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I watched the clock strikes midnight and waited impatiently for this moment that would make me switch to the other side and close forever the door of a turbulent year that I did not want to speak.

When the first shot rang I ran to the door and I threw myself on the handle ... it seemed heavy to open but I pulled all my strength to get there. It creaked and initially would not budge but I cling to my will and as she relented.

I walked the corridor leading to 2010, it was dark and gloomy, I started to run, especially not to return, I fixed the gleam in the distance and it was absolutely necessary to achieve that before I the twelfth stroke of midnight.

I heard the demons snicker behind me and their laughter echoed against the walls, trying to slow down at every moment each of my steps, my equilibrium .... but nothing could stop me.

The glow grew stronger and increased my strength and my courage. The twelve strokes had not sounded that I was already down the hall. The light almost blinded me but it was exhilarating.

I put a first foot, then the second and it was there before me, gleaming. Her beauty took my breath away, she was so beautiful and radiant that it seemed to illuminate the whole earth.

I hardly dared to talk to him, I was afraid to break the spell, I fear it is only a dream, a mirage like those sometimes seen in the desert ... but it was well real ....

- Are you there? I said?
- Why such a question she answered a little annoyed ... I've never gone ....
- Excuse me, but it seems to me that a few months since you were no longer present at my side .... Or so discreet that I could see you ....
- Ysa .... sometimes the men have things to do alone and must rely on themselves, it is the hard law of life, but what drives ...
- Thanks, I noticed, but still you could have ...
me - I've never been away and I've guided even without your noticing ..
- lucky you tell me because I've realized nothing ....
- Come Ysa, is this really the time to argue, it remains three shots before switching to the other side ... you do not want us to do the rest of the way together? Then she wrapped me

its warmth and lit up my heart. It helped me to close the heavy door and it was then that the twelfth stroke of midnight sounded.

I wish you an excellent year in 2010 I cried my star, I'm never away from you do not forget ... ..

- But where are you?
- I join my fellow course, we illuminate the whole earth so that great things are accomplished in this new year ... for that we must stand united and welded ...
- So hurry up and come back soon ... ..

Happy 2010 to you my blogami (es) ....

I wish you a good star watching over you, happiness and above all good health because without it it is difficult to come ....

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The passage of time I'll be back ....

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So ... when do we go?

"For salt to be copied a hundred times, with signing of Jules: I do not confuse Guerande and Ile de Ré will soon be a floating island with global warming will be even floating islands, one for each village .... That's what she said!

Even if she exaggerates not, is what I asked him the difference between hummus and Trinah is what I am spinning the sum of the recipe or the banatages tchatchouka!

is still quite a babe! It's been a year since I know her. I do not know which of us found each other, maybe she remembers .... Anyway her blog I was immediately hooked. I liked his writing and his ability to adapt to everything, it queues you a word, she did worry a sentence, you shall file a sentence it makes you a text, thou shalt text files, they worry is a novel .... And whatever the subject, she always something to say, a thousand ideas an hour. ...

I wonder if I'm not finish the first articles to his blog, or shortly after, I'm digging through the archives I find nothing, there is a notice balagan in there, I do not want live there!

I was surprised the first time by the lack of comments she made several times following items and meter displays always zero, it upset me, I wondered why no one left the comm while what 'she wrote was very relevant, sometimes funny, sometimes serious ... .. I think she did not care to have a lot of comments or not, it continued its merry way without bothering to read or not ... ..

It was close to the operation "hard lead" in January. I went from an idiot comment that I did not bitch, she had an article on the war in Gaza m'horrifiait so I went to answer, I'm done dealing with all the names by which this chick finally treated all those who disagreed with her. Monette has leapt to defend myself, she took for his rank and morning Jules said "look there Ckankonvaou leaving a nice comment "(oh yes because I must tell you, Jules toured the messes he spent on your blogs, let it be said!)

Indeed CKKV, had been there and had not been kind to the idiot in question. I frankly found it cool, I told myself 'this girl has it "! I liked it already but suddenly I liked it even more!

And it became a blogamie as the faithful who come here and for me it became Fanfan (I call it like that but Maybe she does not finally !!!).

Fanfan when she makes it mind-blowing items, she has opinions on everything and always come to us to get ideas. She can treat a serious subject by ridiculing never be "borderline." I find it awfully well written and even sometimes I'm jealous!

Fanfan is able to write an article on his vacuum cleaner, or on its water leakage. I like it when she shows us her wardrobe, you'd just his clothes, that's class. Necessarily side with me in my flip flops, I'm embarrassed, but I I said that if one day I meet Fanfan, well I get out my suit me too! Notice to his job has to be the class Fanfan not need me there, I can get out of bed and work, no one ever sees me!

It is not snobbish Fanfan, she did the fart and yet it could not, that's what I like about it finally is this side has kept it simple, it adapts , when to be serious, she knows when to let go she knows. She has more and more people now on his blog and it makes me happy, even though sometimes I want to say 'forget I was not there at the beginning "! it makes a lot of competitions and I do not know how she does, she is everywhere at once, she is able to blog, go to Face book and prepare the kidneys at the same time, the champion Fanfan! !

Recently Fanfan is the happy grandmother of a little Emile. He does not know how lucky he ad'avoir such a granny, but he will notice soon. Fanfan form of large projects for him, President of the Republic, no less .... When she takes the pen to speak in place of Emile is truly "Kro" cute! me of bang for the bother I call Grandma, but of course, Grandmother is prettier and it suits her wonderfully.

That if you do not already know Fanfan alias CKANKONVAOU well have to go .... Finally, do not go all either eh, because otherwise it will be too crowded and she will forget me after ... ..

Sketchbook Express 2010

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Yesterday I did not see the day, 19 hours, I said stop and I feel I have done nothing are everywhere on burlingues .... In my personal corner between my mug tea, my big mug of tea and my glass of iced coffee ... are even more way to put a pen and when the cat decides to jump into the pile, that mind-blowing, everything is falling.

the side of the desk job is much better, and when I see the office of Jules nickel chrome mine, monstrous mess I tell myself it's been quite a contrast. Besides all this mess got awfully upset this morning. I tripped a bit and then I went into the kitchen to calm down, I peeled zucchini into small strips that I did return to the pan with olive oil and lemon a little garlic, chives, salt lightly spiced guérande (offered by CKKV ), I ate it for lunch was pretty good, even the Jules ate, he who hates zucchini it is to say!!

Yes I know, what relationship between the zucchini and the office misplaced .... Seek not, there is no ... say it is to advance the chmilblick .... I am once again in bulk, so when I'm loose everything in bulk and my post will be loose!

I can not stand the mess, I've always been methodical in my work, while in its place, beautiful well-made records, all clean, there are all instantly ... .. Whoever my successor at the town hall was also impressed by my organization, the poor, if he saw my office today, he would jump from the top of a minaret (he is a Muslim my successor), note c ' well they did in diversity, a Jewish but not born Jewish, which is like a Jew, but is it really Jewish? and after a Muslim ... .. it is a true except he likes booze, he does not always Ramadan and drag it a lot, especially ... Teenagers. the next will be to suppo Satan finally if there is a neighbor because Poppa seems hooked to the post, he found the perfect hideout. It was free he understood everything, he is the secretary and her work is parade and the worst is that his mixing of air and it works well, it is seen .... Finally, although seen by the punters, those up there, because the staff, the real one, that hump and I led an iron fist in a velvet glove miss me (I have not lost everything but it I used to do much more !!!). He is crafty grandpa, he took his share of the claims in the card so it works better. Me my card I had made ages ago, I did not make bows and I did not particularly close my mouth ... it's a lot!

Should I tell you my one of his four fights in two balls as a trade unionist, always trying to defend lost causes in advance. ... I'd have to tell you about the risks taken during election campaigns when we went on the FN jalopy and threatened us .... Should I tell you ... .. Rooo I've done things in my life anyway ... .. I wonder if it would interest you all ...

Today, apart from myself being attacked by a pot of cream with minerals Dead Sea, I never see what might happen to me ... interesting. This brings me to the main purpose of this post .... this blog is there still reason to be ... ..

I find some time since I have nothing interesting to tell you if it's because my memories of life before it was finally ... Byzantium. Right now it is a commonplace ... .. I even have the strength to complain, then the wall is 70 terminals, we gotta go! The weeks go by and look ... I'm stuck on my burlingue behind a mess, in my cups, my bags salt, cream of my tubes and I am head of shit asshole who did not understand the difference between a pigeon!! Yeah, I know I've said before, I see dotage, I repeat, I quacks ... ..

Y sometimes I want to open all the bags of salt and all empty into the house, take the jars of cream and stick them on the faces of customers, to be vulgar with rooms beauty take us for idiots. So when I'm upset I'll calm me down on the face of a goat .... The tab is permanently open on my computer Me, I'm cuckoo Liliplume at Bérangère Monette or fanfan and it feels good ... .. I am even girlfriend with cats and dogs on the face of a goat that is to say, suddenly I have put my cat .... It shows live his bullshit ... .. any nawak I tell you ... .. the artificial paradise to forget that I'm stuck behind this damn computer .... And what I expect ... .. not even the messiah is not the time ... .. Good

I return ... .. I offer to finish ... .. who knows, on a misunderstanding maybe it can work ... .. I know that it works, but it is other people be convinced and I think I am not formatted correctly for that ... ...

"Go en'rvoar!! (Dixit CKKVA)

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Hammam

In his last article, we Bérangère extolling the delights of a steam bath it did during his weekend in Paris that the coup has revived memories rather incredible a hammam in Marrakesh.

We're in August 2001, we rented a villa in the suburb of Gueliz, with two couples. The place is gorgeous, a huge wrought iron gate opens on a large plot planted with palms and trees with varied across the pool and dining area. Eastern left the building houses on the right rooms for tenants. The rest of the house is the private owner of apartment places that we will not see because he lives part of the year in France. Across the land, a building smaller houses two bedrooms and a bathroom. Our two pairs of friends are headed to the rooms of the central building, we take the neighborhood in the small house which is nice but will be as hot as it has no air conditioner.

Fatima is activated in the kitchen with his aides. She has three young women in her service and she leads a master hand. They are responsible for running errands, to prepare our meals and carry out the cleaning of our rooms. It's a bit like a hotel except that there is more cool and there is no real schedule to follow.

The stay goes well and we try as much as possible not to live as tourists but to mix with the population. Fatima gives us the addresses of restaurants and typical places to visit. After one week, we tempted by the steam, we've seen advertising and hotels offer a lot of opportunities as attractive as each other.

We are already seeing in the sumptuous steam rooms, sipping mint tea, massaged by creatures of dream, pampered by gentle hands .... A bit like in the movies of the thousand and one nights. ... We want the best of the best, some hotels offer packages that very interesting, hammam, massage, snack, swimming pool ... .. we see them already and we no longer talk of nothing else ....

Fatima who has not missed a beat in the conversation just like every night sitting with us and have dessert. The hammam she goes once a week and it usually goes through a small steam room not far from the villa. We want the typical, we want the truth, then why go locked in a hotel with tourists, so we can do locally. ... And above all why go pay for something super expensive so we can have both cheaper!!

Yes finally, Fatima is right and knows how persuasive. We will know a true and not a Moroccan hammam steam room hotel, and with the savings we will make it able to indulge in the souk. You end up rallying to his cause and decide to go the next day afternoon, the men keep the children.

I do not know why but I suddenly felt crappy from the start and my fears were not allayed when we arrived in the neighborhood or the steam room was located. We went to an old stone building which would have needed a good cleaning. I will always remember the curtain of the entrance door with colored plastic strips dangling in every direction and the hag who kept the cash.

I had a while back and I watched the girls who do pipaient word. It was shared between the fear, the desire to scamper like warrens and also a mad desire to laugh was certainly due to the existing tension.

must say that the place was really murky, one would have believed in the courtyard of miracles. A long corridor divided the building into two, one side for men and other women.
The madam had to wash the hair in an oil bath and her blouse was not the first cool, she had her hair in an old bar that held by the operation of the Holy Spirit. His arms were like those of a precious newborn and his chubby buttocks were outside of the chair.

She gave us a key to our locker and a towel which was more than the first fresh and had not be washed with detergent that washes whiter. We walked to the locker room that was actually a common dressing room. Fatima left us there and showed us she was going to do some shopping. We therefore found himself between us and the tongues were loosened as dry. It was not really what we had imagined, we thought we might have not come but we did not want to offend Fatima. Anyway the place was not good and we were not really alone because we had seen two or three wags the sinister-looking admires us emphasis during our stay in the corridor leading to the locker room.

I scarcely dared to sit on the wooden bench and I was wrapped in the towel, taking care previously to examine it in all directions. It was rough and irritated skin that already sensitized by the sun. I put my clothes and my bag in the locker and I hurried to tie the key around my wrist. The atmosphere is relaxed gradually and we might even laugh at the situation. We had orders to wait until we come to pick us up, we had the luxury of having each person in our service is Fatima, who had demanded and had even brought a person who was on vacation ....

I do not know why but I clung to my towel like an oyster with a rock .... I was extremely stressed and had a hard time to relax, lack of hygiene of the place annoyed me a lot and if there had been no girlfriends, I took my legs to my neck !

They arrived as one man, they broke into the locker room and needed to see it to believe it. Three wives, each with a loofah. One she seemed to be the leader, wore extra large bucket of soap! They made us get into a first chamber where it was warm but not suffocating and made us sit on the floor, they filed gloves and bucket and came out.

We started to relax, steam and moist heat to help and we had even taken the luxury of laughing at the situation. We were between us and there was nobody else, as if the steam had been reserved for us. We had an idea of the sequence of events, each of us would be a good soap women they made us more afraid than anything else and were very far from beautiful creatures seen on the leaflets of steam hotels.

Obviously and as usual, I inherited the ugliest. I hardly dared look at her, she was approaching sixty. She was wearing a simple tunic and I could see her heavy breasts hanging down. It scared me that breast and it was stronger than me but I could not stop looking at her. She had tied her hair began to gray and it lacked two teeth in the mouth which gave him the air of a witch and I immediately compared the witch of Snow White. When she came towards me with his loofah, I felt she handed me the famous apple that would make me sleep forever.

She spoke very little French and swallowed his words, so I contented myself sometimes to make a nod when I do not understand. ... The girls were not better off but they seemed much more relaxed than me. The witch grabbed me suddenly and snatched the towel that covered me, she threw it carelessly on the side and began to lather myself with excitement so I was breathless. I heard the girls giggling because for her it had not yet started and they had every opportunity to observe me. It coated my black soap and there escaped not a corner. I could hardly sit up and I even remember what we had slipped a good laugh. The other got caught by the leg and got back in the saddle! Meanwhile the girls were also taken in hand and little by little relaxation was in order and the party turned to outright laughter.

The three good women did not understand why they clucked like chickens, they exchanged in Arabic so that we do not understand but I think we did not care. My witch was trying to explain the benefits of black soap and when she grabbed the loofah necessarily less well it works! she rubbed so vigorously that I thought she was going to rip my skin and suddenly I was a little reluctant.

She wanted to prove to me by A + B the benefits of his approach I was not convinced so far. I had always heard that massage glove used in small circular movements, soft touch and she arrived with her big shoes and I planted squarely in the glove skin. She then praised his seniority in the trade and customer satisfaction, I still was not convinced so far and I waited impatiently for the torture ends. When she arrived with the glove on my chest I stopped immediately, there was no question she entered the space is a sensitive area and I did not want to find myself without skin! ! Of course she did not understand and said I was a fuss, she did this every day but I did not budge and made him clearly understand that it was my problem and not hers. She continued her task while grumbling and ended it with a bucket of water she poured me warm over the head. We wanted to be typical of him. One of the girlfriends had nabbed a giggle when I saw this and could not stop.

Then we moved in two different rooms but this time the witch and the end of the meeting turned to general laughter. We could not stop. We said we would keep an unforgettable memory of this passage and the hammam is the case. When Fatima came to pick us up we told him that everything went well and we did not linger on the subject. We had imagined a moment of pleasure, serenity, relaxation in a nice shiny clean steam room, a rest on a couch sipping tea, soft skilled hands and a nice massage .... Oil smells spicy oriental ... ...

Farewell calf, cow, pig, brood, there was no castle in Spain, but instead a good laugh .....

Finally next week, when Fatima proposed to return, I do not know why suddenly it was all done in a very tired ..... and it went it alone in Hammam's favorite!