Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Asylum

Long time ago, in the small city in west, was living a pretty and sad girl. Nobody knew when and how she has arrived in that city. The people had afraid to her, and they believed that she has been mysterious. She started to learn their language and their culture, but it wasn’t enough for them. She was a stranger for everybody. She tried to create a relationship. The men wanted to know her because of her mysterious attractively and for that reason the women kept a far from her, and backbeat continuously. Nobody offered her a job but some generous man helped her but she didn’t want that kind of aids from the men because she was an independence and vain girl. Finally a young boy asked her to stay together. For her it was a fantastic story and she has fallen in love. One day was happened a horrible thing. The young boy came to her, and explained that his family discovered their secret love story, and they thought very badly about her, so they didn’t agree and for them it was a huge scandal. She stayed at home for many weeks, and she just cried. She lost him and their beautiful love story which was a power point of her life in that moment. He despaired completely, and she rested without love, his helps and without work. So she became poor. Those men who helped her despaired also, cause of bad reputation was created through a gallous women. She looked for a job, but she didn’t find anything. She didn’t have any intimate friend. So she was real alone. She was always sad, and she started to get depressed. One day in her desperation status, she decided to kill herself. She wrote a beautiful and impressed letter and then she killed herself. When the people of the small city were finding her dead body and were reading the letter, they understood them mistake. She wrote:
“I was just alone girl from east and cause of war, bad politic and bad society situation in my country; I had escaped from my lovely country. I had to do that. I tried to be close to your culture. So I came to you, but you went always far from me. Nobody wanted to know me and you just iced me in bad way. I was happy to know your way of life, so I loved one of you. I expected to find an interesting and comprehensible person, and receive more compassion, but it didn’t happen. Why? Why did you escape from me? Because was I alone foreigner? I was just a politic asylum, but I was still a normal person, so we are human and we are equal! I was in asylum from my country and you kept me in asylum from your society either. After you know a secret of my life, I hope that you treat as well as you can another person like me! In the end, the people were impressed too much and for her honor, they organized a memorial funeral and signed that date as a memory of asylum people.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A Perfect Meal

I’m going to imagine a perfect meal in a bizarre and maybe impossible place in the world. I’m in Machu Picchu in Peru’, so I’m in Incas village built 3439 years ago, and located on 8000 ft high in the mountains. Watching a magnificent sunset, I’m so rounded in a unique silence. There is nobody in this mysterious place, just me and my Spanish chef. I give him the order of a special Peruvian dish. I drink a glass of best Peruvian wine, and enjoy the silence and the sunset view. I see only beautiful high mountains and the blue sky around me. For appetizer, the chef grills some kind of pink shrimp marinated in white wine and purple coral, and serves them with some special red seaweed and some pieces of small tomatoes called “ pomodorini ciliegine”, a kind of tomato find in South of Italy and South America. For main dish, he boils a big potato in water and then he makes a kind of meat-souse with some ground meet of quail with a little finely chopped parsley and garlic. After all, he adds a little milk, salt and hot chili pepper. At the end, he puts the prepared meet-souse inside the potato and decorates it with some slice of red onions, and a few black bean puree’. Could you imagine how great and pleasing that is? It is a really nice dream!

Friday, July 10, 2009

There Are A Few Steps To Write a Novel

I explain how you can write a novel. First of all, create a story and think about a massage that you want transfer. Second, think about how to begin the story, and you should create the characters, the events, the top and the end of the story. Third, imagine the number of chapters, and try to divide your story in the chapters. Last, you should to decide which form of grammar time and style of writing do you need for. If you process with these steps, you can try to create a nice novel.