Simpsons Hit Run Gdje Kupiti

Hedgehoging

Photo: Saskia Schultz-Marjanna

(The giftedness) To my knowledge this word did not exist. Until now. I hardly tried to find something equivalent to the quality of the German word „einigeln". Then I thought „Why not let the picture evolve through the one-by-one translation into English"?

I believe it‘s more than fair to have the English language benefit from the richness of other cultures. All in life is about balance, so let‘s donate some words back to our friends in the English-speaking countries. A little thank you to them for tolerating our sometimes limited and violent use of their language.

Back to the hedgehog. Actually they should be winter sleeping these days - not to bad as an idea to escape the current cold and fog... Why do I bring this phrase up? Well, I‘m actually struggling a bit with it in conjunction with the Swiss. Is Berne still hedgehoging itself that much from the rest of the world as it used to in the past? Banker‘s secrecy is dissolving, passport controls (at least for EU citizens) have disappeared and the first Guantanamo captive from Uzbekistan was accomodated by Geneva two days ago. So, tell me, where are the quills? Am I ignoring them? Do I see things through rose-coloured glasses?

reported from Switzerland: Saskia-Marjanna Schulz

Bridesmaid Dresses Clover And Yellow

discretion

Photo: Saskia-Marjanna Schulz

(The Giftedness) If someone asked me how I would describe the caracter of a typical Swiss person - good morning to the stereotyped thinking ;-)) - I would certainly name search aspects as modesty, correctness and accuracy.

To give you some examples: I'm invited for dinner at a friends house, some other folks are joining. We have a great evening all together without anyone talking their jobs. The next day I understand that the woman who enjoyed us all with her amazing story-telling that night is
a Swiss embassador. Wow.

What do I mean by correctness? Is it the world of the tailor-made suit wearing bankers from Zurich Bahnhofstrasse, making headlines in these times of economical changes?

Not necessarily. Imagine your beloved piece of jewelry, in my case a marvelous ring, get‘s lost. I took it off for handwashing whilst being at cafe Sprüngli. The bad thing: I only realized some time after when the cafe had already closed. To make it short: An honest unknown found it and handed it in. Lucky and thankful me! I bet, in any other place on this planet I wouldn‘t have seen my jewel back. By the way, the chocolate brioche at Sprünglis tastes even better since then!

You might argue now that there‘s not a big difference between correctness and accuracy. Probably right. Still, accuracy evolves a different set of pictures in my mind. The well marketed and praised Swiss accuracy is not only enhancing the Swiss watch industry. It is also visible on a biweekly basis to everyone out in the street. Where? Well, get out for a walk on Tuesday morning in my quarter in Zurich and you will spot piles of paper tied up carefully, all having the same shape. Not only can you tell from the accuracy of the bundle what the caracter of people packing these will be. I can assure you, you will often be amazed by the patience and affection that sits in these piles. To put it clear: I'm talking waste paper, not grandmas birthday parcel!

Still I do not understand one thing: This adorable nation, why do they call their menu "a discretion" to say "all you can eat"? Is this a case of Swiss discretion?

reported from Switzerland: Saskia Schultz-Marjanna

Snipe Sailboat Measures

A carnival Malmedy

(The giftedness) The so-called "fifth season" is in full swing. A ceremonial meeting follows another, it is sung, laughed and geschunkelt ... and many a Maid "jebützt" ... The Rhenish carnival has its own laws. Many plunge into the turmoil, some fleeing the "prescribed" cheerfulness ...

But what really make the neighbors? Carnival is also celebrated in other places, and have done so for centuries. I want to take you today, once on the Belgian border, in the place where I first saw the light of the world have: Malmedy, "lu p'tite ville à des Fagnes pi" (the small town at the foot of the High Fens).

The Malmedy carnival is first mentioned in 1459. He is a street carnival, which experienced its peak just as the Rhenish carnival on the weekend before Ash Wednesday. It starts but softly and secretly already 4 weeks prior to the respective "Fat Thursday." Only for the children, then for the older generation, then quite wild and foolish in the third week, then on the last Thursday before Mardi Gras but relatively moderate to expire, so not really comparable to the Thursday of women "in Cologne.

is Officially going on Saturday afternoon when the "Trouvlê" will hand over the reins of the city from the hand of the mayor. The unofficial opening of the carnival - a former insider type, but is now also found in the catering - the night of Friday on the Saturday when the clock at 0.00 "Marche du Trouvlê" is played in a pub. Many a contemporary (the author too) has already forgotten about time the place and time!

go after the city administration is meant by the "Big Police" (the fat police) to the 4 corners of town to be with gun salutes the city's population also reported to the start of the main carnival time. The following are the processions of the individual music clubs in the city (there are 7 pieces in a population of just under 6,500 in the city itself).

The big day is Sunday, when the train winds its way like a tape worm through the narrow streets of the quaint town. DC um13.00 is the start after the main square, the "Dance dû Mesnier" taken place. The Malmedy Carnival thrives on tradition, traditional costumes and masks as the "Haguète", the "Long-Né", the "Long-Bresse", the "Long-Ramon", etc ... constitute either old jobs, or even what the citizen has presented in recent centuries in a black African (the "Sâvedje"). Additionally, we are again the local music clubs, which represent a very specific theme each year in appropriate costumes and music. At about four, half past four, the train can dissolve it into the "Bane Corante" on the "conveyor belt", so that in good Weather still looks to late into the night, the masked strip through town.

Monday it is then still in the city ... at least apparently. Runs the risk of who knows some locals and in a de runs many small pubs ... Outside, the two choirs of the city bring in a satirical form of the misfortunes of many citizens to the best.

The major conclusion is then on Tuesday to pull out next to a "traditional wedding social," then the "Ardennais" by the hundreds around the city, only to burn about 19:00 clock, the "Haguète" in the market place on a huge pyre. .. The official end of Carnival has begun. But who knows the Malmedy ... Exactly. For that is far from the end ... usually he always comes early in the morning of Ash Wednesday again at home, often with plenty of sleep loss ... Many do it not therefore continue with the traditional herring dinner on Wednesday evening ...

And, dear readers and dear readers to get a little pleasure? Then visit my home town on 14 February 2010, and a bit of fun. If you are not a carnival friend, so it's not bad ... a visit to Malmedy and the surrounding area is worth over the whole year.

http://www.malmedy.be/de/Tourisme/folklore-et-carnaval/le-carnaval/
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Carnaval+de+Malmedy&search_type=&aq=f

the author: André Leyens, born in 1963, is in German-born French Belgium. Université de Liège - Belgium - he studied engineering and graduated from the Civil Engineering Electromécanicien, Tendance Mécanique (Dipl.-Ing). After six years as a manager, he settled for the Money train coach. Today he practices, "Finance to touch" - as a consultant, trainer and guest lecturer at the European University of Applied Sciences (EUFH) Brühl. Leyens is a single father, played football and badminton in his spare time and played with friends. Another passion is reading. He is a blogger and money committed to education in finance - so that everyone can have fun and understand it: http://www.fizuma.blogspot.com/ ; http://www.av -fizuma.blogspot.com / ; http://www.kids-fizuma.blogspot.com/

No Cd The Elder Scrolls 3

Impression

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Wedding Dress Thats 99

The High Fens

A short story

(The giftedness) It had the snowed all day. The forest stretched away on all sides of the road. It was quiet, had up on the occasional call of an owl sitting high in the branches of the pines and prepare for their nightly hunt, the slight rustling of the wind in the trees and the crunch of his shoes on the frozen ground.

He wandered for hours through the night already, painfully struggling through the snow drifts. He was tired. Hunger and thirst tormented him. And he was cold terribly in his dress, everything was just not adjusted to the weather conditions.

When he was broken early in the morning on his walk, had nothing on this sudden change of weather . Close Apart from the locals ... which would have probably know ... and if he was honest, he had to admit that he had been modified over breakfast at the hotel but warned somehow. But these well-intended information he had just beaten in the wind like the warnings of the old men he had learned about yesterday evening at the hotel bar and that he had told of his plan, a long hike through the High Moor to make ...

Even the hint, but not in winter loszugehen without a guide, he had dismissed as a kiddie and simply ignored. Mentally he had done it ridiculous, yes mothered almost to a leader or even to join a larger group.

It did not help .... He had brewed the soup and he would also have to spoon. It would be ridiculous if he did not find the hotel ...

Slowly but broke one night on this vast plateau, and the thick blanket of snow had the landscape been so uniform that really a corner of the other possible ... Did not he just already crossed exactly this way? Again, this spruce grove he was still known before somehow ... or not?

It was heartbreaking, and gradually he had to admit he had lost his way and absolutely no idea where he just was. He was trembling all over and the reason was not just the cold, which is now where it was dark, had strengthened again ....

course he had not thought to bring along a flashlight, he wanted to be a long night come home again. And now he had to in the glow of his lighter look for a path through the forest. Although the snow reflected the small flame, but he could not avoid stumbling over again or even to fall, because he here and there, roots, stones or small bumps on the ground overlooked. Several times already he had slipped from the wooden bridges that were built in part on the roads. At last fall, he had a painful cut on the right shin drawn ... He felt his pants by the blood from the wound

stuck ... And then it happened again ... A moment of inattention and it really stuck again ankle deep in mud. The High Fens was traversed by such a moor-like sections, from which the locals used to have still won won peat for heating ... He was interested in this now less, but only and alone concerned him the question, how should he come out ... It did not help. The more he tried, the deeper he sank to his left leg a ... Finally he managed to free his foot again, but his shoes remained in the mud His search was unsuccessful stuck ... ... the shoe was gone ...
It took a minute and his sock was soaked ... Now he grabbed the naked panic. How could he ever survive this?

He trudged on through the snow, praying softly to himself. Should this be the end? He, who wanted to make a career of life was still to come, he should fail in this oh-so-simple test?

He thought of his family he had left for this short vacation at home. He wanted to be alone again, he had said at parting. He wanted to refuel. Thinking about one or the other thoroughly.

He wished his Would love for him. What would he say anything to them? When he had told them the last time that he loved her, that he could not live without them? It was a long time ago that he had to admit ...

And the fight with his wife last Sunday ... from the current view was he was absolutely unnecessary. A trifle, which he once again had excited her. What was it for? He could not at first remember it until it suddenly occurred to him again: his wife had once complained that he was so rarely home and never take care of the children ... Once again, the conversation escalated until they are at end of all the Head had thrown ... Not a good thing! The day after he had left sulking ... His wife had said nothing ....

He wandered here through this inhospitable region ... He would call here and now .. Why had not previously thought of it. He felt really stupid ... a call and he could probably see and get to safety ... He patted his pockets: the pants, the shirt, the jacket to find ... nothing. Where was this damn phone? Earlier, he had always cursing the bone phone, because they were so unwieldy, and each jacket bulge ... now they had become so small that he apparently had difficulty in his device The track ... but could not be, right? He was always hectic, but took time in all the pockets .. But his idea was bad: it seems certain he had lost. In any case he could find it nowhere ...

The despair of his precarious position could shoot the tears in his eyes. He fell to the ground and wept bitterly ...

They found him in the spring after the snow melt ... his features petrified, cramped hands ... and his cell phone, which was only three feet away from him under a root. The darkness and fear, it did not let him see!


the author: André Leyens, born 1963, is born in the German-French Belgium. Université de Liège - Belgium - he studied engineering and graduated from the Civil Engineering Electromécanicien, Tendance Mécanique (Dipl.-Ing). After six years as a manager, he settled for the Money train coach. Today he practices, "Finance to touch" - as a consultant, trainer and guest lecturer at the European University of Applied Sciences (EUFH) Brühl. Leyens is a single father, played football and badminton in his spare time and played with friends. Another passion is reading. He is a blogger and money committed to education in finance - so that everyone understand and fun can have it: http://www.fizuma.blogspot.com/ ; http://www.av-fizuma.blogspot.com/ ;
http://www.kids-fizuma.blogspot.com/

Sharp Elbow Pain Touched

Pro helvetii

(The giftedness) Chrüütertee - with a guttural 'r' talk, which falls down the palate almost and afterwards, a leisurely long-drawn 'ü'. Three times repeat.

I just learned my first official schwyzerdüütsches word. Perched on a Graubündner Mountain, it is the last day of 2009. Six pairs of open, happy eyes are on me and encourage me to learn even more like the New Year's greetings in different dialects. This opens a new window in auditory picture book in Switzerland for me.

Speaking languages. How many languages do you speak like that? I mean, so in everyday life and without sapping Schalterumlegen in the brain? I am amazed almost daily for the Sprachenpottpourri that blows towards me here in Zurich and I sometimes fogging. For example, the mothers in the Public juggle the galloping pace with their children in three languages. Why? Stains the general trilogy of German, French and Italian from (the Romansh I come here sometimes under the table) that looks at me constantly about product packaging? How much like to speak a Swiss language well over the day, if statistically one in five conversation partners in this country is a non-Swiss?

Anyway, I'm impressed by the voice and artistry of the Confederates had made before to expand my vocabulary in Schwyzerdüütschen. Even if it initially sounds strange.

reported from Switzerland: Saskia Schultz-Marjanna
Photo: Saskia Schultz-Marjanna