Lyric Baddest Ruffest - Backyard Dog

At Ismailia in Egypt, there a. ..

A our close call, Foad arrives in 20 minutes. The reunion is warm. Since we do not have access to internet, we have no idea of the program he has concocted. One starts, then comes back after 5 minutes to take our bags and leave the hotel. We sleep with him. It takes us first to his sister, or you arrive after 15 minutes by minibus. The apartment the ground floor is spacious and beautiful: a double living room, carpeted floor and the walls are bordered by armchairs and sofas. The TV is on constantly. Happy presence that avoids the "white in the conversation. Foad selects channels in English, with subtitles in Arabic. We see mostly Nanard, but also some good movies.

W arda's sister Foad, is delighted to receive us. Her husband, Ahmed, is also very welcoming, but he goes to nap, because he works nights as cammionneur: he toured the farms to bring chickens to market. Their treasure, c is Habiba, "little love", their one year old daughter who adores us. We look at family photos, there is also lots of pictures. Magali Warda assists in the preparation of fish and rice pilaf. The meal is presented on a large platter. We eat fish, pan-fried with garlic sauce, a hand, which is very handy for removing bones. Eaten, while Habib caper. She has a walker for your baby, very useful because it can run around without getting hurt, and without being able to catch things as bad as ashtray.

After nightfall, around 17h, Foad takes us by the lake near the Suez Canal. The place is one of the outputs of the usual locals. We are embarking on a boat "disco". Lights & Projectors dasn every sense, a sound background, a dozen girls (veils) dance for fun, while the boat made ripples in the water. We never did that all alone, but we have good memories. Foad has flashes on one of the dancers, as we take a picture. A good time before returning. The apartment inhabited

Foad with his mother is less chic than Warda, but still, spacious and confortable4. There is no satellite, then the only channel in English is Top Movies, which passed as horror movies. We laugh, and Foad added to his vocabulary of English slogan for the chain: Freeze Your Blood! We finally opted for a chain that passed the old Arab films in black and white. P ar lucky, one of them is subtitled in french. It's great to say we spent the day together, while Foad was just fifty words of English, and we are ten in Arabic. However, we understand so well! His friend Ima rejoin us in the evening speaks better English. He often seeks his words, but understands what they say, and you can really discuss. We go to bed at midnight, Foad's room, both dressed in galabia (djelaba) lent. We sleep like babies, and you emerge around 11am the next morning.

The breakfast, we eat on the ground on a plateau, consists ful, cucumbers, cheese and tomatoes, as is eaten by hand with bread. It's good and keeps its body. Then party visited IMA. Along the way we watch Foad workshop where he works. It is craftman. We met his boss, a friendly man with a mustache that we offer two Fantas. Ima lives with her parents with her grandmother, on the 4th floor of a building. He has a computer, but internet does not work today. We watch videos and listen to songs, including Mohammed Foad, a famous singer do not name became the nickname "Foad", as our friend has the same voice: it's great to hear him sing. Taking tea. Amusing to note here the question is not "with or without sugar," but whether we want two or cuilleres trios!

On the balcony or Foad Ima and smoke their cigarettes on the sly dry bikini fetish Ima. This is one of the football team of Ismailia, one of the prides of the city. One of the best trios teams from Egypt, and the glory of being the first Arab team to win the African Cup of Champions Clubs.

In the after-noon they left the mother and the grandmother of IMA to go to the Suez Canal. We're going as "Zarlula", ie in a rickety Seat of a respectable age, mine, dating from 1982. Foad Steering Wheel has just shift gears. Zarlula hold often, and sometimes refuses to reboot, so Im pushing and I go out. The horn not working. The lights and twinkling, but the knobs are broken and you have to push the remains of the fingertips. B M any defaults against a real quality: Zarlula roll! She rolls, and takes us to the Suez Canal, we crossed on a barge. Impressive to see an oil tanker passing between two strips of desert. Foad and Ima take us to the memorial of the wars against Israel. Ima recounts his military service, performs Inthe Sinai. As it was a good shot, he had more permissions. Foad did not. Funny system in Egypt, where only the natives of a certain month of the year are required to serve. You visit a sort of giant statue shaped bayonet. Inside, paintings war before which Foad takes poses heroic.

New Zarlula ride, and here we are at the bus station, where one learns that the only bus to Nuweiba from a 21h. One hesitates to leave that night, but we are guests in Warda. Stay a day longer do we have a problem that only because we are a total load of Foad. It remains, and we slip a few bills under the mattress, as both his home we hit, we all genes are unable to share the costs.

So we took advantage of chickens and macaroni Warda, another feast! Habiba is in great shape, too happy we found. Ahmed is awakened. It costs a wonder combines truck Peugeot in France and wants me to resell it in one! Magali and play three-Warda p'tits-cats. At the tele, Nicolas Cage saves the world. It is after midnight when we go to bed.

We're exhausted, and we barely get up at noon. Foad takes us into town. We drink tea and an infusion of anise in a shop has water filters, or working one of his friends, then on to ONV internet to use Google Translator and talk a little bit better. Fast enough, Foad wondering if you can write him a letter of invitation to come to France. Of course we can, but e ons doubt that this is not so simple. You look online, and it is sickening. Touristqieu for a visa, you must provide more than 15 different documents, including pay slips, bank statements and insurance certificates. In a country where much of the economy is informal, this results in clear "no gooks with us!" We are deeply ashamed of our country.

We return from IMA. His mother greets us with a beaming smile, that of the grandmother was half blind, but happy to know that we here, really warms the heart. Luckily, internet is working, so we can extend the discussion, and especially show our blog, Foad reads Arabic thanks to Google Translator. The translation must often be incomprehensible, but then it should give an idea of what they say. The morning after passes slowly. We spent the evening in the studio or Foad and Ima bossent with friends. They make souvenirs for tourists that are sold Sharm el-Sheikh. D role to see this between-dusty soil, with a mass of horned sheep. Mohammed and we oofrent Slam necklaces and a small drum, do not we get to see the production, with a piece of PVC pipe to the soundboard, and rosary beads at the end of a string. Last ride Zarlula, and here we are on the bus, planned a 21h, which starts at midnight. Funny print only to find ourselves, after a fantastic day and memorable trios. We do not know when, but we will return to see friends Ismailia!

Getting Discoloations Out Of White Dogs

Alpha Women

"It is an indisputable fact that in a movie, there is no screen on the living human being. But there is something human, unlike anything we know. We can take stick to our simple description of something human like "in our presence while we are not in hers" (found in front of him because we watch, but not present for him )[...] And Humphrey Bogart was both a talented actor and a subject entering a camera. This is the case for some people, but there are so few that it is surprising that we continue to use the word "actor" instead word of the finest and fairest "star" celebs, stars are made only to be observed from afar, after the fact, predict their actions and our projects. Finally, we must note in what sense the creation of an interpreter (on screen) is also creating a character - not what kind of characters created by an author, but one that some people are real: a type. "
The projection of the world - Stanley Cavell

Bette Davis and Joan Crawford are the only two actresses who manage to terrify me literally on the screen, they can only afford to open their eyes angry as can mothers, alone make me want to turn the light to reassure me making visible the world's poor and more "real" which is around the screen, that look and anger were so for false . Is Marilyn Tippi Hedren can afford to do anything other than a lovely pout? There is something that changes with these women. Alone, with Barbara Stanwick, arrived to inspire the roles of "alpha woman" to developers. In their presence, the world Hollywood is reversed, the balance is reversed, the men are no longer in the middle of nothing but revolve around these beautiful monsters, Hitchcock never could film them, they would have squashed. A film Joan becomes the world or that of Bette, all bow in unison, and what needed to match their oversized ego is suddenly justified by the first image; they knew what they were wanting the best for themselves: it was indeed an entire industry working in their professional development. Young and old in their films in my mind they fail to be neither mother nor working girl or woman in love, or vamp, and throughout the film we do not think that to say "not you Bette / Joan, you know it's not you it, stop making me walk," they become credible when they give up their assigned role to take them as they are, they endlessly- same.

Bette Davis most often inspires a new type, on the sidelines of a kind well known: that of the bitch, one that imposes its whims other, that just fit around which the rest of the story. Joan is a mother but infinitely sweet temper, his face is made for the extremes. I talk about it because I was looking at pictures of Joan Crawford and I have to be overly excited by browsing through the archives http://www.legendaryjoancrawford.com/photos.html , trying to recognize in the face of vamp early decades, the most recognizable face, Brancusi , wide eyebrows, dark eyebrows and calmly continuing until the birth of the nose, lips finally large and oval. Through the chronological order of pictures is a face that seems to grow is something quite rare in actresses but moving to see: Bette recognizable at every moment that she I indescribably ironic that chases every frame. Joan is like Juliette Binoche and Nathalie Baye in their first films that do not realize yet the final form that will take their faces. This is not only the skin matures, it's all changing radically and almost tragically, as it is found to have white hair dint worry. I do not know what we hear those old picture of a world that no longer exists but is still young enough to impose its images, I do not know what purpose it was taking so many intimate pictures of these actors. Prosaically I would answer: for magazines. Or so I understand very well and I see this mass of photographs as a way to remedy the inadequacy of the physical star and inherent in every human being: limited in space and time. These photos can only be strengthened, to ensure that there is the illusion of a persistence in the multiplying and the freezing and despite the lack of pictures still speak Joan, he still says things about her, things that do not rot over time or as a result of a " Arabic phone, "but perfect in their ability to retain: where were these photos before landing on this blog? "The Save As" strengthen it considerably. The world formerly present only those photos that appear in its entirety is shocking. Everything is there, everything is rendered by the imagination, the limits of the photo are the limitations with which they can negotiate to extend. I also feel that these photos and they restore attendance does not just fascinate and nobody is fooled by a clear moral, a call for calm on which I'm thinking.

Reminds me of an anecdote: Emile, through there while I watched "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?" found Bette Davis scary, saying it looked like the witch in Snow White ... it is precisely Joan Crawford, who inspired the witch in his version "Young". He spoke of this wrath.

I had to turn on the light to find this picture of witch so she terrifies me still

What Is A Vhf/uhf Transformer

Alexandria, the city of Cairo Alexandrian

comfortable and fast train between Cairo and Alexandria is one of the best means of transportation we have experienced during the trip. It goes like the wind through the Nile Delta. Everything is green, everything is grown. The arrival in Alexandria is impressive. After a succession of fields is a row of buildings that mark the beginning of the city. In 20m, moving from one crop has a total planning. A RRIV in Alexandria, it's like to Marseille. The buildings are plush. The city is much more "bourgeois" as Cairo. There are modern shops all along the streets, telephony, photography, leather, clothes, shoes, bags, restaurants ... It's like being in a commecial center, and besides, we never managed to get their bearings in this maze of shopping streets.

were lunching with Mohamed Ahmed, a restaurant, always crowded, which serves a fantastic ful, served with falafel, lettuce, beets, turnips and vinegar humus. It's a full stomach and taste buds delighted that finally we see the Mediterranean Sea. Drole d'impression that the trip is over, even if the return is going to take a few weeks. You sit on the corniche, watching the blue sea.

The beach is beautiful, even if we regret it a bit so closely along with a 2x5 way that makes a devil's Rafuse. A week after it was along the odd on for 8km rejoindreun funny bridge stretched over a small bay with a beach. The place is strange, and you wonder who funded this work which allows for not only making a detour of 400m along the coast! Passing the opera, we discover that we have the chance to be present sle day of the musical Toutankamon. It is a festival to go that night. We took seats in the balcony, nearly full axis, and there will be orchestra and ballet. But on our arrival, we become disillusioned very quickly. The bouncer stopped us agrressif a "formal dress", which means that our clothes of backpackers are not adapted. Thank you for not having warned in purchasing tickets. It has yet Hopefully, as an elegant old gentleman (whom we learn that shortly after ets one of the businessmen most important of Alexandria) ensures that we can get anyway. We are treated like pariahs. When we brought the show has already started, not to shock the bourgeois in their Sunday best, and it puts us in an empty box, completemetn eccentric, hence we do not see the whole scene. The

e worst part is that in fact the show is pitiful. There are many ballet and orchestra, but the background music is a basic rock amp in too strong. The choreographies are caricatures of the Egypt of the pharaohs, with poses profile no end. The scenario is distressing, corny jokes. The musicians of the orchestra so bored they sometimes miss their time, which does not even bother the conductor, who also does this affect his pay for that. We realize how ridiculous the situation is with this bourgeoisie was wildly applauding a show of bad taste. This is the official release, where everyone is dressed very chic in the club closes, who wants aristocratic but marvel at the sub-Disney. It was part intermission, no regrets. More rewarding has been the visit of the great library of Alexandria. The site is magnificent, the corniche along the waterfront The main building is a plan circular and largely surrounded by water. On the esplanade, a black ball RIBBED contains the planetarium. Symbolically, it is the earth orbiting the sun. As Magali was a topic for his blog pro, we could really enjoy the place. First, a guided tour just for us, then we met the head of the library itself, and the service Francophonie. The museums in the basement are quite beautiful, but what is fantastic is the reading room as big as a train station. The natural lighting is designed so that sunlight never reaches the books directly. There are 7 different levels, of which ecoupent space in a human-sized portions. The place gives really want to read and study. We spend the day, it is almost 16h when we finished the interviews and we moved to the cafeteria, enjoy salads, cheese and tea! You are told that it seems to return to France! It returns the same day to take pictures from outside with a beautiful light.

On Saturday, we would like to leave in the morning, but there are only two trains in Ismailia, one at 4:30 (more than second class PLCE), and one 16h. That means we have a destination at night, or Internet is down. So we do not hear from our friend Foad, meets on the boat between Sudan and Egypt, which has invited us to visit him. It is expected to call it the next morning.

Mugeres Mayore En Panty

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The city of Cairo is one of the oldest in the world, but what strikes us when arriving is the impression of wealth, and return if not in Europe, at least in the world Mediterranean. It is very dense, full of buildings that often have ten floors, and populated by passenger cars causing endless traffic jams (except perhaps between 2 and 4 o'clock in the morning). The animation is relentless, and move proves a pleasure if you will stroll, a chore when fatigue is pushing us back. A nother impression back in France: the metro. We did not use from Calcutta. It was Vintage Paris has just arrived in the corridor, and for good reason: it was built by a French company. Everything is built on the model RATP counters, gates, subway trains, to tile in hallways and stairs that never end up and down.

We moved just north of the station, in a hotel in the promising name: Happy Dreams. It feels very good, in his quaint, furniture of the '60s, its terrace overlooking the city. Emil and Edward take turns to Home, assisted by a penguin and a real nice cartoon character: a little fat round-faced and jovial. Too bad there are so many cockroaches. Everything is in the neighborhood, Then there is our little habits: falafel sandwiches and chips in a greasy spoon, pastry corner of the street, not far behind Internet. In Cairo, people are always ready to inform us, we never really time to leave the card if it is lost. They like to talk a bit, or just to welcome us. In a 3 hour ride, there were 30 people who said "welcome", always with a delighted smile.

One of our priorities in the Egyptian capital was to conduct interviews for the blog pro Magali. We encounter a young bookseller for children, first in Egypt, installed near a neighborhood called Bolak because of weather or flood Nile Egyptian rhythm to life, in this place was a "beautiful lake", which only the name has survived. Interesting to see how Egypt is a Francophile. Another meeting: a young producer name is Sheriff, who wears a Superman T-Shirt. We spent the day with him and friends who are also working in publishing. I the invites us to eat a Koshari, Egyptian-based dish of noodles, lentils, chickpeas, tomato sauce Motions and fried onions, all with notes of white vinegar. We discuss everything and anything, ie Egypt. It means so that Sheriff invites us back two days later was able to uen gastronomic evening. Some spicy sausage sandwiches as an appetizer, then we'll smoke shisha and drinking mango juice in a bar dedicated to O m Khotom THE Egyptian singer star for years 50-60. Night walk in Old Cairo, a neighborhood certe tourism, but where people still live. Sheriff tells us the sport that has served close neighborhoods at night to protect themselves from thieves. The french, who occupied Egypt for 3 years under Napoleon, wanted to remove these gates, which earned them a full revolt. He is 23h when it comes to the restaurant: Prince. It is one of the best treats of the trip, certainly the upc opieux: humus e t cream eggplant appetizer, a plate of sausage and other meat, a molokhaye, ie a soup with garlic and a kind of local spinach, and especially the liver of camel, regal divine, and a tagine of cow tail for which I would sell my mother! We go by car and cross a bridge built by Eiffel. The place has so much character, dominating the northern tip of the island of Zamalek, he was used more than once as a movie set. Our stomachs are full to bursting, so we keep the dessert, a rice pudding to die for, for breakfast the next day. Yes, we picked a few pounds in Egypt!

course, we visited the Egyptian national museum. It's weird to find the tour or dump busload by tens and then the organization is not fantastic Egyptian : We spent three barages with control before entering the museum, and only the last we are told that the camera is forbidden, and highlights the need to set a al. Yet only once inside, the rooms are fantastic. Statues galore, but what we prefer, it is painted sarcophagi amount of detail from the gods, and a thousand wings of beetles mythological figures. The treasures of Toutankamon are also there, and I was fascinated by the life-size statue, wearing gold, which gives me the impression to understand the greatness of the pharaoh: the man god on earth . We spent three hours, the hunger that drove us out! The museum of art instead odern We were very disappointed. Some interesting paintings and sculptures, but we really felt to see the scabs. Finally, we have been at Giza, see the famous pyramids. It's funny, because it's a bit like the Taj Mahal. E n fact, we already knew we had seen so many pictures. Of course, it's impressive, and one wonders how they could move the huge blocks of stone. In addition, there were a few clouds so I could take some photos playing on shadow and light. Still, there is almost funny the way boxwood with the pupils who were laughing because we spoke three words of Arabic. However, we would regret not seeing this fascinating site, especially the verticality of the pyramids, a form that can only steal a math student.

Shave And Cut And Now Herpes

Arrogance of this - Heartbeats / Living Life at the ranch to ranch

"assessment expresses an attitude toward a work, a way of seeing, and it also expresses the reasons purporting to justify such an attitude is appropriate." C. Monroe Beardsley Contemporary aesthetics, Vrin

We all known people who enervated by reputation, even before they have encountered, the Heartbeats Xavier Dolan is a movie of this sort-there: interviews, reviews, posters, "hearsay" and trailer we almost discouraged to go there because it was so obvious that we would go. It is a film that even in his approach annoying, you can take it as you want but a boy of twenty years teaches us that acting suddenly, create, is the real intelligence. It's one of those movies-events in that criticism, or rather the opinions of people taken into account factors that should not be included in a critical position in first: age and insulting arrogance of its director, juxtaposed with old arguments jaded moviegoers and / or frustrated. A viewer comes warned about what he has to provide before their eyes, the trailer extremely aesthetic saying a lot, the campaign poster of great beauty too. In short, even before seeing the movie we were attacked by this strange and disturbing to be in contact with an unidentified work, escaping a pack of labels meant to make this movie awesome, harmless "hype" but more than that, "a film by bobos" but more than that yet.

Looking the Heartbeats we come into contact with a film of beauty outrageous, almost too easy as it convenes cinematic effects just because coarse than effective and that nobody is fooled: idle, adding an outdoor music to the stage, the obsessive work on color, contrasts, harmonies.

I asked myself the question: why the Heartbeats does not irritate me, I do not clench as he should have done and as happens to do a film which always goes hand in hand with a discourse on Youth as autistic in Life Ranch ? I'll try to respond reasoned and orderly manner.
Heartbeats is a speech that rightly or wrongly believed to be the portrait of its director, few people seem to distinguish the movie rights, not including the film beyond the pettiness and arrogance that would lend him. So making words can be too clean, too studious, and can be considered as Xavier Dolan is too meticulous, that desire to occupy the entire space hysterically film allocated to tickle from around the viewer. Its aesthetic mastery there is never any doubt about the form might have taken this decision words then we sometimes prefer that Christophe Honore makes novels rather than movies, Dolan knows too well what can be done with film. Very lucid and very excited about its release, it acts as a master almighty beating the soundtrack, costumes, dialogues, as one would a failure to put everything in a first novel is also what 'he complains. To this I answer that at no time does the performance away from the connection, at no time in history becomes an excuse, at no time did filming looks. There is no contemplation imposed but rather short sequences, understanding that does not mark the length, but always fleeting. It is in this rapid succession may be influenced less worthy than those admitted, as the aesthetics of the music video for his generation directly, which is an art that has its autonomy and its qualities. On the other hand, although there is a film that such omnipotence is possible about a subject dominated the powerlessness, delusion, disgust and other self-contempt. The splendor of form is adorned misery proved the point.

is another control on Life at the ranch, the film means to approach a realistic effect to feign impotence, but not abandoned heroic assumed, pajamas smell: the camera is there or not it would have been the same. Return to primary excitements about art: "oh how it's like," both sides of the same emptiness. Well sometimes we prefer that the camera is not there, as filmmakers who bow before the real gross rather make their work of selection and ordering of reality: what deserves to be shown or hidden? Rather than admiring fascination with the extreme vacuum fictional correspondence with the real vacuum. "It's too it" could be the title of Life at the ranch, film was never light a camera and see what happens, or give that impression there, we know that artifice in no way compromises the credibility, the idea that "this could be true." It should therefore not hesitate to work on dialogue, work for a possible story that would have some interesting understood what the film claims type: energy channeled and not yet completely besotted youth. We have anyway on each side two very different starting assumptions:
The company Life Ranch : I just had a child, I feel the need to review a movie through my 20 years. Corporate soft, ambiguous in its intentions: fiction or documentary? Because it approximates a bad episode of Strip-Tease, with the false modesty that characterizes the words of the director, as if making a film was an act soft, improvised, which by a sort of alchemy was to produce this miracle energy.

Despite the many goals as reflected the Heartbeats all unified in this single aim pretty rare now, to make us experience an aesthetic in its simplicity and beauty respects and reveals a little piece of real . This question is to love imaginary that happens entirely in the mind of one who loves anything by interpreting them as signs of reciprocity. It is only to be understood as aesthetic support for the film: for it is on the lyric mode and sick that this love is lived, slow-motion strobe + interspersed with works by Michelangelo + Pass this is "the Knife, that's a lot but the reality sometimes seems to approach this kind of romantic frenzy, a beauty that I for one suffocating. Besides the sublimation takes only the time of the first part, the seduction, effusions. Dolan leaves quickly slowed proof is that some effects of the abuse he is accused are at every moment of the film.

Behind the current form too, and generational " fashion, "we are surprised to identify a story of desire behind these accoutrements pop, it eradicates the film a mythical skeleton (one sometimes gets the impression that the film is an adaptation to the letter of A Lover's Discourse: Fragments ) Xavier Dolan which, despite its fireworks games, not depart at any time.
Heartbeats sharing with Life at the Ranch and Lol (Juliette pointed out to me that it was the same structure between Life at the Ranch and Lol) same allocation of places, festivals and or concerts / campaign or part of disorientation, as if youth there was no pretense that this movement to live. But where the party is thought in Ranch Life in the eternal and positive as a stuttering Youth has nothing to say or to say, it is in the Heartbeats a way for the meeting for the reunion and for the gift: the gift we offer in thinking that making fun it becomes desirable. The festival is also the location of the ultimate revenge when the desire, strong desire, think and become another repeat successfully changing object, without understanding that the lack is more profound. But I will not leave the crap on almost habitual desire, and lack of love and that is perfectly voiced here about the film: http://spectresducinema.1fr1.net/conversations-autour-des-films- f1/les-amours-imaginaires-x-dolan-t619.htm

For once the festival is not the place of the festive gathering and gregarious ( Life at the ranch), which can be unpleasant to look into everything he has euphoria and abandonment, but neglect the misanthrope side, facing you and his designs, celebration, that of unsocial sociability, that perfectly depicts the Heartbeats . The beauty
plastic film irritates many respects, I have already said, the ease of the process used by Dolan but also by the inevitable slope of emotion in which we are trained. Heartbeats could fall in renal clipesque be the frame excuses linking a series of aesthetic performance. Frame that would at least have the merit to exist contrary to the ranch life that the inadequacies of situations he returns: the more we find that friendly but behind the apparent topicality and freshness of the film persists boredom and poor, that we will not look at the cinema but we fled from there. I heard about the desire to fully restore the youthful cacophony: we've seen people talking all at once to the movies, Tati, Fellini this is not very new and it made sense. This disorder is accompanied by an auditory visual disorder where you do not know what to look between all that we do not want to look as if someone was missing in the foreground and the film was a sort of canvas background to customize.
Life Ranch prides itself on being a sort behaviorist approach, no psychologizing, where everything must be inferred, interpreted by the viewer: yes then this noise all the time still, is it the fear of emptiness ? Superficiality has already peaked in depth, but then I do not think so. I do not see where the fear in this film because I know it is possible to live like these girls live, always in the hollow of this heroic, never fear. They are nice and certainly smart, he's even one who felt compelled to say they do not live like that, "we read books too." I have no doubt they are as full as they are narcissistic and they believe in friendship. In short, the fear of emptiness is what could be said of many things when we fall into the over-interpretation.
In summary we have in both cases the same generation depicted on one side the totalizing ambition of the film is allowed only after it is admitted Disquiet working the body with its characters. The other, a film passed his immaturity, his lack of ambition and respect as the film's subject. Heartbeats is a speech that ripped the world and I consider post saving infinitely important and justified.

Minimum Corridor Width For Residential

While truck and the rest being

Viewed as taxis upon arrival of the ferry as lying through their teeth, we take a carriage along the road that leads to an intermediate station, from where we can go center of Aswan. The first we offer transport, while the ticket office of the minibus tried to charge us ten times the price. It will suffice for 15 minutes to understand the paradox of travel in Egypt. A rich country (it arrives in Sudan) or the people are lovely, fantastic, but where mass tourism and the money it brings is blind and bad liar. Staff the hotel El Safa, near the train station, welcoming and adorable. One imitates Donald spoke, everyone is smiling and happy that we speak a few words of Arabic (a dozen at most). By cons, a conservator is paying more than the card in English, she even already more expensive than a card in Arabic.

At the pizzeria where we make our habits, because their pizza dough pastry filled with East of basturma is a delight, the score with or without tax based on the sympathy of the server. The pharmacist is happy to see us, but the fruit seller we scam.

You can see why things are so. Just go on the docks Nile. One of the worst horror visions of travel: luxury boats for cruising. There has lined up for miles, triple or even quadruple queue. On the roof are the pool, and the gringos and Gringet in swimsuits. Along the avenue, carriages alpaguent tourists. The second parallel street, the bazaar. We had never seen it: it is one kilometer long, well-paved clean as a whistle, and 100% guaranteed scam toursits: there is not an Egyptian purchases.

obese Americans are seen donning jellaba, and it is recognized in the eye of the salesman's smile laughing the guy who will do a damn good deal. Just slow down the tunes or not head to a shop to get Heler by half a dozen vendors. Result: the downtown is unbearable, and we stay at the hotel to rest and move our blogs.

Our excursion was to Aswan to visit the place called "tombs of the nobles." Cross the Nile by a small ferry, which tries to make us pay 5 pounds, while locals pay 50 dollars (cents pounds). We yell at each other and we end up spending for 1 pound. Fortunately, visiting the other side was beautiful. Halfway up the hill, carved into the cliff, are a series of tombs. We visit the interior, or admired a few prints, mostly paintings but incredibly well conserved.

We recognize the noble presenting cells offerings: duck, fruit, carrots ... Later a church in ruins, with paintings of archangels on the sides of the arch that still stand. The last grave is beautiful. The entrance wall is a serious hunter with his spear, on a boat. The guards, who opened the gates are friendly, laughing. One of them makes us magic tricks with matches. A beautiful morning, especially since it extends it by climbing to the top of the hill, which overlooked the river, the city and the desert.

is now we leave Aswan to Edfu, 100km north. We hopes to find a city that is not corrupted by tourism, but it misses. The temple is in the center city, and tens of gringos traveling in a carriage. You feel very ill at ease over there, because people are shocked and ill to see us in the supermarket, so that the cashier has even try to keep the change as a tip!

So we planned to stay a few days to blow and move the blogs, there's just one night, and we decided not to go to Luxor, because that kind of atmosphere is less insupportable.Au , we visited the temple of Edfu, and he did not disappoint.

It seems that this is the best preserved of Egypt. In fact, it is almost intact, even if it faces who have been massacred by the schretiens morons who transformed the place into a church at the beginning of the Christian era. The small temple annex was already the best we ayions seen, but on arriving at the facade we really hallucinating. It is huge, and fully engraved, processions of gods, kings, and throw shooter.

We spent 3 hours on the premises. The temple is along perhaps 100m wide, up to 30 and 12. A courtyard, then you can enter. The roof is still supported by monumental columns. Everything is serious, gods with animal heads and hieroglyphics has no end. After seeing this place, it was also said that seeing the temples collapse would be less interessant.On therefore took the train to Assyut, a city that has chosen the card to make a stop in Cairo before, especially because no tourist site is located nearby.

We arrived too early at the station, and a controller adorable, Mustafa, offers a theme in mind and begins to teach us Arabic. We spend over an hour together, and of course everything was forgotten: the colors, furniture, trees and the vocabulary of the station. We remember "lampa", but it's too easy!

Then 6am train third class. The landscape is monotonous fields and date palms, then dirty and dilapidated cities, then go again, as dreary as the Ganges plain. Assyut has arrived, there was no more tourists, which does not prevent the first hotel we try to be full. It goes along, which has room and is beautiful and clean. The receptionist took our passports and asked where is my name on the passport of Magali. He needs proof that we are married. He explained that AC is not like that in France, that our marriage certificate is in the house, but nothing was done, he repeats like a robot he needs a marriage certificate. It tests the hotel next door, and luckily they do not insist.

We knew that the Egyptian law prohibits couples who are not sick of sleeping in the same hotel room, but We also know that it does not apply to tourists ... which has viennentpas Assyut! Funny feeling to swim between two waters in this country. In town, there is a feast for 3 times nothing, we meet a former engineer at Siemens, which invites us to drink tea, and we bought a kilo of pastries because the seller is too enthusiastic. It is believed that too, but they will eat without probleem on the train the next day.

When I think back to these tourists in bathing suits on their boat in this country where women are veiled, many in full, I say to the locals, AC should do the same feeling that if the Japanese were an orgy in front of Notre Dame. Incredible, yet it is tolerated if they paid 30 euros for a kebab without fries or drink!