November 2004

A little piece of poetry…A Mood…The Harlot’s House[by Oscar Wilde]We caught the tread of dancing feet,We loitered down the moonlit street,And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.Inside, above the din and fray,We heard the loud musicians playThe `Treues Liebes Herz’ of Strauss.Like strange mechanical grotesques,Making fantastic arabesques,The shadows raced across the blind.We watched the ghostly dancers […]

There is a general conception of understanding someone better, when learnt of their past…Sometimes I’ve found this doesn’t work for me. Sometimes the more unfolds the less familiar the person becomes…The fossils found in the Arctic’s ices can tell a lot about how the planet has developed, though this also can reveal that our perceptions

When few years ago we’ve been looking for a house to buy in the area, where we live now, I remember seeing one of the houses, that has been half-renovated. Most of house has been done, except from one living room downstairs – still in unfinished state. Estate agent explained: a family have bought this