This weekend I have retired completely and not leave the house - just like one of my friends, The confessed to me that they are, if you threaten to grow the work of the head at the weekend favorite with a good book in bed "crawl". Here me the story of the old Indian is sunken, the hitchhiked across America and after a while asked his driver to stop and let him just rest. This is perhaps the most past history in my mind, it was a school reading and I must have read with less than 10 years. I am very sad that I no longer have the reader, although I am convinced that disappoint me reading the story today would - you know this after a while the man was driving, of course, go on again, but his passenger, the Indian who had now got out and sat down next to the car at the roadside on a stone made, no signs of wanting to continue the journey. The driver then got out, walked up to the old Indian, and asked him, he half asked him if he did not want to enter again and continue. Then answers: "Sure, but I have to wait until my body until my soul has once again caught up."
comment a girlfriend with a poem from Bertolt Brecht's "Buckower Elegies:
I sit by the roadside
The driver changes the wheel
I do not like where I come from.
I'm not happy where I go.
Why do I see the wheel change
With impatience?
Tue, 12/14/2010
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