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aversion to costumes in two acts


The teacher said:

To your child does not like P urim .

( Purim is a holiday which celebrates a thousand years ago the Jews were disguised in order to save or kill someone, I can not remember. Probably a carnival understood otherwise or vice versa)

The teacher continued :

everyone's dressed up as clowns and went to take a walk around the nursery, but he panicked, grabbed my hand, no want anything. I think it does not like the costumes.

(In my mind the image of my 3 years with his spiderman suit in the middle of the photos from the past two years and face me with astonishment at the revelation of the teacher)

The teacher lounging in an address type:

The costumes represent a change of reality known and that children are not prepared for flexibility, the mask, which is different.

I said

amazes me because he has been dressed as spiderman every evening ....

(Upon exposure of the psychological motivations of aversion to costumes and their possible implications development of man, my argument was useless besides children)


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- grandparents live in that house - my son said when we passed by a nursing home near his nursery.

- You were there with the children in the nursery?

- Yes

- "The day they dressed as clowns?

- Yes

- Ah!

- Si and a grandfather was crying.

- ...

- ...

- Are the other children saw it?

- No.

- What about teachers?

- No.

- Just you?

- Yes

Fern An New Zealand Tattoes

Life in 10 words

- Can you tell me your life in 10 words? Having

life in 10 words: that's what makes Daniel Mordzinski in each of their photos. But after that I knew at that moment I just thought of how I could summarize my life with so little. While I thought he talked a lot. Even spoke in Hebrew. One of the men who put the photos of the exhibition asked who it was that Halfon surname. And he had in perfect Hebrew, the writer explained the picture lying in a field of daisies, while I was looking for my 10 words.

- I can not, "he said finally. Then I

view: in each of your photos Mordzinski tells the story of his characters in these 10 words that can only be caught by his camera. Or maybe you picture a mild and brief moment in which each person discovers his 10 words. Microstories made force of light and colors, shadows and light. Snapshots with the 10 words of the lives of great writers.

rough hands of Miguel Delibes. Edgar Keret flying in the skies of Tel Aviv. The rough look of Batya Gur in black and white. Ernesto Sabato behind a window, his melancholy eyes sunken in a sea of \u200b\u200bwrinkles. Rosa Montero view very close, almost breathed. Wendi Guerra naked with apple. Bolaño branches. William Shade Cabrera Infante between the distance and a cat.

Maybe because I could not give a single word to photograph my life, he took his camera and made me face up on a red background.

So suddenly looked up and put together my story, each story as a weapon picture because Mordzinski photo stories. The weapon with his surroundings at the time, like a flash of inspiration, without hyphens. Things that chance brings you lend themselves to what he wants. I could see him looking at lights and backgrounds, bringing a hand, a tape measure, anything. My life was in that red background. In response to itself.

I was there by chance, like tape, lights, red background. Nobody will believe that I was invited especially for this privilege. And while I do not have a copy of those photos, I will not know the 10 words that Mordzinski told my story.

The Wedding Dance Guide

Excuse

REGRET reported that because problems in connecting to the Internet, failures TELEFONICA DE ARGENTINA the (English-owned company) , we could not inform the day January 28

We have been incommunicado because WE CHANGED THE PAIR OF CABLES THAT COMMUNICATE THE CENTRAL TELEFONICA ...

- THIS, service or a gamble?

- WHAT THIS COMPANY OFFERS GUARANTEES TO ENSURE SERVICE, that by this century is a right?

- and sepals Mr USER. If you did not claim - because he was on vacation for example - The Company is not aware of unhinged

Humpty Dumpty Chips Find

We took our books at the same time. Hers was a small, tattered book with leather cover and cabalistic letters. The mine was tampered with because it was also a book from the library of Alexandria, the legendary library .... The it will fit in the palm of the hand. Mine was big and white with Roman letters. The pages it was thin as dragonfly wings, mine had pages of a stunning white. I could go on page after page with that "of hers ... mine ...." . So different were the books we read, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the seat of the bus that drove us to the holy city. However, the fervor was the same. She read your prayers, your mandate of heaven, the will of their god. Skirt was long, his head covered, collar buttoned. Marcelo Cohen I read his "perfect pitch", the vicissitudes and poetry. I was extremely well covered, but cold. The fervor was the same and I remember thinking if I would be able to embrace a religion that I imposed on certain hours drop everything and plunge into holy scriptures or cover my hair. Gladly cover my hair - I replied that after all is so indomitable and dyeing is unbearable. I abandon holy writings - continued - only if you take me to ecstasy causes me Marcelo Cohen impossible with its metaphors and its territories capricious. Yes - almost what I said out loud: My religion is literature.

She read. I was reading. She with her divine precepts. Me with my fantasy world. Happy

. Ecstatic. Mystical.

When finished reading, she kissed the dog-eared book and put it in her purse.

At that time, one of the characters in Marc Cohen spoke of music in a paragraph exquisite. Why not? - I said - and I kissed my book. Ecstatic.