for Dagmara
I'm just delighted with this tunic! If it had a bigger size that's for sure I'd left it to itself, and for a new sewing Dagmara:) Dagmara also on luck like it, so it goes tomorrow:)
Milon images, and none of them reflects the beauty tunics (
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Planetsuzy The Present
As I went to town ...
Yesterday I went to the city. First, I picked up the money for the museum setting stage design for Master Liao, then I decided some of that money to spend, on account of birth, because until February 25 to be dissolved as the proverbial mist, and every year after you buy yourself something nice.
satisfaction with wealthy people, at the moment because the moment, but still, I walked Marszałkowska , looking for smart people and I was looking for a place where I could eat something good. stood before a great site for which he was a nice-looking restaurant. Before the restaurant menus of fast plexiglass. Studying the list of dishes touched his finger, and this dropped off rapidly. Sitting next to the guy behind the glass looked of interest and light mockery in her eyes, met staff behind the bar, watching anxiously. Stremowałam and trembling hands tried to insert glass window, saying in soul mantra "You at the end of a sculptor, you can do it, no matter you listen, you're finally a sculptor, you can do it .. . matter ... " I was able to, the guy started again eat, returned to service its obligations, and I thought, 'Oh, you can not be cieniarą , eat just here, show them "and went inside .
ordered food, I got them and started eating the newspaper. Then, quietly dressed and when I was at the door I heard a cry behind you with the service " Please lady." Everyone stopped eating, conversation ceased. The guy with the mocking eyes glanced back with interest. "I think something forgot to take ", I thought, a lady crying the whole pub" I do not pay you. "" Noo? "I blurted out the , and it is the last" E "was said a thin voice.
Uffff
Then ... , trying to drown this annoying incident, I went to Sephora . buy myself a gift. Standing already shopping at the checkout, just before the old, noble lady, having a basket lip gloss to your lips 160 zł. I began observe an elegant man, about seventy, young girl who did manicure. girl said to you, "Mr. Long was not with us already We thought that you have betrayed us for another place" and you , very sympathetic, said, "I was at home in the countryside, you know that sometimes I have to go to go. " Well, it happened. I began to entertain thoughts. I imagined that this man is not necessarily must be a wealthy businessman, a scientist or an actor. Maybe it you Kazio plain, for example, which painstakingly putting with emeryturki once a time accumulates a sum , goes to the perfume, lying there for some its wydumanym Blue Castle, although for a moment wallows in luxury, and entertain the young girl he cares for talk their lovely hands his hands. And ...
"pays you so much and so" brutally grabbed me from the reverie cashier, a lovely and That manicurzystka . I gave the money, yet very thoughtful, and she to me, "Pack the something for a gift?". "Yes, I was happy to , prezenciki always miles e welcome! ". She did " yyyyy "and at that point you just saw them drops the all thought. I immediately guessed that it's not about the sample they sometimes get when shopping, just about, if what I bought a pack gift to someone. So that nice, in a beautiful box.
world froze for a moment ...
Ufffff.
C hcąc drown the memory of No. 1 and, unfortunately, 2, I went to buy some shoes. I bought, cool and good companies, because such a nice get older and you can wear long . When I came home and tried on I left the hall. After an hour, going to the bathroom I saw that the foil ends zżerać back of one of those miracles, which is invested in him for many years.
Uffff.
I took it to her shoe corpse. I sat down and started think, hard to tear Easing not like the wild beast. It was not her fault. Why, it bydlątko normal and can be confused. I thought that this day was in fact ridiculous that have not yet touched bottom, as he did when was a memorable trip coffee Warszawa-Rzeszow, 10 years ago. And as that of a friend who took away from the house two things -old daughter's car seat and a bag of garbage , chair thrown into the hopper, the bag carefully placed in the trunk. Morning came śmieciara, the seat is gone, were rubbish.
That these shoes somehow truncates and would do such a prior ankle booties, will serve up to early summer, because after what I boots when winter is over soon ...
And now I'm going to do something you love, or take a long, hot bath. Because, to paraphrase a famous saying about glass, "my TV is always half full ')
Ps. It is true that I have achieved the bottom? True?
Yesterday I went to the city. First, I picked up the money for the museum setting stage design for Master Liao, then I decided some of that money to spend, on account of birth, because until February 25 to be dissolved as the proverbial mist, and every year after you buy yourself something nice.
satisfaction with wealthy people, at the moment because the moment, but still, I walked Marszałkowska , looking for smart people and I was looking for a place where I could eat something good. stood before a great site for which he was a nice-looking restaurant. Before the restaurant menus of fast plexiglass. Studying the list of dishes touched his finger, and this dropped off rapidly. Sitting next to the guy behind the glass looked of interest and light mockery in her eyes, met staff behind the bar, watching anxiously. Stremowałam and trembling hands tried to insert glass window, saying in soul mantra "You at the end of a sculptor, you can do it, no matter you listen, you're finally a sculptor, you can do it .. . matter ... " I was able to, the guy started again eat, returned to service its obligations, and I thought, 'Oh, you can not be cieniarą , eat just here, show them "and went inside .
ordered food, I got them and started eating the newspaper. Then, quietly dressed and when I was at the door I heard a cry behind you with the service " Please lady." Everyone stopped eating, conversation ceased. The guy with the mocking eyes glanced back with interest. "I think something forgot to take ", I thought, a lady crying the whole pub" I do not pay you. "" Noo? "I blurted out the , and it is the last" E "was said a thin voice.
Uffff
Then ... , trying to drown this annoying incident, I went to Sephora . buy myself a gift. Standing already shopping at the checkout, just before the old, noble lady, having a basket lip gloss to your lips 160 zł. I began observe an elegant man, about seventy, young girl who did manicure. girl said to you, "Mr. Long was not with us already We thought that you have betrayed us for another place" and you , very sympathetic, said, "I was at home in the countryside, you know that sometimes I have to go to go. " Well, it happened. I began to entertain thoughts. I imagined that this man is not necessarily must be a wealthy businessman, a scientist or an actor. Maybe it you Kazio plain, for example, which painstakingly putting with emeryturki once a time accumulates a sum , goes to the perfume, lying there for some its wydumanym Blue Castle, although for a moment wallows in luxury, and entertain the young girl he cares for talk their lovely hands his hands. And ...
"pays you so much and so" brutally grabbed me from the reverie cashier, a lovely and That manicurzystka . I gave the money, yet very thoughtful, and she to me, "Pack the something for a gift?". "Yes, I was happy to , prezenciki always miles e welcome! ". She did " yyyyy "and at that point you just saw them drops the all thought. I immediately guessed that it's not about the sample they sometimes get when shopping, just about, if what I bought a pack gift to someone. So that nice, in a beautiful box.
world froze for a moment ...
Ufffff.
C hcąc drown the memory of No. 1 and, unfortunately, 2, I went to buy some shoes. I bought, cool and good companies, because such a nice get older and you can wear long . When I came home and tried on I left the hall. After an hour, going to the bathroom I saw that the foil ends zżerać back of one of those miracles, which is invested in him for many years.
Uffff.
I took it to her shoe corpse. I sat down and started think, hard to tear Easing not like the wild beast. It was not her fault. Why, it bydlątko normal and can be confused. I thought that this day was in fact ridiculous that have not yet touched bottom, as he did when was a memorable trip coffee Warszawa-Rzeszow, 10 years ago. And as that of a friend who took away from the house two things -old daughter's car seat and a bag of garbage , chair thrown into the hopper, the bag carefully placed in the trunk. Morning came śmieciara, the seat is gone, were rubbish.
That these shoes somehow truncates and would do such a prior ankle booties, will serve up to early summer, because after what I boots when winter is over soon ...
And now I'm going to do something you love, or take a long, hot bath. Because, to paraphrase a famous saying about glass, "my TV is always half full ')
Ps. It is true that I have achieved the bottom? True?
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Where Can I Read Old Marvel Comics
alternative universe tale about the Net.
Once upon a time was an alter universe Net. It was built of two-zeros and ones. The existence Necie manifested primarily through letters. There was a teleportation, can be found in a split second się na jego krańcu, w każdym jego miejscu. Niekiedy przez to jego skomplikowany ogrom wydawał się być ciasny. Nie było zmysłów, bo nie było ciał, istnienia obierały sobie awatary, obrazy, dawały sobie imiona nazywane Nikami , ale nikt tak na prawdę nie wiedział, czy widok na awatarze, obrazie lub filmie to prawda. W Necie nie było nasycenia, nienasycenia , fizycznego bólu, były tylko słowa o bólu. Przez to Netanie nie mogli obdarować się prawdziwymi smakami, dotykiem, mogli obdarować się miłością, sympatia lub nienawiścią. Kiedy ktoś pisał-jest ci zimno, it was not. It could not be. When I wrote-I love you, love began to exist. Therefore, in Necie were strongest feelings. Everything revolved around feelings.
in the net instead of the body ego existed. They were Nethaniah with a big ego, some calm and wise, others foolish, calling the war, the war in the letters, dumb, because what is saved, it is recorded as escapes are not spoken aloud the word. Others, however, the meek, weaker or timid, grzali in the strength of the wise, yet others, the meek, weaker or timid, succumbed to the ineffable power of stupid. The net currency was Right. Everyone wanted to be right. Possession of large amounts allowed the Reason of netańskim opinion to have power. A power tempted in every universe.
war broke out, battle, disintegrating communities in the fight for right, Nethaniah wanted wrong and wrong. They wanted the pillars are constructed of the letters has always put her right on top, on top of somebody's wrong. Built up from the right. Sometimes the midst of war's right, torn to pieces disappear, and Nethaniah still fought its own momentum, and anger, when he returned irreversibly to the entered letters. There were fortunately
multitudes Netan who wanted to be just enough reason, to be able to live with dignity, able to count on a handful best friends, a safe place. A drug
popularity was in the net. Many good Netanin zerojedynkowy turned into gibberish by its insidious activities. Net
it was the whole alternative universe, seemingly stable, seemingly safe, but one day came to an end the current ...
I try to find a place there.
In the end I invited the same in my house, one of the heads of the Hydra trillion;)
Once upon a time was an alter universe Net. It was built of two-zeros and ones. The existence Necie manifested primarily through letters. There was a teleportation, can be found in a split second się na jego krańcu, w każdym jego miejscu. Niekiedy przez to jego skomplikowany ogrom wydawał się być ciasny. Nie było zmysłów, bo nie było ciał, istnienia obierały sobie awatary, obrazy, dawały sobie imiona nazywane Nikami , ale nikt tak na prawdę nie wiedział, czy widok na awatarze, obrazie lub filmie to prawda. W Necie nie było nasycenia, nienasycenia , fizycznego bólu, były tylko słowa o bólu. Przez to Netanie nie mogli obdarować się prawdziwymi smakami, dotykiem, mogli obdarować się miłością, sympatia lub nienawiścią. Kiedy ktoś pisał-jest ci zimno, it was not. It could not be. When I wrote-I love you, love began to exist. Therefore, in Necie were strongest feelings. Everything revolved around feelings.
in the net instead of the body ego existed. They were Nethaniah with a big ego, some calm and wise, others foolish, calling the war, the war in the letters, dumb, because what is saved, it is recorded as escapes are not spoken aloud the word. Others, however, the meek, weaker or timid, grzali in the strength of the wise, yet others, the meek, weaker or timid, succumbed to the ineffable power of stupid. The net currency was Right. Everyone wanted to be right. Possession of large amounts allowed the Reason of netańskim opinion to have power. A power tempted in every universe.
war broke out, battle, disintegrating communities in the fight for right, Nethaniah wanted wrong and wrong. They wanted the pillars are constructed of the letters has always put her right on top, on top of somebody's wrong. Built up from the right. Sometimes the midst of war's right, torn to pieces disappear, and Nethaniah still fought its own momentum, and anger, when he returned irreversibly to the entered letters. There were fortunately
multitudes Netan who wanted to be just enough reason, to be able to live with dignity, able to count on a handful best friends, a safe place. A drug
popularity was in the net. Many good Netanin zerojedynkowy turned into gibberish by its insidious activities. Net
it was the whole alternative universe, seemingly stable, seemingly safe, but one day came to an end the current ...
I try to find a place there.
In the end I invited the same in my house, one of the heads of the Hydra trillion;)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Gingivectomy Bfore After
cats and dogs.
As you know, we do not live alone. Our three cats and two dogs occupy quite a large space in a small, sześćdziesięciometrowym home. And I-well, I'm not sweet Panciana what this cat does not throw the chair, if you have a great desire to sit in this chair. I do not always tell the truth, sometimes furry something to convince me, but I visit often merciless. Last friend who saw me the first time introducing a subordination by ściery said somewhat indignantly, "I did not know you're so. "And as a child I was often in the countryside and przesiąkłam life and pragmatic approach to animals. My dogs never lie on a bed or a chair, because there has to be clear, the cats never go out on the table. At least for me, though sometimes I feel that the table sfruwa some fog, when I go to the kitchen, but it's certainly an impression ... I have to wash the floor
twice a week, vacuum every other day, the joke goes loot and certainly a lot of delicacies in the bowls are not no. How to become ill on account overdraft occurs. Sometimes I was very tired and angry. But we never Our animals are not hungry, and on Sundays always get a bonus flavor, and you must be. The animal is a divine creature and we must have a feast as we do.
Often these home watching furry wonders, because they are wonders, surprises me all the time. For example, talking like a cat with a dog. The dog is, the cat walks up to him.
dog collapses, acc. cat, his tail furiously at the sides. A cat, by. dog growls fiercely. But the punch line is completely unexpected. "Can I hold you?" She asks the cat. "She (meaning me) do not have the time again."
"A hug is responsible dog, for I also do not have the time. I can even lick the face and powygryzać fleas. "
" I do not have fleas, but just a hug, my. You have such a big, warm head. These are friends, foil, and Dewey. And in the foreground, a set of "Young Mountain Rescue." One man, fascinated by the profession ...
One might think that at home with attrition and irrefutable prohibitions tetrapods are stressed. And I think that if they feel a strong man, you are relaxed and safe. take care.
still come across such views: The latter is not a bad man abandoned by the cat's corpse. To fly during after-dinner relaxation.
I smile. Because it's vacuuming, washing, grinding, turning into a lot of dough for a real, sincere smile (I can vouch that the most you can smile at the cat), for peace, which provide both sweetly sleeping, and being a night security guards in the woods, thanks to which dogs often end up in the same pick.
Well, whether or not it worth it? Is it not true pragmatic?
;)
As you know, we do not live alone. Our three cats and two dogs occupy quite a large space in a small, sześćdziesięciometrowym home. And I-well, I'm not sweet Panciana what this cat does not throw the chair, if you have a great desire to sit in this chair. I do not always tell the truth, sometimes furry something to convince me, but I visit often merciless. Last friend who saw me the first time introducing a subordination by ściery said somewhat indignantly, "I did not know you're so. "And as a child I was often in the countryside and przesiąkłam life and pragmatic approach to animals. My dogs never lie on a bed or a chair, because there has to be clear, the cats never go out on the table. At least for me, though sometimes I feel that the table sfruwa some fog, when I go to the kitchen, but it's certainly an impression ... I have to wash the floor
twice a week, vacuum every other day, the joke goes loot and certainly a lot of delicacies in the bowls are not no. How to become ill on account overdraft occurs. Sometimes I was very tired and angry. But we never Our animals are not hungry, and on Sundays always get a bonus flavor, and you must be. The animal is a divine creature and we must have a feast as we do.
Often these home watching furry wonders, because they are wonders, surprises me all the time. For example, talking like a cat with a dog. The dog is, the cat walks up to him.
dog collapses, acc. cat, his tail furiously at the sides. A cat, by. dog growls fiercely. But the punch line is completely unexpected. "Can I hold you?" She asks the cat. "She (meaning me) do not have the time again."
"A hug is responsible dog, for I also do not have the time. I can even lick the face and powygryzać fleas. "
" I do not have fleas, but just a hug, my. You have such a big, warm head. These are friends, foil, and Dewey. And in the foreground, a set of "Young Mountain Rescue." One man, fascinated by the profession ...
One might think that at home with attrition and irrefutable prohibitions tetrapods are stressed. And I think that if they feel a strong man, you are relaxed and safe. take care.
still come across such views: The latter is not a bad man abandoned by the cat's corpse. To fly during after-dinner relaxation.
I smile. Because it's vacuuming, washing, grinding, turning into a lot of dough for a real, sincere smile (I can vouch that the most you can smile at the cat), for peace, which provide both sweetly sleeping, and being a night security guards in the woods, thanks to which dogs often end up in the same pick.
Well, whether or not it worth it? Is it not true pragmatic?
;)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Best Cruising Places Gay
New orders
flying into the world of tomorrow:
body for feeding to Ms. Candice:
and mini dress with a dove to Ms. Basia
I hope it will appeal to owners of the future.
flying into the world of tomorrow:
body for feeding to Ms. Candice:
and mini dress with a dove to Ms. Basia
I hope it will appeal to owners of the future.
Gc Mi Paste Plus And Thyroid Disease
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Creatively Wrapping Towels
Czar years.
In the wet, dark and cold Sunday wanted me to years, with its warm, farelkowym wind (was " farelkowy 'association is not strictly the winter?). With the morning freshness, the southern sky at right angles to the pounding heat and afternoon, rozleniwiającym such some honey air temperature of human skin.
A night-oh, these are just made for love:) And nothing more, nothing less when it comes to summer nights.
We have a great happiness that awaits us out there on our mountain, called the elbow. I found her picture on the net, where all its small, like the mountain splendor takes Elbow sunbathing.
photo by Plastiche .
And that's where this pine tree behind the wall of the cemetery and the bushes below, it is our land. Photo by Joanna Krawczyk.
See you in the summer, the elbow.
In the wet, dark and cold Sunday wanted me to years, with its warm, farelkowym wind (was " farelkowy 'association is not strictly the winter?). With the morning freshness, the southern sky at right angles to the pounding heat and afternoon, rozleniwiającym such some honey air temperature of human skin.
A night-oh, these are just made for love:) And nothing more, nothing less when it comes to summer nights.
We have a great happiness that awaits us out there on our mountain, called the elbow. I found her picture on the net, where all its small, like the mountain splendor takes Elbow sunbathing.
photo by Plastiche .
And that's where this pine tree behind the wall of the cemetery and the bushes below, it is our land. Photo by Joanna Krawczyk.
See you in the summer, the elbow.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Dry Nipples Before Period
Work, work.
Recently I had a very nice job. For one of the city's museums, I did set design. To show the images were 40 Taiwanese master landscape. Working in state-rhythm is something for me przeprzyjemnego . Nobody hurries iron hour impassable NEVER to 16, when she goes into the house and nobody cares that the workplace may thus be ill-prepared the exhibition and as a result have a bad reputation and eventually fall the proverbial mouth. This is not about is for people to zaiwaniali after hours for a penny, but the so-called. organization of work, which for me, who works often on time is essential. This Budżetówka budżetówka, the state will give and give. How to stop the ponarzeka. It is easy, trips to the cigarette with the ladies from the guard, knows the gossip and biographies. Well, you know the Master Liao. Master neither be nor me in any language except Taiwanese . Oh, sorry, he said one after English , and was " uuuuoiiiiikiiiiiii ." I guess someone, what does it mean? I guessed.
Master is a tiny, żółciutki, and damn accurate. In anticipation of the opening of a sudden he sat on the seat, which I designed , rested his hands and face that froze for 2 hours . He waited. Those from the East have in itself a great ability przyczajenia, because after these two hours as he fired, he stood up flashing robocikiem brushes for calligraphy signs and painting pictures in front of an adoring public.
next order is a plaque on the Smolensk disaster you want and found herself suspended some primary school Warsaw. And by the way. Sculptural black joke that question, after the death of a famous person, "How can this make?". In the rankings than it is John Paul II, although asked yet, so do not put monuments for him.
But back to the table we've created the disc with contour lines carved on the bottom center of Warsaw, with wire mesh windows to the rear of the array could put the kids candles, and then stop brighten up. And the inscriptions and names of buildings. This lightweight, a poetic response to the heavy topic. Because I do not think we should treat kids next cross. And so, Warsaw full of them.
And another request is 8 porpoises. Herd, because the school is probably talking about fish? For Aquarium in Gdynia, and they have to leave himself one, and 7 deal after world. And so my porpoises sail the blue distance;) Why and Taiwan;)
Well This latest redevelopment tiny square them. Korczak's here with us, in Marysin. At this time there is a big head on the pedestal of sandstone, which some time ago, someone painted the light nut. About Matkoż Mojaż Boskaż , as it says a friend of mine. But that, contrary to appearances, frequent manner of preservation of works of art in Poland, I saw a couple of such treatments conservation of stone crosses on the old cemeteries. Well
figured that this to take off his head, and buried in odczyści big sandbox to the same facial skeleton, so to speak surgically, protrude. That, like the Good Doctor jokes kids buried, like a beach. Good?
This is my joke. On Sunday, has come to us third and fourth team member after me and Marius counting, and we talk about it. Well was for a good use the money they get for this purpose. I returned my old idea, namely:
Once a contest for a monument Korczaka.Miał stand in the park near the Palace of Culture. And I drew up the your project. In ymyśliłam that sterile, when it comes to children's pleasure center, there is no playground, so could do cool in the park, where he had to stand a monument, called the playground to them. Janusz Korczak and instantly add a small sculpture or the same billboard. The budget of this monument is about 200 thousand. , So it could have something cool for the kids to arise. But it was not dramatic, pathetic, and pounding the viewer straight to the heart, so there was no chance . Arose something like that.
Personally, I saw how she wanted to approaches grandmother, with, for an eye, a five-year grandson, and a small uczepiło her feet, and afraid to . Korczak certainly wrinkled brows there somewhere in heaven, so to desecrated a lot of money. And maybe he thought, "What am I ever to do with the baobab tree?"
These jobs are just not yet at 100%, all being discussed, but like this, like have to think :)
Recently I had a very nice job. For one of the city's museums, I did set design. To show the images were 40 Taiwanese master landscape. Working in state-rhythm is something for me przeprzyjemnego . Nobody hurries iron hour impassable NEVER to 16, when she goes into the house and nobody cares that the workplace may thus be ill-prepared the exhibition and as a result have a bad reputation and eventually fall the proverbial mouth. This is not about is for people to zaiwaniali after hours for a penny, but the so-called. organization of work, which for me, who works often on time is essential. This Budżetówka budżetówka, the state will give and give. How to stop the ponarzeka. It is easy, trips to the cigarette with the ladies from the guard, knows the gossip and biographies. Well, you know the Master Liao. Master neither be nor me in any language except Taiwanese . Oh, sorry, he said one after English , and was " uuuuoiiiiikiiiiiii ." I guess someone, what does it mean? I guessed.
Master is a tiny, żółciutki, and damn accurate. In anticipation of the opening of a sudden he sat on the seat, which I designed , rested his hands and face that froze for 2 hours . He waited. Those from the East have in itself a great ability przyczajenia, because after these two hours as he fired, he stood up flashing robocikiem brushes for calligraphy signs and painting pictures in front of an adoring public.
next order is a plaque on the Smolensk disaster you want and found herself suspended some primary school Warsaw. And by the way. Sculptural black joke that question, after the death of a famous person, "How can this make?". In the rankings than it is John Paul II, although asked yet, so do not put monuments for him.
But back to the table we've created the disc with contour lines carved on the bottom center of Warsaw, with wire mesh windows to the rear of the array could put the kids candles, and then stop brighten up. And the inscriptions and names of buildings. This lightweight, a poetic response to the heavy topic. Because I do not think we should treat kids next cross. And so, Warsaw full of them.
And another request is 8 porpoises. Herd, because the school is probably talking about fish? For Aquarium in Gdynia, and they have to leave himself one, and 7 deal after world. And so my porpoises sail the blue distance;) Why and Taiwan;)
Well This latest redevelopment tiny square them. Korczak's here with us, in Marysin. At this time there is a big head on the pedestal of sandstone, which some time ago, someone painted the light nut. About Matkoż Mojaż Boskaż , as it says a friend of mine. But that, contrary to appearances, frequent manner of preservation of works of art in Poland, I saw a couple of such treatments conservation of stone crosses on the old cemeteries. Well
figured that this to take off his head, and buried in odczyści big sandbox to the same facial skeleton, so to speak surgically, protrude. That, like the Good Doctor jokes kids buried, like a beach. Good?
This is my joke. On Sunday, has come to us third and fourth team member after me and Marius counting, and we talk about it. Well was for a good use the money they get for this purpose. I returned my old idea, namely:
Once a contest for a monument Korczaka.Miał stand in the park near the Palace of Culture. And I drew up the your project. In ymyśliłam that sterile, when it comes to children's pleasure center, there is no playground, so could do cool in the park, where he had to stand a monument, called the playground to them. Janusz Korczak and instantly add a small sculpture or the same billboard. The budget of this monument is about 200 thousand. , So it could have something cool for the kids to arise. But it was not dramatic, pathetic, and pounding the viewer straight to the heart, so there was no chance . Arose something like that.
Personally, I saw how she wanted to approaches grandmother, with, for an eye, a five-year grandson, and a small uczepiło her feet, and afraid to . Korczak certainly wrinkled brows there somewhere in heaven, so to desecrated a lot of money. And maybe he thought, "What am I ever to do with the baobab tree?"
These jobs are just not yet at 100%, all being discussed, but like this, like have to think :)
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