Dita 4 – Pedaling and grumpy 21.04.2019

Realistic does not know what to write before I’ve got 2 different pedals and are a bit more surprising than the other one. A pedal made on Saturday where I pedaled only in the village of J which is 21 Km but I pedaled also on Sunday and I was in the village of SH, I went with M, L, H. When I was planning to pedal on Sunday, I only discussed with M, he was working all week, but Saturday was working as well, while only on Sunday there is a break. I talked to M where he wanted to pedal how much he saw my posts where I was bicyclist commenting and says why did not you notify me and so so leave no room for these comments on always on Sundays and crashes and asks where there is a desire to go. When he told me where I thought I could go, I suggested some places where we could just go and taste nature and greenery, apparently he needed a place where not only to rush but to relax. Ater chose to go to the third place that I suggested in the village of SH where there is a horse track, and that the road to the horseshoe where we would go to offer a peasant landscape with a variety of colors that offer the broad slim fields that have just look at this season. M suggested asking if they wanted to join us in the pedal and L, I did not object because they are very respectful boys and I always spend them very well in their company. I started off at 10:00 AM from my house, we took a little bit of a ride and a bicycle of a friend, L and H did not have personal bicycles, someone took my bike while the other took our bicycle R bike. (I do not understand myself when I’m not on PC I think I’m coming to write, now that I’m here before the keyboard is headache and I focus on what I want to go :() I’m leaving not by the road the mainstay that is often used to enter the village of SH, it is a road that does not promise a good infrastructure but it is overcrowded in comparison to the road I chose and we approve it all together to travel from that road. The road provided us with the infrastructure good but not too much movement of the vehicles which often become annoying for the pedal. I used my bicycle course I set up a small mirror which seemed to me a lot of help for bicycles but I was still not feeling comfortable with the bike (I’m not concentrating, I’m breaking the script and I’m leaving for meetings, if I’m more focused on the meeting).

Day 3 – Day of sowing 16.04.2019

Today we finally opened the weather, the sun temperatures 20 degrees Celsius. I had some
days that I had worked at the grandfather’s home to plant any thrust
or vegetable. The day I was doing the job I was thinking of tomorrow or afternoon
I went and did it and planted, but that same day at dinner I came to life
my second daughter and I could not do what I thought about planting
made after almost 1 month. It would be good if planting had been made
in March before those rains that are now falling because of the rain they do well
well the herbs compared to the water of the cesmes. When I went to Stonewall today
even though the earth had worked and had turned it back there
head some grass rows and other shrubs. I was forced to
gerbil and one in the areas where the grass was just emerging. I did not know how
I shared the planting plots for the better I seemed to have done
lemsh: p. This land I am planting is the property of my grandfather who is
I have been transferred to the property of my tiny daughters living in it. When this land
my grandfather kept it up, it was very green with many kinds of trees
fruit and vegetables, when my grandfather changed his life there he did nothing to him
then exactly that the bushes and the thorns were reigned. Survived lemon trees,
orange, apricot, plum, call. Unfortunately two trees went out to 2 years with
when lemon and oranges fell. As time went on with me
I was sorry for this land and I did it because I was at work from 6 am
of the morning until 6 o’clock in the evening teaching. When he went bankrupt
the university where I gave the lesson I started to do more to maintain them
cleanse and crunch the trees, while to plant not this year went with me
I want to try it. I did not sow that there is neither water nor light
it’s a deep 2m deep well, so I plant a plant so much that it can keep it
irrigation well. At first when I began to intensely pick up the basin I took
even two friends to help me make a lot of rubbish and I do not
I can only go out there, it was F that helped me a lot but it was time to not
I met and A. As a reward for the help I was giving I started
fire with the debris we had gathered and the berxolla pork and wine merit,
now I recall that even after we had the jade it was worth it that we passed
very good with each other by making jokes. Now that i’m writing is dt
18.04.2018 I did not have time to write since I was after B was married
with his work, he left Italy today, B is a very hearty peasant
clean and very righteous man. When he left Italy he took with him and the seed
vegetables to plant in IT because the owner owns a property that does not
uses and leaves B to use it and do whatever he wants when he was there
telling me he was exhausted by working the land he planted and one
the other part that has been ready to sow. The seeds that got nag here are bracelets
and the breed, he wanted to eat and other types of vegetables but he did not get up
how you got on the plane because they would crash but were afraid they would not
they allowed it, and I will launch it with a bus going to the state where it is
live . I hope these vegetable and fruit seeds that I will not let go
dry or do not break that it takes 3 days to get the luggage up to
destination. I told her some of her to come to the house where I worked
but there was no time but it seemed to me not like … I’m trying
I write a few stories that I write that it is time to write a lot
but also to bring you more often. I feel free now that I have one
on-line diary I thought my thoughts and happenings.

Day 2 – Country Side 13.04.2019

Village EL

Yesterday I was in the home village of my father-in-law. I like the very village, it is a feeling of peace, meditation, desire to live, force for days in continuity. This kind of energy from the village and from the rural ones that I see by working without complaining and tiring, this is probably a routine they do every day and for the peasants themselves that I think may look something out of the workflow and their daily thoughts, but for me it is a kind of meditation, unparalleled peace. In general, I like the workers and the peasants because you have what to learn from these people, are people who face every day with the sufferings and sacrifices. But I also feel myself somewhat rustic because I have my emigrant mother’s house who have been reluctant to care for me and there I look after the territory of this property for the time being that they do not grow bush indefinitely and it is impossible to visit as an object. In fact, when my grandfather was alive, he maintained this land and sowed various types of vegetables. Recently I started to attract me the idea of ​​different vegetables and fruits, to the EL village I was giving the cornfield to plant in this land. We went to my brother-in-law’s brother’s home where my mother-in-law’s mother lives, while my father has been living for many years. When I get off the bus I meet some of the villagers who know the gods but I also know, I know because I’ve been here many times in this village and have met many times with these people, the first person we met is not a bad person but the problem lies with the children his ! He works and lives in this village of EL, while his children live in Italy, this person lives well and we can say that there are no ungulates that have ordinary peasants because he has built a neighborhood on the main street and works there together his wife. His children are in Italy one in the prison while the other has espuls and lives in Italy hidden, this makes this man not live calm and like every villager tired and troubled, he has more stress and stress temptations that bring their children to emigration. Let’s get inside the village, my father-in-law has been away from his hometown EL for years since we met with the friends we met at the entrance of the village and we were walking toward the road to the vemijeris house and the home where my father-in-law B was born. The street was green and different trees such as olive trees, oranges, lemons, peaches, pears, tangerines, etc., B was very colorful for these lands that he had spent as much in his childhood and youth. While I was looking at this kind of nostalgia, I understood from the way he talked to the village about the type of soil that is very nourishing for plants for the areas that we passed along the road that were really very poor for vegetation and seasonal planting. Here in our country Albania has a problem that has been inherited from communism and so it will remain in the life of the seemingly “Land and property” starting from being in trials with these property and inheritance to my father-in-law that his brothers and his father have not inherited anything from their wealth from the reckless lands they enjoy, not even one hectare of land owned by them, this is called a babe. The house of the brother B where we would go has two entrances as it is on a large land and there are other buildings around. In front of the house is a large 3-storey villa, which is one of B’s ​​brothers, B did not want to enter the brother’s home from the door where the left side is the entrance to the 3rd floor of the brother P because B was Angry with P. During our good luck visit we did not meet P did not look around the house, or exactly saw us and had no wish nor he belonged to us. When we visit D’s brother’s home and Mother B’s mother, this scene is always touching me when B belongs to her mother, he lives in Italy and returns 1 year a year or after 2 years and prays for his mother old and sick is always knife in the heart. There was also D’s wife and daughter, the girl with pain she is a bit late even though she is in the 8th grade of brain capacity yet as little as a 9 year old girl. When I entered the kitchen where they were usually I noticed a big difference compared to a town house! Keep staring even though time has started to warm up by being in April, I took off my room in my house since entering March. But I give it the right to keep the burning stove because B’s mother is old and inexpensive to and cold when I met and extended my hand when I entered the house with very cold hands although the temperature in the kitchen could be 20 or 22 degrees celsius. The man of this house had at least 1 year or more who had fled to emigration and seemed to have a man’s hand in this house. The kitchen in which was the base room of the house that was beaten by many days was a room (a kitchen) that had a grayish gray color with shades shrunk in the dark gray of the smoke blowing the stove. Not having a man’s hand, the kitchen was degraded as far as the repair part was concerned. Something made me impress when I entered the kitchen (the kitchen is the room where most of the day’s cooking and where to cook) the TV was broadcasting a show that could look very nice to a very nice kitchen or a very nice room with flower vases distributed in a very nice gorme that gave the room a very taste and warmth, had been painted in a bushy color while the ceiling was in a cream color where everything went to prefesion and to dream of being in those environments. The reason that attracted attention was that these people see many cultured and developed shows, but the accommodation of this house was quite desirable starting with the cleanliness, the furniture, the way the wood was used and the non-hygienic way cooked. While I was looking at this kind of nostalgia, I understood from the way he talked to the village about the type of soil that is very nourishing for plants for the areas that we passed along the road that were really very poor for vegetation and seasonal planting. Here in our country Albania has a problem that has been inherited from communism and so it will remain in the life of the seemingly “Land and property” starting from being in trials with these property and inheritance to my father-in-law that his brothers and his father have not inherited anything from their wealth from the reckless lands they enjoy, not even one hectare of land owned by them, this is called a babe. The house of the brother B where we would go has two entrances as it is on a large land and there are other buildings around. In front of the house is a large 3-storey villa, which is one of B’s ​​brothers, B did not want to enter the brother’s home from the door where the left side is the entrance to the 3rd floor of the brother P because B was Angry with P. During our good luck visit we did not meet P did not look around the house, or exactly saw us and had no wish nor he belonged to us. When we visit D’s brother’s home and Mother B’s mother, this scene is always touching me when B belongs to her mother, he lives in Italy and returns 1 year a year or after 2 years and prays for his mother old and sick is always knife in the heart. There was also D’s wife and daughter, the girl with pain she is a bit late even though she is in the 8th grade of brain capacity yet as little as a 9 year old girl. When I entered the kitchen where they were usually I noticed a big difference compared to a town house! Keep staring even though time has started to warm up by being in April, I took off my room in my house since entering March. But I give it the right to keep the burning stove because B’s mother is old and inexpensive to and cold when I met and extended my hand when I entered the house with very cold hands although the temperature in the kitchen could be 20 or 22 degrees celsius. The man of this house had at least 1 year or more who had fled to emigration and seemed to have a man’s hand in this house. The kitchen in which was the base room of the house that was beaten by many days was a room (a kitchen) that had a grayish gray color with shades shrunk in the dark gray of the smoke blowing the stove. Not having a man’s hand, the kitchen was degraded as far as the repair part was concerned. Something made me impress when I entered the kitchen (the kitchen is the room where most of the day’s cooking and where to cook) the TV was broadcasting a show that could look very nice to a very nice kitchen or a very nice room with flower vases distributed in a very nice gorme that gave the room a very taste and warmth, had been painted in a bushy color while the ceiling was in a cream color where everything went to prefesion and to dream of being in those environments. The reason that attracted attention was that these people see many cultured and developed shows, but the accommodation of this house was quite desirable starting with the cleanliness, the furniture, the way the wood was used and the non-hygienic way cooked.

Day 1 – Broken Pencil

Yesterday was a rainy day and a lot of bleak times. I woke up at 10 o’clock as usual, an old habit that when I was out of work. I thought I would read it to finish the book chapter that I left half the evening gone. when I was thinking I had mail to get because I packed every day.In addition to the usual custom orders I had to take, I would send a message I ordered from within the country. Packages coming from within the state are free but do not come in the same mail with the other packages. It was the second day I went to this office to get the books I had ordered but again they did not come. I was told by a postman and had sent me a message at home , woow finally a bundle that is sent to me at home. It may seem surprising but usually i not get them in the mail they do not bring us home. But since every letter goes down the house to the store I thought call j and ask him if any package came for me, he said yes uffff i was happy.I said And why do not you, if you did not ask me you said 😄 it’s always comfortable from the dick I say. Finally I had two journal books from communist torture at the Spaç prison. I was thinking of going out for A coffee with A, but he’s never meticulously always pushing things for later. Later when he told me come to coffee I was picking up, because I was sticking to the blog where I would post my thoughts and happenings. But not only this, I actually went to coffee and I was waiting for it but was later delayed R who is the owner of the premises had told me to change the menus of the premises. And then I started to modify the menus of the cafeteria after I finished the menus I said I was going to cut it and plasticize it even though it was raining. So I hooked my bike and started it was a rain fine when I started but that was added along the way. That was no more but the worst thing is that I did not find the right person to know how to print these menus but I found his father. I went to wait for maybe he would print the menus, but in vain he told me a lot of justifications I did not wait any longer but I went back to the afternoon when he was his son. But I was so tired of it, not that I was tired of seeing that I never fuck and ever bicycle moving, but more that was laga. That was the reason I went back to A for coffee. As I was standing in the PC I took a coffee from the house, because I did not want to sleep and I was tempted to sleep or not. But I really did not want to sleep because I feel like lazy, but I did not do much physical activity because it was very bad time. In dreary or sunny times I pedal through the green villages of my city but also outside it, mmm that I miss these long pedals now that I think. But when you are a parent for the second time, many things are limited but I will never give up pedaling and pedaling. Now that I’m writing, I do not know where to stop, so I’m thinking of getting shortened somehow because I’ll have time to write a lot of stories and different happenings (now that I am writing I’m traveling with A to the airport, it is falling, the road does not look good because it is very dark) I and A we met in the evening at the R restaurant and relaxed by cognac. I always peek at the evenings, never during the day while A pin always when coming back from the goddess: p. Then all the monotonous and ordinary things, apart from something that came to my head, I was reading a novel by a writer who was convicted of communism at the Spaç prison when I returned the book page with 2 sheets of paper . I started to stand up and take the razor to share, I used the pennant that I kept on the lookout. I dragged the pen from top to bottom and I thought it was split, but the pen was broken, and it was too short. I said that there was not a very strong child and I tried it again, but the pencil continued to break, as though this story that was still being read did not want to be introduced! But when I read this story, I realized that it was a really sad story that actually depicts the story of such a brave man. These are stories that I will tell in my ongoing blog.

Diary Thoughts Unlimited

Hello friends, this will be my diary a space of unlimited thoughts. This is for me a kind of privacy. Make some thoughts away from friends and away from everyday people. In this blog I will not think twice about the things that will post, will be free thoughts. I see many people who have their own blogs and express unlimited thoughts but that they are simply anonymous people who do not have friends and do not know anyone about the posts they make. I will accept any negative and positive comments.