The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Good Morning Lietuva

I'm used to the sounds drunks wandering around and shouting at 2:00 a.m. here in Lithuania . . .
I am not used to drunks blowing noise makers and laughing at 7:00 a.m.
I have of yet to tell if they were ending one long night . . . or starting a new one!
Perhaps they were ending their Forth of July party . . .
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This morning while davening I noticed a man with his three small children walk in to the backyard and make themselves comfortable on the shliach's swing set!
We asked him to leave . . . he seemed rather surprised that he wasn't allowed to use the swings.
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I thought getting a lap top would afford me more time to blog -but without the one hour limit I'm more prone to drift off into the internet's grasp . . .

2 comments:

A Simple Jew said...

It is funny you mention the sound of drunks because I remember staying in an apartment in Slavuta and hearing an elderly drunk man screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night.

Mottel said...

We went shopping last night after a walk around the old city -everyone was buying beer . . . and the lines were packed!
(You know you're in a drinking country when Alcohol is cheaper then Soda, and comes in six packs of 2 litter bottles.)