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    The bus driver's shoulder to touch the man turned his head slightly, looked to be ... in the hands of a handful of almonds, an elderly woman standing ..

    Thanks received the almonds and nuts ..

    After 15 minutes the old woman again gave the driver his shoulder tap and a handful of almonds and served more than a few times we make our "trouble do you, sir .." respect the driver said, "I always did you Feed it to me. some trace of yourself, eat .."

    "I do not eat my son chew." said the old woman, "do not have teeth .."

    "Why buy them then? .."

    "I love my son I just suck on the chocolate skin .."

  • Bloom were happy to ignore things that come from burns hurt. "Because of human errors were happy, not always bloom moments" ...
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  • One of Hodja’s sons is a potter in a nearby village. One day he says:

    “Dad I spent all my money on these pots. If it is sunny and they all dry in time I’ll be rich. But if it rains my mum will cry (it is an idiom in Turkish which means to be in distress h to be in a great difficulty)


    Then Hodja calls on his elder son who lives in another village. His son says:

    “Dad I spent all my fortune on this farm. If it rains in time I’ll become rich. But there is drought my mum will cry.”
    Hodja returns home bored. His wife says:

    “What happened Effendi? Why are you sulky today?”
    “That is not important. You think of your own case. It doesn’t matter whether it rains or not; one of our sons mother will cry in any case.

    Advice:
    We should take the necessary precautions beforehand in order to avoid the possible negative effects of coincidences. If one secret of success is “working hard” the other secret is “taking the necessary precautions in time.”

  • INVITATION

    Galloping from Far Asia and jutting out
    into the Mediterranean like a mare’s head
    this country is ours.

    Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare
    and this soil spreading like a silk carpet,
    this hell, this paradise is ours.

    Shut the gates of plutocracy, don’t let them open again,
    annihilate man’s servitude to man,
    this invitation is ours..

    To live like a tree single and at liberty
    and brotherly like the trees of a forest,
    this yearning is ours.

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