had 4 or 5 km route. Everybody in the street, and dozens of machines such as our expectations, taking a walking pace. Another hour of torture, I learned the rosary in Tetun. And then we have passed.
The other car, one of the managers we lose it almost immediately, I do not know if We have passed or are left behind. Run, run to come to Dili and dangerous country, Metinaro. And 'now darkness and fear that someone will stop with the obstacles in the road. If they take my driver, the hospital ends up being lucky (used here as well, 'he told me that in Dili he does the same thing, in reverse).
There 's a lot of people on the street and a man of perhaps 50 years, with a beautiful stone in hand, beckons us to slow down, then looks inside and tells us to go. Pfui
this and also 'done. This driver and 'fairly lucky, I see.
After half an hour back to the hotel and everyone retires to his quarters.
the whole three days pregnant. 
The famous bridge of All Saints in 2007 and this year the Lord 'happened to be Thursday and Friday, and for us in Dili so there was work on Saturday and then Sunday. So my kids have asked me if we could make a long bridge, of four days.
overlook the fact that "boys 'is a term a little' sketchy, since the age 'reaches 58 years and the age' and media 'still around 40, give him head,' the bridge. I devised this solution: On Thursday, while working party, and then we holiday for three days in a row, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
And on Friday I left it too, for the famous world-famous island called Jaco, at the extreme east of the island of Timor.
island can not be 'domire and there are houses, although it is big enough. There you go by boat and return the same day. But then I get it.
The group would have been three cars full of people, but in the end, for reasons quite different (and those who 'went to Australia, those in Bali, who in the mountains) we found ourselves to be in a few. Let's go, I am the driver and two Japanese women.
For a distance of about 250 km you can put 6 hours, and we in fact, abiding to the rules, we have the harvest. We have made the supply of water to drink, biscuits, some fruit juice and we left at 11.30 am, 'cause one of the two Japanese had to work. But tell me. . .
Full of oil, and leave the city '.
The journey to get there and 'fearful of boredom, and takes place mostly along the coast, sometimes away from it.
single event may be interesting are the houses of wood, placed on top of the tree trunks, and our driver SPEGA us what they do. They are traditional buildings that are preserved the relics of important families, such as a spear or a sword ancient documents and so on.
The notable aspect is' that We live in a person, usually female, who is chosen by the clan leader after a mysterious inspiration, and is locked them 'above, and equipped with everything needed to live in luxury.
Li 'inside but'.
is constantly supplied with food, clothing, medicines etc.. and she presides over official ceremonies of the family when the elders meet. Can 'get married, have children and everything he wants, but can' set foot on the ground one day a year. Usually the person chosen and 'glad to be there. Usually
.
It tells us, the driver, who in their Canadian family there 'a lady of 60 years, that there is' over since he was 17.
Apart from this stop, not 'success nothing special, and the journey and 'was quietly boring.
the most 'crazy in my eyes and' that the last 50 km of road are multattiera on a stone, maybe two feet wide, there 's another way to reach that place.
That 's the road to Tutuala, and it' s so for 50 km!
arrive in the evening to the lodge where we say we do not expect and it 's all full. Then we say that we had booked and they respond to us that morning had made other people, and the rooms had been mistakenly given to them. The small village
and 'delicious, ten bungalows for most guests' as a great restaurant, and housing for the workers.
just that there's no place for us'.
What to do? Do not you think my lone reader (in the meantime others have given up reading) that you can 'go to sleep somewhere else. There is no 'elsewhere, the place' and that there 's just this sort of village. So kindly suggest we should sleep on the porch used as a restaurant, open on all four sides and a thatched roof over his head. We accept (but vah?) And lead us well for bedding.
Overall, sleep is fine, apart from the fear of any animals, which fortunately have been limited to a terrifying verse all night, but did not show up.
And the next morning, approaching a fisherman to take us in ten-minute boat ride on the spectacular Jaco Island.
That 's the view from the beach of Jaco Island. Unfortunately, and 'was taken away that quini there are people on the beach, when there were not arrive.
The fisherman on the beach that you download and 'completely, but completely deserted, as far as the eye can see. The sand and 'white, and there' s a beautiful transparency.
take place a little 'distant,' cause not 'that we know well, and everyone is thrown into the water.
Sea and 'lukewarm, a real pleasure. I put my fins, mask and start to swim.
The spectacle is breathtaking underwater, a variety 'of different species immense number of colorful fish does not even come close to what I had already' seen elsewhere.
A myriad of electric blue fish is mixed with another herd bright red, and all come together in the branches of the coral in unison when you approach. Then
big fish, small, surface, background, camouflage or bright. There 's all. There
'red coral, which I thought extinct, and the blue, I had seen only in the Philippines before. Towards
time lunch from 11:30 to say then begin to get more boats to unload several other foreigners like us. Overall, about thirty people spread over a kilometer. Well you can be.
I stood beautifully lying on the bank to think about my cases when I hear a scream, coming from the sea, "Oh!" lasting one-tenth of a second and then nothing. I look up and see my driver disappear under water about 30 meters from the shore.
But like a stone, without noise or splashing water, stirring or otherwise. Simply sinks. While all watching wondering what the problem is, in a moment I remember that the demented told me they could not swim, and I launch into the water toward him. Swimming like a madman and in about 20 seconds where it was coming. I dive and I see?
This blessed guy, quite motionless on the sea floor, about 4 meters deep '. In
hand clutching the mask. My mask. I go to retrieve it and
below, remembering the first rule of rescue me say
"Mo 'if it clings to me and try to make me drink, soak a kick on the bottom refer him to me."
and anxious to take his arm more 'next to me. Without reaction begins to rise, drawn by me. I'll take it with the palm of the hand under the chin and put my head above water, amazed by its inertia. I hear him breathing loudly and then immediately, with a little 'cough and calms me. I realize That's when one of the boys and Portuguese 'arrived too. So taking the would-be drowned under the neck and began to swim to shore after maybe a couple of minutes into everything we had arrived. And he said:
"No more 'never again'."
few hours later, at dinner I made for the compliments as had been docile during the rescue, 'cause I had not created any difficulties,' and he, fair soul, told me candidly that it was the fourth time he tried to drowning and someone saved him. A professional bailouts, one might say. But the wrong way.
A couple of hours after the time you agreed to come and take, and we are preparing. Only that the fisherman does not does it 'see it' feel. After a good half hour of waiting we get to ask the other boats (since they were bringing new strangers to make a bonfire 'with adjacent barbeque) and find another Barcarolo who agrees to take us. I blessed my suspicion that I had advised me not to pay that ass on the outward journey.
After the ferry, while off the boat who comes to meet us? That faithless, after not having fulfilled the promise to pay us a resume, he also wanted to be paid for the journey. Bah.
Back at the village, dinner of fish and then read (in the restaurant of course). A further complication and 'a bunch of Australian Carampane (8 or 10 I think) which had taken all the available piles, (known in folklore as I add in passing that their average weight was between 90 and 130 kg) on \u200b\u200bthe second night he wanted to move to stay in the restaurant, carrying their mattresses, in because their rooms had been prey to packs of rats during the previous night. My driver tells me that if they do so 'bring the rats in the restaurant, and I can not tell if she was joking or serious, the fact is that the mice that night I saw them on the beams of the roof, not the previous night.
Then we spend the night in this kind of Wild Bunch, at least we were together.
The next morning we get in the car to return, trying to get to Dili with the day, For security reasons best explained first. Pero ', before leaving that paradise very close to us that there is' a place where there are inscriptions in a cave inscriptions which date back to 30.ooo years ago. And we, of course, we can not lose a parenthesis of the cultural standing, and we decide to make a detour in order.
The manager of the rooms we propose to take with us one of his employees that we can 'take the lead, and not as' easy reach. Then the true sense of the term "readily achievable" and I 'was clear an hour later.
and guidance would be with us and also for the sake of culture, even for $ 10, which will also appear a few, but they are exactly twice the cost of a room for the night.
Cosi 'we get in the car, and after about six miles take a wide path of perhaps five feet, and the machine clearly went so well there. Then we arrive.
One moment, we get to where the machine must stop. The lresto and 'walk.
Well I've always had a certain dislike for the mountains in general and especially for the trek, but the descent into the cave can 'assimilate to what today is called free climbing. Basically we had to go down on the side of a mountain on a path perhaps two kilometers long, narrow, a concrete floor, barely sketched it pointed the way, when there was. Then for was a hundred meters down to jump a meter or a meter and a half, falling on rocks as deeply flawed. The walk was exhausting, we will come down to maybe 200 meters in a humid environment, full of insects, with a sun roasted although they were still nine in the morning. Pero 'what you do for love of knowledge. . .
Came.
Boys show! I state that it was not a cave as I understood, but on the side of a rock wall, outdoors and in sunlight. Some stick man drawn on a wall with red tint, a kind of sunshine and little else. Some of them were barely visible, others were so 'bright as to arouse the least doubt, to be benevolent, which may not were more 'old a few days. But I have no doubt that unreason due to dehydration and the accumulation of lactic acid Finance in the brain.
But the most 'beautiful' was the lifts! One killed breathtaking even for an athlete, and I do not think of it, anyway. most did not end ', every last corner I was under the illusion, but then there was another piece. I wanted to lie down on the floor asking the driver to cancel, but I have not had the courage. Then, a little 'time, his tongue rubbing on the floor, I got to the car.
forgive us in the car and slowly proceed towards Dili. Just enough time to stop for lunch in a country where they put a hotel for tourists and then we left. It 's remarkable that in this sea in some of my friends have seen the crocodiles. At sea! They tell me that those are the river that sometimes stretch into the sea, but must not be a magic trovarseli to swim by, I think.
On the way back we met a procession. It was exactly on the road and no cars went by. We sit patiently in the queue until 'the driver does not face the window and, after looking at the front wheel, said: "We have laundry." What bad luck. But the problem was just boring.
We take away from the queue of cars and he starts to take the tools, unscrew the bolts, but says and that there 'a will not open. I look at him and what I see? It 'a bolt lock, different from the others, you need an adapter. We are looking for in the car but is not found. Take away bags, suitcases, plastic bags, everything in practice, but its not there '.
Then we begin to stop all foreign cars. I mean 'machines with expatriates on board.
Everyone, absolutely everyone that test with his own key to unscrew this bolt. But holy patience, I think, but if your key and 'the same as ours, and ours is' been good to unscrew bolts 5, what makes you' think that you, of exactly the same, unscrew bolt that last?
But obviously part of our brain structures. Furthermore, nobody seemed know the existence of anti unscrewing bolts, with the thefts perhaps we Italians are more 'equipped. How do I know? But no, it 'the driver, it' the 2 Japanese, it 'all those who stopped to help (say forty machines, for a total of 150 people).
Even a Portuguese claimed that this bolt was stripped because 'it was screwed too strong. And I pointed out that we had a thread for each wheel, but he insisted on this belief, it was so new to him the concept of anti-theft bolt.
However, this has allowed me to know the goal 'of expatriates who are in Timor-Leste (I guess the other half' had thought of making the bridge to the west). In fact, stopping all the cars I've met Australians, Portuguese, Nepalese, Filipino, Pakistani, German, New Zealand, France, Japan etc.. All
useless for our purposes, but they are still being made in tips and smile. Many have offered their supply of bottled water (that's worthwhile that we have done).
is beginning to make 4 and we had to pass a certain village before dark, 'cause there was a UN warning to the effect that they' were taking place roadblocks and turbulence in the evening. And our good driver belonged to an ethnic group at war with that of the village, so it was necessary to hurry. But we were stuck there '. We decide to call the capital and send us a racing car, in the true sense of the word. 110 km of stradaccia in practice 2 ½ hours. Party in our help then the owner of the car, which was on the phone said they knew nothing of special bolts.
And I think: the presence of this strange bolt on my car did not know, and I have had this machine for more 'than a month, being able to pierce anywhere in town'. I could see this problem close to home, within reach of help from 30 or 40 people.
But where I go to succeed?
here.
Where "here" I said looking at the total lack of any man-made object, except for the car and the road. In all directions, as far as of an eye, there was nothing but fallow fields, rocks, weeds. It 'a house, it' a fire in the distance, it 'people. Nothing.
The minutes passed very slowly, without having anything to do with a warm and relative humidity 'worthy of a turkish bath, including a call to the unsuspecting spouse, telling stories of feline burials, and further attempts to find this adapter in any other machine.
was beginning to get dark and the cars stopped running to Dili little happy, 'cause every minute lost was an increase in the odds' to catch a stray rock or find a checkpoint.
After two and a half hours right, and here appears the manager of the company 'that rent machines by a mechanic in tow. In a jiffy, in fact, predictions that the bolt and 'different from others and hammer us slips a key measure of arrogance more' normal small bolts, just to be able to catch that infamous bullonaccio and back off. Change the wheel and we put ourselves in the car. Dark at that time.
On the way back we find the procession, which now had 4 or 5 km route. Everybody in the street, and dozens of machines such as our expectations, taking a walking pace. Another hour of torture, I learned the rosary in Tetun. And then we have passed.
The other car, one of the managers we lose it almost immediately, I do not know if We have passed or are left behind. Run, run to come to Dili and dangerous country, Metinaro. And 'now darkness and fear that someone will stop with the obstacles in the road. If they take my driver, the hospital ends up being lucky (used here as well, 'he told me that in Dili he does the same thing, in reverse).
There 's a lot of people on the street and a man of perhaps 50 years, with a beautiful stone in hand, beckons us to slow down, then looks inside and tells us to go. Pfui
this and also 'done. This driver and 'fairly lucky, I see.
After half an hour back to the hotel and everyone retires to his quarters.
the whole three days pregnant.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Women In Stockings And Girdles
Timor-Leste" The visit to Oecussi - October 2007 ">> ENG> ENG
ITALIAN (see below for Inglese)
Among the roads that I have to deal, there are two in a region of Timor-Leste called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. Pero 'Oecussi and' a region a bit 'particular,' an enclave within Indonesia, as it will remember my four readers (quote product) and the island of Timor ' divided into two parts of similar size (this 'another quotation, entirely unintentional, and I noticed a couple of days after writing it, however, more' difficult of the altar ra), the west and ' Indonesia, the East and 'the Democratic Republic of Timor-Leste. Then there 'the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrives in the morning at 6. The ferry has room only for the passage of some nte, as they say that for Tirrenia, and the cabins are for the crew. But since 'all over the world' country, the 10 sailors of the ship rent their berths to $ 40 per trip. In addition to the ordinary and travel 15 to 150 for the machine. I embarked Monday 22 and took possession of my bunk, on average clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which must remain locked up otherwise ordinary passengers use it too, and while 'the crew and guests of luxury. Clearly all of the hundreds of people on board along with chickens, goats and cows, not 'passengers that are in theaters, but spread to all the vacancies of the ship, including the cabin corridors. It happens so that if you go to the bathroom you have to exit the car and climb over dozens of people huddled on the floor, children, elderly, all with bra CCIA and legs are not easily identifiable through the covers, and then to pass must be very careful not to wake the entire corridor to the screams of that to which you've squeezed a hand. Worse and 'Forward to a colleague of mine who had to deal, among other passengers, with a prostitute who was in lying in the hallway surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a line of men ready to benefit from it , as soon as he left the customer duty.
Arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is not a port. Only one species of stone ramp that ends in the sea. I ask my loyal aides: "Oecussi but where?" and tell me "But we are Oecussi" repress slap then I'm going to give that and repeat it with a smile "I know that we are in Oecussi, but the city where it is?" I respond "Oecussi and 'a region not a city, however the capital and' this'. then I respect around, looking for some detail that I missed and was certainly known only a beach, the people that animals dragged off the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far apart. Obviously the word "case" must be understood Latu sensu. Be 'out in search of avenues to investigate, with all the tools necessary. The road 'along the beach. after several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at your destination and do the findings of the case. When one thinks of the beach, maybe you figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia. Here and 'tens of kilometers long beach with very few very small houses, scattered over a vast territory. It reminds me a bit 'on the beaches of Oman, but the difference' here and 'green, there are trees, lawns and plants. And a beach of broken coral and sand. Overcome some rivers nearly dry, and the show 'awesome.
Then go on to its second annual road, and 'very far away. not in terms of distance, since they are only 80 miles but time. The road to get there in practice. It 'a path to the mountains when approaching from the sea, crosses the same river five times, the river bed, of course. Mica there are no bridges or anything like that. then continues in the bed of the river for six miles, where water and 'little, but' full of large stones that are a torture for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in the dry areas, there are business to shade made of straw, as big as un'ombrellone by sea, but much, much more 'spartan, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? Pietroni take the river, split them with a hammer (a hammer, not like American movies in which the clubs are forced to maybe 5 pounds), selecting them for size and make piles, waiting for someone to walk with a pickup truck and buy them. arrived at the foot of the mountains the trail becomes narrow about 3 feet and leans on the side of the hills, with a side full of debris of recent landslides, the other half collapsed into the valley. All the way and 'a zigzag to avoid obstacles or pits that lead to downstream its paths, with the terror on my part that on our heads fall off a new landslide just as we are we. arrive in view of our street, a few meters from the Indonesian border. So I ask: "Where 'the border?" And I respond, pointing to one direction. Then I look at the tops of the mountains and I guess the border is on the crest of the mountains, but my companions and I understand the misunderstanding say "No, this here." And show me a sheep track on which Bee had problems with three wheels to pass, that at a distance of 50 meters from me, led to a thatched roof, the size of the small newsstand, under which was a guy, probably involved control of the transits.
That 's the border. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, you can see through the thatched roof of the border post.
Bah. We start our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain, crossed homes, cabins, and 3 meters of the road 'caved in many places. How are we going to put a 7 meters wide is a mystery to me. The setting and 'film. there is no 'trace of technology, it' of modern technology. The fences are made of interwoven branches, the roofs are thatched and mud houses. The stairs of stone ordered. I guess that was so pre-history '.
Here too, we reach the end of our street and we walk softly (by car) to return. Gia 'return is supposed to take the same ship, which has now' left in the "port", which starts at 19 and arrived in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we were crossing the river of stones, we meet our other car that was parked and was collecting rock samples. One of them, run towards us and says: "They called from the ship, run to the port 'is coming low tide, and the ship must move away from the coast "to scapicollarci And so on those streets so safe, full callara in an effort to arrive on time. Run Run Run, we finally reach the sea and find? The ferry was in middle of the sea. He had gone without much ado. and we arrived at the office of the port (but really, I insist that words must be understood and the port office of the context) we ask that we can do, also because 'the alternative 'wait until Friday night, and it was only Tuesday afternoon! We were told to wait,' cause maybe the tide would be raised before 19 and then the ferry would be back to shore. Meanwhile arrives the second machine, a bite to eat in the only restaurant of the place, and here also apply the above recommendations on the significance of any terms, and we put al'ombra patiently waiting for this blessed tub back to shore. Are 14.
When he is 18, people begin to amassing on the slide from which you enter the ferry, and we put ourselves in line with one of the two machines. After about one hour the ship comes in and lowers the bridge. What a mess, Christians, goats, chickens and machines, each pushing to enter, not even give it to me candy, on the ship. Anyways, 'in the final climb on the ferry, Place the machine and off we go. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the other car and its occupants had to go back, they call us saying that people will be able to embark, but not the machine, since the ship and 'route that brings you down from where you normally enter. Passengers will be taken up by the stairs, the car left them '. The ship 'was subsequently shipped to Indonesia for three weeks and the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be' totally isolated.
recommend watching this short excerpt of the video shot in Oecussi.
Oecussi1.wmv
ENGLISH
Among the roads that I have to carry out two of them are in a region of Timor-Leste, which is called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. But Oecussi is a region a little particular, it is un'enclave within Indonesia, as in fact remember my four readers (learned quote) the island of Timor is divided into two parts similar magnitude ( this is another learned quote, completely unintentional, and I have noticed a couple of days after writing, however this one is more difficult than the other one), the west is Indonesia, the east is the Democratic Republica de Timor-Leste. Then there is the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there we need to take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrive in the morning at 6. The ferry has only places for bridge, as they say those of Tirrena, and the booths are intended to manning. The 10 sailors of the ship rent their bunks to 40 dollars per trip. that are added to 15 of the ordinary travel and 150 for the car. I embarked Monday 22 and I took possession of my booth, averagely clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which should be kept locked otherwise it may be used by ordinary passengers, but is for the crew and special guests only.
Clearly all the hundreds of people loaded with chickens, goats and cows are supposed to remain in the halls, but spread on all vacancies of the ship, including the cabins corridors etc.If you need then to go to bathroom, you need to exit the booth and override dozens of people stacked on the floor, children, elderly, all arms and legs with no easily identifiable through the covers, and therefore must pay great care not to rouse all the sleeping people due to the screams of the one whose hand you have stepped on.
It was worse for a colleague of mine, who had to confront, among other passengers, with a prostitute who exercised lying in the corridor surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a row of men queing for her services.
We arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is no port. Only a kind of stone ramp that ends into the sea. I ask my coworkers, "but where is Oecussi?"
And they answer "But we are in Oecussi"
I then hold the slap I am on the brink toto give and repeat, with a smile, "I know that we are in Oecussi, but where is the city?"
They respond "Oecussi is a region not a town, the capital is this."
Then I regard around, looking for some detail that I have certainly missed and what I can see is only a beach, the people who haul beasts out of the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far from each other.
Obviously the word "houses" must be understood in a broad sense.
Well we start looking roads to be investigated. The road is along the beach. After several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at our destination and carry out the necessary survey. When we think of the beach, probably we figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia or another tourist crowded beach.
Here is a beach tens of kilometers long, with very few modest houses, scattered over a vast territory. Reminds me a bit Oman, the beaches, but the difference is that here is much of green, trees, lawns, plants. The sand consists mainly of crushed coral.
Then we run to the second road, which is really far. Not in terms of distance, as they are only 80 kilometers, but of time. The way to get there practically does not exist.
It is a path that join the seaside to the mountains, and crosses the same river five times; in the bed of the river, of course. There is no bridge or similar thing. Then it proceedes in the riverbed for about ten kilometers, where water is scarce, but is filled with large stones that represent a torment for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in dry areas, there are kiosks made of straw built to provide shade, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? They take the stones from the river, spliting them in pieces (with a hand hammer, not like American films where forced workers have big hammers maybe of 5 kilos), selecting them according to size and make piles, waiting for some truck to pass by and buy them.
When we reach the toe of the mountains the road becomes a narrow path about 3 meters wide and lays on the side of the hills, with several detritus of recent landslides on the road way, some portions of the road are collapsed downstream. The entire route is a challenging zigzag to avoid obstacles or chasms that lead downhill via the shortest route possible, i. e. falling down the escarpment. Additional scare comes from the possibility that a new landslide will decide to fall just at the moment we are passing there.
We arrive in view of our road, a few meters from the Indonesian border. Then I ask: "Where is the border?" And my colleagues respond pointing one direction. Then I look at the peaks of mountains, and I imagine that the border is on the ridge of mountains, but my companions understand the misunderstanding, and say: "No, this one here. Very near to us". And they indicate to me a trail on which a three wheels would have trouble passing, that after 50 meters from me, brought to a head straw, as big as a newspaper kiosk , under which there was a guy, probably assigned to the control of transit.
This is the frontier. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, we glimpse the straw roof of the border post.
Bah. We begin our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain; cross houses, huts, the road to 3 meters is collapsed in many places. How are we going to place e new road 7 m wide still is a mystery to me.
The setting is as in a movie. There is no trace of technology. The fences are made weaving branches, roofs are made of straws and the houses of mud. The stairs are in raw stone orderly placed.
I guess the prehistory was so.
Then we reach the end of our road and slowly we are heading back the port.
to get the same ship, which in the meantime has been in the "port". The trip starts at 19 and arrives in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we are driving along the river bed, we cross our other car that has stopped and is collecting samples of rock. One of staff, wawes at us and says:
"They called from the ship, hurry to the port since the low tide is about to start, and the ship must move away from the coast".
And so headlong to the port running as mad on so safe roads, in attempts to reach on time.
Run Run, finally we reach the sea and what do we find? The ferry is already in the midst of the sea.
And we arrive at the port ask that we can do, because the alternative is to wait until Friday evening, and it was only Tuesday afternoon ! They tell us to wait, because maybe the tide may raise before the 19 and then the ferry would be returned to shore. Meanwhile comes the second car, eat a bite in the restaurant of the place, (please remember that the word "restaurant, as well as "port" are to be intended in their wide meaning) and there we patiently wait in the shadow for this blessed boat be back to the shore . It's 14.
It's now 18, people started to gather at the chute from which you enter the ferry, and we joint the queue with one of the two cars. After about 1 hour the ship arrives, and lowers the bridge. What confusion, people, goats, hens and cars, each pushing to enter, as on the ship they give free sweets.
Fine, in the final climb on the ferry, we fix the car and leave. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the car with its occupants had to return, they call our office saying that people can embark, but not the car, since the ship has broken that door that lowers lo let vehicles in. Passengers are taken up with the ladders, the car is still there. The ship has been sent to Indonesia, and for three weeks the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be "totally isolated.
I suggest the vision of this short excerpt of the video shot to Oecussi. 
ITALIAN (see below for Inglese)
Among the roads that I have to deal, there are two in a region of Timor-Leste called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. Pero 'Oecussi and' a region a bit 'particular,' an enclave within Indonesia, as it will remember my four readers (quote product) and the island of Timor ' divided into two parts of similar size (this 'another quotation, entirely unintentional, and I noticed a couple of days after writing it, however, more' difficult of the altar ra), the west and ' Indonesia, the East and 'the Democratic Republic of Timor-Leste. Then there 'the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrives in the morning at 6. The ferry has room only for the passage of some nte, as they say that for Tirrenia, and the cabins are for the crew. But since 'all over the world' country, the 10 sailors of the ship rent their berths to $ 40 per trip. In addition to the ordinary and travel 15 to 150 for the machine. I embarked Monday 22 and took possession of my bunk, on average clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which must remain locked up otherwise ordinary passengers use it too, and while 'the crew and guests of luxury. Clearly all of the hundreds of people on board along with chickens, goats and cows, not 'passengers that are in theaters, but spread to all the vacancies of the ship, including the cabin corridors. It happens so that if you go to the bathroom you have to exit the car and climb over dozens of people huddled on the floor, children, elderly, all with bra CCIA and legs are not easily identifiable through the covers, and then to pass must be very careful not to wake the entire corridor to the screams of that to which you've squeezed a hand. Worse and 'Forward to a colleague of mine who had to deal, among other passengers, with a prostitute who was in lying in the hallway surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a line of men ready to benefit from it , as soon as he left the customer duty. 
Arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is not a port. Only one species of stone ramp that ends in the sea. I ask my loyal aides: "Oecussi but where?" and tell me "But we are Oecussi" repress slap then I'm going to give that and repeat it with a smile "I know that we are in Oecussi, but the city where it is?" I respond "Oecussi and 'a region not a city, however the capital and' this'. then I respect around, looking for some detail that I missed and was certainly known only a beach, the people that animals dragged off the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far apart. Obviously the word "case" must be understood Latu sensu. Be 'out in search of avenues to investigate, with all the tools necessary. The road 'along the beach. after several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at your destination and do the findings of the case. When one thinks of the beach, maybe you figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia. Here and 'tens of kilometers long beach with very few very small houses, scattered over a vast territory. It reminds me a bit 'on the beaches of Oman, but the difference' here and 'green, there are trees, lawns and plants. And a beach of broken coral and sand. Overcome some rivers nearly dry, and the show 'awesome. 
Then go on to its second annual road, and 'very far away. not in terms of distance, since they are only 80 miles but time. The road to get there in practice. It 'a path to the mountains when approaching from the sea, crosses the same river five times, the river bed, of course. Mica there are no bridges or anything like that. then continues in the bed of the river for six miles, where water and 'little, but' full of large stones that are a torture for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in the dry areas, there are business to shade made of straw, as big as un'ombrellone by sea, but much, much more 'spartan, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? Pietroni take the river, split them with a hammer (a hammer, not like American movies in which the clubs are forced to maybe 5 pounds), selecting them for size and make piles, waiting for someone to walk with a pickup truck and buy them. arrived at the foot of the mountains the trail becomes narrow about 3 feet and leans on the side of the hills, with a side full of debris of recent landslides, the other half collapsed into the valley. All the way and 'a zigzag to avoid obstacles or pits that lead to downstream its paths, with the terror on my part that on our heads fall off a new landslide just as we are we. arrive in view of our street, a few meters from the Indonesian border. So I ask: "Where 'the border?" And I respond, pointing to one direction. Then I look at the tops of the mountains and I guess the border is on the crest of the mountains, but my companions and I understand the misunderstanding say "No, this here." And show me a sheep track on which Bee had problems with three wheels to pass, that at a distance of 50 meters from me, led to a thatched roof, the size of the small newsstand, under which was a guy, probably involved control of the transits.
That 's the border. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, you can see through the thatched roof of the border post.
Bah. We start our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain, crossed homes, cabins, and 3 meters of the road 'caved in many places. How are we going to put a 7 meters wide is a mystery to me. The setting and 'film. there is no 'trace of technology, it' of modern technology. The fences are made of interwoven branches, the roofs are thatched and mud houses. The stairs of stone ordered. I guess that was so pre-history '.
Here too, we reach the end of our street and we walk softly (by car) to return. Gia 'return is supposed to take the same ship, which has now' left in the "port", which starts at 19 and arrived in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we were crossing the river of stones, we meet our other car that was parked and was collecting rock samples. One of them, run towards us and says: "They called from the ship, run to the port 'is coming low tide, and the ship must move away from the coast "to scapicollarci And so on those streets so safe, full callara in an effort to arrive on time. Run Run Run, we finally reach the sea and find? The ferry was in middle of the sea. He had gone without much ado. and we arrived at the office of the port (but really, I insist that words must be understood and the port office of the context) we ask that we can do, also because 'the alternative 'wait until Friday night, and it was only Tuesday afternoon! We were told to wait,' cause maybe the tide would be raised before 19 and then the ferry would be back to shore. Meanwhile arrives the second machine, a bite to eat in the only restaurant of the place, and here also apply the above recommendations on the significance of any terms, and we put al'ombra patiently waiting for this blessed tub back to shore. Are 14. 
When he is 18, people begin to amassing on the slide from which you enter the ferry, and we put ourselves in line with one of the two machines. After about one hour the ship comes in and lowers the bridge. What a mess, Christians, goats, chickens and machines, each pushing to enter, not even give it to me candy, on the ship. Anyways, 'in the final climb on the ferry, Place the machine and off we go. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the other car and its occupants had to go back, they call us saying that people will be able to embark, but not the machine, since the ship and 'route that brings you down from where you normally enter. Passengers will be taken up by the stairs, the car left them '. The ship 'was subsequently shipped to Indonesia for three weeks and the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be' totally isolated. recommend watching this short excerpt of the video shot in Oecussi.
Oecussi1.wmv
ENGLISH
Among the roads that I have to carry out two of them are in a region of Timor-Leste, which is called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. But Oecussi is a region a little particular, it is un'enclave within Indonesia, as in fact remember my four readers (learned quote) the island of Timor is divided into two parts similar magnitude ( this is another learned quote, completely unintentional, and I have noticed a couple of days after writing, however this one is more difficult than the other one), the west is Indonesia, the east is the Democratic Republica de Timor-Leste. Then there is the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there we need to take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrive in the morning at 6. The ferry has only places for bridge, as they say those of Tirrena, and the booths are intended to manning. The 10 sailors of the ship rent their bunks to 40 dollars per trip. that are added to 15 of the ordinary travel and 150 for the car. I embarked Monday 22 and I took possession of my booth, averagely clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which should be kept locked otherwise it may be used by ordinary passengers, but is for the crew and special guests only.
Clearly all the hundreds of people loaded with chickens, goats and cows are supposed to remain in the halls, but spread on all vacancies of the ship, including the cabins corridors etc.If you need then to go to bathroom, you need to exit the booth and override dozens of people stacked on the floor, children, elderly, all arms and legs with no easily identifiable through the covers, and therefore must pay great care not to rouse all the sleeping people due to the screams of the one whose hand you have stepped on.
It was worse for a colleague of mine, who had to confront, among other passengers, with a prostitute who exercised lying in the corridor surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a row of men queing for her services.
We arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is no port. Only a kind of stone ramp that ends into the sea. I ask my coworkers, "but where is Oecussi?"
And they answer "But we are in Oecussi"
I then hold the slap I am on the brink toto give and repeat, with a smile, "I know that we are in Oecussi, but where is the city?"
They respond "Oecussi is a region not a town, the capital is this."
Then I regard around, looking for some detail that I have certainly missed and what I can see is only a beach, the people who haul beasts out of the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far from each other.
Obviously the word "houses" must be understood in a broad sense.
Well we start looking roads to be investigated. The road is along the beach. After several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at our destination and carry out the necessary survey. When we think of the beach, probably we figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia or another tourist crowded beach.
Here is a beach tens of kilometers long, with very few modest houses, scattered over a vast territory. Reminds me a bit Oman, the beaches, but the difference is that here is much of green, trees, lawns, plants. The sand consists mainly of crushed coral.
Then we run to the second road, which is really far. Not in terms of distance, as they are only 80 kilometers, but of time. The way to get there practically does not exist.
It is a path that join the seaside to the mountains, and crosses the same river five times; in the bed of the river, of course. There is no bridge or similar thing. Then it proceedes in the riverbed for about ten kilometers, where water is scarce, but is filled with large stones that represent a torment for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in dry areas, there are kiosks made of straw built to provide shade, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? They take the stones from the river, spliting them in pieces (with a hand hammer, not like American films where forced workers have big hammers maybe of 5 kilos), selecting them according to size and make piles, waiting for some truck to pass by and buy them.
When we reach the toe of the mountains the road becomes a narrow path about 3 meters wide and lays on the side of the hills, with several detritus of recent landslides on the road way, some portions of the road are collapsed downstream. The entire route is a challenging zigzag to avoid obstacles or chasms that lead downhill via the shortest route possible, i. e. falling down the escarpment. Additional scare comes from the possibility that a new landslide will decide to fall just at the moment we are passing there.
We arrive in view of our road, a few meters from the Indonesian border. Then I ask: "Where is the border?" And my colleagues respond pointing one direction. Then I look at the peaks of mountains, and I imagine that the border is on the ridge of mountains, but my companions understand the misunderstanding, and say: "No, this one here. Very near to us". And they indicate to me a trail on which a three wheels would have trouble passing, that after 50 meters from me, brought to a head straw, as big as a newspaper kiosk , under which there was a guy, probably assigned to the control of transit.
This is the frontier. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, we glimpse the straw roof of the border post.
Bah. We begin our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain; cross houses, huts, the road to 3 meters is collapsed in many places. How are we going to place e new road 7 m wide still is a mystery to me.
The setting is as in a movie. There is no trace of technology. The fences are made weaving branches, roofs are made of straws and the houses of mud. The stairs are in raw stone orderly placed.
I guess the prehistory was so.
Then we reach the end of our road and slowly we are heading back the port.
to get the same ship, which in the meantime has been in the "port". The trip starts at 19 and arrives in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we are driving along the river bed, we cross our other car that has stopped and is collecting samples of rock. One of staff, wawes at us and says:
"They called from the ship, hurry to the port since the low tide is about to start, and the ship must move away from the coast".
And so headlong to the port running as mad on so safe roads, in attempts to reach on time.
Run Run, finally we reach the sea and what do we find? The ferry is already in the midst of the sea.
And we arrive at the port ask that we can do, because the alternative is to wait until Friday evening, and it was only Tuesday afternoon ! They tell us to wait, because maybe the tide may raise before the 19 and then the ferry would be returned to shore. Meanwhile comes the second car, eat a bite in the restaurant of the place, (please remember that the word "restaurant, as well as "port" are to be intended in their wide meaning) and there we patiently wait in the shadow for this blessed boat be back to the shore . It's 14.
It's now 18, people started to gather at the chute from which you enter the ferry, and we joint the queue with one of the two cars. After about 1 hour the ship arrives, and lowers the bridge. What confusion, people, goats, hens and cars, each pushing to enter, as on the ship they give free sweets.
Fine, in the final climb on the ferry, we fix the car and leave. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the car with its occupants had to return, they call our office saying that people can embark, but not the car, since the ship has broken that door that lowers lo let vehicles in. Passengers are taken up with the ladders, the car is still there. The ship has been sent to Indonesia, and for three weeks the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be "totally isolated.
I suggest the vision of this short excerpt of the video shot to Oecussi.
What Is The Dik Timeshare
Timor-Leste" My Mission August 2007 "
Then, write a book about this adventure.
Never never never so bad! The trip was Rome - Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) - Bali (Indonesia) - Dili (Timor Leste) in Kuala Lumpur no problem, I got off the plane and boarded another. in Bali I had to spend a night and then are passed through immigration. My passport was not even a completely blank page, and because their visa is a sticker the size of a page, I was stopped and left there waiting for an hour, with my passport in their hands, who knows where.
Of course I had already paid the visa, $ 10.
I state that the airport is a flashing message that says, in case of failure by the immigration authorities, to address the officer on duty. Since the noise was coming, and I knew it, I er or resolved to seek his inntervento, just someone had made some proposals inndecente. Eventually, the officer who had my passport gave me aid, putting the sticking already stamped on a page, the modest sum, not sales, of $ 100.
I asked talk to the officer on duty.
was him!
So I called the embassy but it was Sunday, then closed. 
Then, write a book about this adventure.
Never never never so bad! The trip was Rome - Kuala Lumpur (Malaysia) - Bali (Indonesia) - Dili (Timor Leste) in Kuala Lumpur no problem, I got off the plane and boarded another. in Bali I had to spend a night and then are passed through immigration. My passport was not even a completely blank page, and because their visa is a sticker the size of a page, I was stopped and left there waiting for an hour, with my passport in their hands, who knows where.
Of course I had already paid the visa, $ 10.
I state that the airport is a flashing message that says, in case of failure by the immigration authorities, to address the officer on duty. Since the noise was coming, and I knew it, I er or resolved to seek his inntervento, just someone had made some proposals inndecente. Eventually, the officer who had my passport gave me aid, putting the sticking already stamped on a page, the modest sum, not sales, of $ 100.
I asked talk to the officer on duty.
was him!
So I called the embassy but it was Sunday, then closed.
[****]
Then I paid and I went to frolic in Bali.
to re-embark on the next day to check in the Lord of the airline will not accept me saying that there is no place to put the passport visa Timor Leste, and then I sent back at the expense of Company aereia.
So I did travel.
[****]
to re-embark on the next day to check in the Lord of the airline will not accept me saying that there is no place to put the passport visa Timor Leste, and then I sent back at the expense of Company aereia.
So I did travel.
[****]
There was no way to go. Our embassy in Jakarta in Indonesia, about two hours away, and to issue a new passport also employs 2 or 3 weeks.
What to do? Call our office in Manila, so I tell them.
begins a round of phone calls with the plane that had already begun to take on, in Manila, the Ministry of Public Works in Timor Leste, but just wanted to check in to know who was the officer of the immigration of Timor Leste that he would into the land, it was useless to appoint embassies, ministries or UN.
Eventually I took the responsibility of the return flight, in the case had been dismissed, and as the plane doors closed, I entered.
Finished? Seee.
The flight was a typical flight IATA, seat belts are missing, you sit down anywhere, the seats are sometimes broken. A short bus. Indeed the fact that this time they did demonstrations of security, emergency procedures, usually do not do them either.
I wonder if there really are life jackets under the seats.
However Meas flight with no problems. The landing: The plane touches the ground with a great vertical speed. It gives a blow that shakes the entire fuselage, passengers are tossed out in first, then back, and the plane bounces in the air.
I said: "This time it's that good!"
rider tries it again, it lowers and after a few bumps fearful touches the ground. Pfiu. This too is gone.
I get off the plane and arrival at the immigration desk, in a sort of telephone booth near the track, where people are already beginning to line up.
[****]
When is my turn, in 10 seconds, the officer gives me back my passport and tells me I'm rejected because there is no space to put the stamp.
not want to listen to reason.
[****] attaches to the phone calling everyone he knew, and immigration services in the meantime become 3.
[****] search to explain to them the importance sum of my work for the welfare of all Timorese nation, [****]
What to do? Call our office in Manila, so I tell them.
begins a round of phone calls with the plane that had already begun to take on, in Manila, the Ministry of Public Works in Timor Leste, but just wanted to check in to know who was the officer of the immigration of Timor Leste that he would into the land, it was useless to appoint embassies, ministries or UN.
Eventually I took the responsibility of the return flight, in the case had been dismissed, and as the plane doors closed, I entered.
Finished? Seee.
The flight was a typical flight IATA, seat belts are missing, you sit down anywhere, the seats are sometimes broken. A short bus. Indeed the fact that this time they did demonstrations of security, emergency procedures, usually do not do them either.
I wonder if there really are life jackets under the seats.
However Meas flight with no problems. The landing: The plane touches the ground with a great vertical speed. It gives a blow that shakes the entire fuselage, passengers are tossed out in first, then back, and the plane bounces in the air.
I said: "This time it's that good!"
rider tries it again, it lowers and after a few bumps fearful touches the ground. Pfiu. This too is gone.
I get off the plane and arrival at the immigration desk, in a sort of telephone booth near the track, where people are already beginning to line up.
[****]
When is my turn, in 10 seconds, the officer gives me back my passport and tells me I'm rejected because there is no space to put the stamp.
not want to listen to reason.
[****] attaches to the phone calling everyone he knew, and immigration services in the meantime become 3.
[****] search to explain to them the importance sum of my work for the welfare of all Timorese nation, [****]
The plane is now imb Arcand new passengers to go back. An employee of the customs asked me to give her the slip of my suitcase to go to retrieve it and then re-embark.
come 2 other employees of immigration, and we are 5.
Obviously we're outdoors, in the grass. One full of good will goes to get the stamp to show me that it is not evil, just does not fit and can not cover another stamp. Arriva chief immigration officer said that without more ado that is not a problem them, my passport is not usable so I have to go back to Bali on the same plane which had just fallen.
They walk menacingly toward my suitcases. The airline warned of my return to Indonesia, sends a flight attendant to get me because the plane has already turned the engines and de you leave.
come 2 other employees of immigration, and we are 5.
Obviously we're outdoors, in the grass. One full of good will goes to get the stamp to show me that it is not evil, just does not fit and can not cover another stamp. Arriva chief immigration officer said that without more ado that is not a problem them, my passport is not usable so I have to go back to Bali on the same plane which had just fallen.
They walk menacingly toward my suitcases. The airline warned of my return to Indonesia, sends a flight attendant to get me because the plane has already turned the engines and de you leave.
[****]
As the plane closes the doors and the luggage hostess begins to be persistent because I go with you (only volumes in the plane, thankfully), arrives a phone call [****] who says let me stop. I put the other on timbrone stamps and ten minutes later I was outside the airport.
Then you say that one is gastritis.
Skip the pleasantries, the presentations and talk to fact, arrived at the hotel, Hotel Sakura Tower. A 3-storey building called the tower. I think it is the highest in the capital.
Oh, the places they now begin to know a lot, and all more or less discomfort. But a trip here, I would not recommend even to an enemy.
The room, at a price of € 1000 per month for long stays, has no windows, no bathroom, nor in the room!
[****]
The evening of my arrival had to appoint a new prime minister, and as such uses here, right before his appointment, there were clashes in the streets made of stone-throwing and fires between the factions of the former prime minister and that the likely new. Then the appointment was made, and likely has become certain.
The clashes have become very harsh, there are villages where the homes burned to reach 500 (local custom). the second day, we went somewhere in the car, and some guys with rocks in hand made a sign to what guid ava, who stopped and gave them $ 5, so he can spend quiet without damage to the machine. They greeted and we left quietly.
[****]
Then you say that one is gastritis.
Skip the pleasantries, the presentations and talk to fact, arrived at the hotel, Hotel Sakura Tower. A 3-storey building called the tower. I think it is the highest in the capital.
Oh, the places they now begin to know a lot, and all more or less discomfort. But a trip here, I would not recommend even to an enemy.
The room, at a price of € 1000 per month for long stays, has no windows, no bathroom, nor in the room!
[****]
The evening of my arrival had to appoint a new prime minister, and as such uses here, right before his appointment, there were clashes in the streets made of stone-throwing and fires between the factions of the former prime minister and that the likely new. Then the appointment was made, and likely has become certain.
The clashes have become very harsh, there are villages where the homes burned to reach 500 (local custom). the second day, we went somewhere in the car, and some guys with rocks in hand made a sign to what guid ava, who stopped and gave them $ 5, so he can spend quiet without damage to the machine. They greeted and we left quietly.
[****]
What niche ... When it gets dark we closes each in his mansion, walk around was a suicide. From Dusk Till Dawn machinery moving, and I'm in the center, there are very few.
Vehicles which are abundant here are those of the UN and military trucks. They spend the whole callara because they are the most targeted by stone-throwing. at night even they do not circulate.
Vehicles which are abundant here are those of the UN and military trucks. They spend the whole callara because they are the most targeted by stone-throwing. at night even they do not circulate.
[****]
Ah, this 15th day of August, the music changes. I get a secretary who disturbs me . Demi Mendez, more or less. But is 20 years old.
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Ah, this 15th day of August, the music changes. I get a secretary who disturbs me . Demi Mendez, more or less. But is 20 years old.
give me a car that is a monster. The wheels have a diameter of five feet. A genuine racing car. brand new.
phone and find a place that costs 30 cents per minute.
[****]
Maybe there will be internet.
[****]
August 23. All in all things marching.
[****]
A pass at a time but we get to 27 on Monday, where there is delivery.
Today Internet attacks. That luxury right now I'm about to end.
[****]
Then, from Monday 27 to Monday September 3 will be waiting for comments on the project, and if not forthcoming, as I expect, is the third delivery and then we go.
Then the return trip will be another odyssey, because the airport in Indonesia expected to force a change to immigration and failing to pages, this time I just finished, the problem will be fun.
I asked the embassy closest to me (in Jakarta, Indonesia in two time zones difference, think a bit ') to let me have a passport to travel without a passport, and between sending the photos and sending a pass by courier, in the end I spent $ 100 that I would ask at the border to do me a favor.
Meanwhile, the pass does not arrive.
I spoke with the embassy right now and tell me they sent the pass three days ago, so I am going to receive it. There must have been some stellar alignment that has made it begin to turn right.
Here ends the first part.
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Part Two
This country is formidable
Since Indonesia is no longer here and this has become a country independent
, the Timorese police have not found, then the ' UN has
them available to foreign police.
The beauty is that each has its national currency, then the streets are small groups
Australian police (blue shirt, blue pants and many
badge), along with Filipinos (green uniform), Korean (black or white)
Singaporean (camouflage) Uganda (dark green) Indians, Bangladeshis and Pakistanis
(green), New Zealand (boh) Portuguese (dark blue), Romanian and so on. etc..
until you add up the hefty sum of 37 different states that make up the
Police of Timor-Leste. And these
stop the machines and make the fines under the laws Timorese
to whom they were acquainted with the rapid learning courses.
roaming the streets of big cars with gigantic, most of which has
networks to protect the windows from the stones, I think that rain
from interplanetary space.
slow down if they see a crowd, you need to stop and after a while '
go away. If you take away someone is never more than a few hours. Then
is released.
[****]
The office has started to work. Internet works, I put in 13
network computer, 4 printers. Today we delivered the project Draft. Between
week there will be the final and also have my own plane. From
arrives and departs on a plane to Bali (Indonesia) 6 times a week and a
to Darwin (Australia) I also think this 6 times a week
. Nothing else. It is not that exactly Heathrow.
The sea is the most beautiful I've ever seen. But there are some 'of jellyfish, tentacles
waiting for me to open.
I was planning to spend the last week doing a little 'holiday,
since the project was finished. Instead,
[****]
what we delivered today is heavily revised, since it was
finished in a hurry this morning.
Another oddity is the habit of burning houses.
works like this: two people argue, perhaps due to political,
one of two organizations that the burning is to go to the home of that other
in 40 or 50 (on a couple of trucks) to lift people
inside and set fire to the house. Who is in generally good
out in order (because I guess it's better not to argue with 50 people).
an Englishman here, who had a rented house, you are presented
burners, who knocked on the window, they told him to leave because
had to burn the house. He said he was cooking and
had not done anything wrong. They replied that there's
had with the owner, not to him. He brought his
pans out and continued to cook in the garden, sitting
on the cases, while the house burned.
strange country.
Tonight I was woken by a clatter crazy, seemed to be
Terms at 8 am. Now, since the railroad here in Dili
not there, I was facing. He felt beat metal on metal, as
mad. It came from all directions. I tried to feel better
and I realized that was not an echo, actually came from many places
.
As if the whole city was given an appointment to make noise.
Some nearby you could feel good. Under my window
people used a crowbar to beat up a street sign.
I said "will be the usual political protest" and I I went to sleep.
A couple of hours later they stopped.
Then they got up the helicopters, which is the sign of some disorder.
this morning I asked the driver what it was and he told me that he
beat at home. He explained that it is local custom
for the moon. I did not understand if it's the full moon or new moon, but in short
something related to lunar cycles.
So women, he argues.
The mine is reached. If I did not retire at Fiumicino
'll put me in a frame.
Now that we see in Indonesia will they think of other devilry
to extort more money.
One by one when I tell my adventure in Bali, I am getting
saying that all you have to give money to move. The group of Filipinos
(four) have a group rate (like $ 30 for one).
[****]
Today is Wednesday 29 aarrivati \u200b\u200bcomments on the preliminary draft.
[****]
And a couple of changes. Tomorrow is a holiday (for them
the ministry) and then on Friday (last day before my departure
next Monday I'm going to try to reduce them to milder
advice, otherwise I start fading. Fades And if you open a
another problem. Where to put the extension of visas good
Timorese authorities? I think that as soon as they see my passport
the tear. So, to do some 'cleaning.
[****]
Here in the meantime the work process'.
[****]
Oh I forgot there is also the Mendes, but he can only laugh. He does not speak Portuguese
even, I say this for the benefit of all those (many would say
, confirming the simplicity of the male brain) that have been launched in
suggestions of more or less explicit approach.
And then that the 17 canvas. He has other things to do, I guess.
One aspect I never stressed here is that since the evening
can not get out, go on the garden where other desperate
foreigners like me do the same. And personal relationships are woven
interesting, between those who get drunk in the presence of children, who carries
the computer and work, who brings music, those who smoke. Beautiful and varied
humanity, nothing to say.
Among my most frequent contacts are:
2 Japanese girls who work at their embassy, \u200b\u200b
[****] , singapore
a policeman who works with the secret services here
a Korean police officer who instructs the local police.
Then there is Ian or Yan, do not know. Ian is really the best. Polish
he also works for the United Nations, about 35 years. is joining us down in
garden only when it is drunk already lost. Arrives, greets everyone starts drinking
to evaporate that glimmer of consciousness that has
allowed to walk up the garden, and then starts straparlare,
puts weeds telling secret things, harassing girls,
in the presence of their husbands, boyfriends and so on.
always ends up that someone puts their hands on him or me him back to his quarters.
The next morning, fresh as a flower, you meet him for breakfast and
him as if nothing had happened.
Well yes, good experience.
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Third Party
This is the short epilogue adventure Timorese.
There is one aspect here that I have not yet dealt. Although Timor-Leste is an independent state, the official currency is U.S. dollars. But the sub (cents) are called centavos and are local. In practice, an American charged with a note and receive a rest that is a party in dollars and partly in coins, not be spent elsewhere. In addition to the $ 1 tickets are "strange" to the touch as in transparency, but they are used safely by all. The Americans say that when they go in america tickets from $ 1 to Timor must leave them, because otherwise stop them.
[****]
back to me, in essence, after delivery of the preliminary draft, everything was quiet because it would not have arrived any comment, [****].
Yes, in fact, the comments to the project made them do another.
It arrived two days later, with two pages full of dense requests changes and corrections.
Panico. I have 5 days from the plane for home. What to do? Mumble mumble, make me a bit 'who want to see.
Ah, but here they are wrong, this error is not an error, this request is contrary to the rules and so on.
then travel to the ministry to make a good meeting [****]
I spent the last few days to adjust the calculations and some drawings, and soon it was all completed her going.
But the beauty is the return journey.
Monday morning I run to the ministry to deliver a masterpiece, and after running the airport.
Arrival, immigration officers at passport control they remembered me and asked me how I was going to go to Bali, because now the passport was really full. I explained that I now had a trump card, my new pass and they made me go quietly.
I go to boarding and arrival on the aircraft carrying more desperate to Bali to Dili. They fall, and I stand near the exits because it's time to mount up and go.
But they call and the time passes. Departure time is already exceeded by a good half hour, but they do not even have to call a mild intention.
hour late. I have a connection to be taken at Bali, Kuala-Lumpur. I'm not in a hurry, but if the flight is canceled, I skip all the coincidences. I can not arrive late. Esco outdoors and I approach the plane, and only one throughout the airport. There was all people who fumbled. I ask that a plan to do and a guard tells me that now they do it from someone fix it and Bali in Indonesia because spare parts have them.
"Yes, but after that, I think?"
And in the meantime I try to watch that they are doing around the plane, and I see that many people are busy to carry stuff. Boh.
Then I explain that the Portuguese do not fix anything because it is more than a year. The engine failed to start because it lacks the automatic ignition and must turn them by hand, it shows me a guy who entered the room engine with a ladder and you only see her legs. There are wires coming from the airport and enter the same opening in which there is the man. Boh. What a God send us good.
long after you hear a roar of hell and a reactor begins to operate. They repeat the same another reactor and keeping them under a nice lead up the stairs and the whole fury of us climb on the plane.
And we're off. On the flight
nothing to say even the landing was normal. And arrival in Bali. Waiting for this moment for a month. Also for the transits I have to go to immigration. I have to basically come and go at the airport.
Yeah I know I have my pass, but who will say, is a paper written in Italian, except coincisissima sensum to a translation in English. It will be worthwhile? In diplomatic terms it is perfectly equivalent to a passport, but police say [****] , on this?
Then I have the flicker.
"I need to make me jump quancuno immigration procedures, recovery comes out of my suitcase, and make checkin for me to fly to Kuala Lumpur" Having said that, I ask those of Merpati to be someone to help me; I am told to wait there. I wait and after half an hour immigration queues are empty, and the police begin to look at me thinking, I think "but this does not go here because of immigration and he is still watching us?" I thought: "Now they come and ask me to explain, and I'm in trouble." I continue to call those of Merpati, on the phone and finally get an official, that wonder of wonders was the same as a month before I wanted to get on the plane because it was said that Dili would reject me. Obviously recognized me immediately and said, more or less: "Mo 'what else thou hast?" I explained the problem, I was going through the internal passages to the gate where you expect to get in the plane and told me that he went to retrieve my luggage and re-embarked, making a new check-in. I gave him my passport and my ticket and I sat anxiously waiting, fearing that he be taken ill and taken to the hospital with my stuff. But after 20 minutes he returned with my boarding pass ready and gave me back nice everything. I asked seven or eight times if he was sure he had boarded my suitcase, I paid ($ 10) and I left.
Arrival in Kuala Lumpur, leaving for Rome, Fiumicino and also find the suitcase (I would not have bet a cent). All
perfectly fine.
And this concludes my adventure Timorese.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
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October 11 '07: The Evolution-Tori.
Listen bet.
This time I will tell you why I put small guitar music and, in general, because there is an indie, because every age!
This at least is the argument made by me and Lisa of Utilities Zero, which tells me that there is even more music, more powerful, faster, spaccateste index. And most of the indie band rises from the ashes of Punk-Rock-Hardcore, then the people who get older, you get tired soon, the hurt Oreca, and pick up a small guitar.
and bounce from Texas to Canada, from Chicago to Kansas City, and we discover that we are right. Obvious.
So let's ancestors and offspring
The Get Up Kids - I'm A Loner Dottie, A Rebel
The New Amsterdams - The Smoking Gun
There is not much to say again on the large group of Kansas City, apart from the origin of the name comes from a song by the Cure, Suburban Get Up Kids, but you know that you can not 'have a name that starts with ESSSE OF SSAVONA, and then via the first word!
Matt Pryor's voice instead of just to keep up the roll of the New Amsterdams children, came up with a new album Sept. 25.
Propagandhi - Antimanifesto
The Weakerthans - Night Windows
In this case, the story has changed a lot, energy and battery hardcore Propagandhi is very fast, in the Weakerthans ("Go ahead, I'm weaker Than you can possibly imagine" by film The Lover) is still busy testing, more sophisticated and poetic though less overtly political, but it is still the voice of John K. Samson that binds the two groups, the voice that comprimaria Propagandhi becomes leading voice in the Weakerthans. For their new album Sept. 25.
At The Drive In - Enfilade
Sparta - Tensioning
Engine Down - Cover
The Mars Volta - Drunkship Of Lanterns
Texas. Beautiful worse. And you can not understand. Children leaving their parents to be brothers-in-law of the. Aro O my daughter or burn a race track, or perhaps the opposite.
Starting from the At The Drive In, which are a bit 'them' to remind all those who want to emo as you do. Then the misunderstandings among the members of the group allow the birth of Sparta and The Mars Volta. Do not miss the eerie site of Sparta www.spartamusic.com . If one goes away Sparta, Engine Down arrives. Power and melody, thanks to Tetris Trieste knows. But where
'GONE Sparta? He 's back to the fold, reaching the old comrades Sudden in-Tori Mars Volta. Lisa
want the little drawing, and pedigree.
Braid - Killing A Camera
Owen - Bad News
finally spoken to Chicago, family Kinsella and Bob Nanna, a few lives that intersect in a thousand groups who do poweremocore 90s and then inevitably end in the acoustic singer-songwriter Owen and The City On Film.
not resist putting a little 'chitarrina of pure, Lisa takes the opportunity to go to the bathroom. I do not understand if there is a link.
Art Of Wind - Land Of The Machaon
Dashboard Confessional (Regina Spektor cover) - Better
Good. Rare are those emotions that you feel to conduct a bet with this uzzettina heading now historic Radiofragola. Assuming that a radio there, how long must we wait to hearing from you in this broadcast?
Not too much.
Mino 
Listen bet.
This time I will tell you why I put small guitar music and, in general, because there is an indie, because every age!
This at least is the argument made by me and Lisa of Utilities Zero, which tells me that there is even more music, more powerful, faster, spaccateste index. And most of the indie band rises from the ashes of Punk-Rock-Hardcore, then the people who get older, you get tired soon, the hurt Oreca, and pick up a small guitar.
and bounce from Texas to Canada, from Chicago to Kansas City, and we discover that we are right. Obvious.
So let's ancestors and offspring
The Get Up Kids - I'm A Loner Dottie, A Rebel
The New Amsterdams - The Smoking Gun
There is not much to say again on the large group of Kansas City, apart from the origin of the name comes from a song by the Cure, Suburban Get Up Kids, but you know that you can not 'have a name that starts with ESSSE OF SSAVONA, and then via the first word!
Matt Pryor's voice instead of just to keep up the roll of the New Amsterdams children, came up with a new album Sept. 25.
Propagandhi - Antimanifesto
The Weakerthans - Night Windows
In this case, the story has changed a lot, energy and battery hardcore Propagandhi is very fast, in the Weakerthans ("Go ahead, I'm weaker Than you can possibly imagine" by film The Lover) is still busy testing, more sophisticated and poetic though less overtly political, but it is still the voice of John K. Samson that binds the two groups, the voice that comprimaria Propagandhi becomes leading voice in the Weakerthans. For their new album Sept. 25.
At The Drive In - Enfilade
Sparta - Tensioning
Engine Down - Cover
The Mars Volta - Drunkship Of Lanterns
Texas. Beautiful worse. And you can not understand. Children leaving their parents to be brothers-in-law of the. Aro O my daughter or burn a race track, or perhaps the opposite.
Starting from the At The Drive In, which are a bit 'them' to remind all those who want to emo as you do. Then the misunderstandings among the members of the group allow the birth of Sparta and The Mars Volta. Do not miss the eerie site of Sparta www.spartamusic.com . If one goes away Sparta, Engine Down arrives. Power and melody, thanks to Tetris Trieste knows. But where
'GONE Sparta? He 's back to the fold, reaching the old comrades Sudden in-Tori Mars Volta. Lisa
want the little drawing, and pedigree.
Braid - Killing A Camera
Owen - Bad News
finally spoken to Chicago, family Kinsella and Bob Nanna, a few lives that intersect in a thousand groups who do poweremocore 90s and then inevitably end in the acoustic singer-songwriter Owen and The City On Film.
not resist putting a little 'chitarrina of pure, Lisa takes the opportunity to go to the bathroom. I do not understand if there is a link.
Art Of Wind - Land Of The Machaon
Dashboard Confessional (Regina Spektor cover) - Better
Good. Rare are those emotions that you feel to conduct a bet with this uzzettina heading now historic Radiofragola. Assuming that a radio there, how long must we wait to hearing from you in this broadcast?
Not too much.
Mino
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
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Why I Fear Negrita 'You have to shoot?
To understand who is responsible for the music of dovetespararmi, track and possibly kill him, listen to the episode . Special guest: Lisa Utilities' Zero !
Soon the post with the sense, the 'cause and the wherefores.
Mino 
To understand who is responsible for the music of dovetespararmi, track and possibly kill him, listen to the episode . Special guest: Lisa Utilities' Zero !
Soon the post with the sense, the 'cause and the wherefores.
Mino
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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Year: 2004
pp. 78 Euro 5.00
The book Guide in your pocket on the standing of consumers with useful information to the traveler and the Tourists on and standards, laws and interests relating transport, housing i, organization, sometimes misleading information services.
The author : Vincent Giaquinto Esterino nat or
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