Though i should start her story from the scratch, I am somehow in the impossibility to do it(hard word, still), for I only met N. in august 2007, while I was taking part in an international media training in Muenster, Germany. My beloved N. is a teenage girl, almost a becoming lady, aged no more than 17. When I first met her, she was having medium-long black hair, with her front head uncovered and a metal piercing in her tongue. Lady N. is Israelis, but it seems that her parents' efforts to raise her in the Hebrew religious spirit collapsed one day I could not precisely name. I imagine the gang, the 'cool' and the non-conformism of the age celebrated the triumph over the traditional dogma that is even currently dominating the country and its people at all possible levels. Of course, I do not deny the possibility in which she was wise enough to realize that if indeed a God existed, the belief in Him shouldn't be constrained and limited to rules and musts or a pretended religious rigidity. Some would call it rebellious attitude or even mutiny. However, there were only rare times which brought along such naturalness springing from only one being.
Despite her siblings, she replaces some words of her vocabulary with others- more expressive, i guess. Lady N. was not afraid to eat meat and cheese at the same time(Hebrew forbids it rigorously), as well as she had no uneasiness to scream out loud how much she liked...some particular parts of the Israelis guys. I have to admit i was somehow astonished by the way she was able to make a clear distinction between these parts, bringing, more or less, some kind of praise to their notorious practice of circumscription. She shared no shamelessly to dress up as a bitch(so, this way we were two) to the bad taste party or to admit sexual instincts as a natural part of the game.
This summer, she is supposed to come in Romania for another training. I can't help but wonder if she would still like that cute friend of our of who we would gladly think of as gay....
I guess I just I love her.
Though i should start her story from the scratch, I am somehow in the impossibility to do it(hard word, still), for I only met N. in august 2007, while I was taking part in an international media training in Muenster, Germany. My beloved N. is a teenage girl, almost a becoming lady, aged no more than 17. When I first met her, she was having medium-long black hair, with her front head uncovered and a metal piercing in her tongue. Lady N. is Israelis, but it seems that her parents' efforts to raise her in the Hebrew religious spirit collapsed one day I could not precisely name. I imagine the gang, the 'cool' and the non-conformism of the age celebrated the triumph over the traditional dogma that is even currently dominating the country and its people at all possible levels. Of course, I do not deny the possibility in which she was wise enough to realize that if indeed a God existed, the belief in Him shouldn't be constrained and limited to rules and musts or a pretended religious rigidity. Some would call it rebellious attitude or even mutiny. However, there were only rare times which brought along such naturalness springing from only one being.
Despite her siblings, she replaces some words of her vocabulary with others- more expressive, i guess. Lady N. was not afraid to eat meat and cheese at the same time(Hebrew forbids it rigorously), as well as she had no uneasiness to scream out loud how much she liked...some particular parts of the Israelis guys. I have to admit i was somehow astonished by the way she was able to make a clear distinction between these parts, bringing, more or less, some kind of praise to their notorious practice of circumscription. She shared no shamelessly to dress up as a bitch(so, this way we were two) to the bad taste party or to admit sexual instincts as a natural part of the game.
This summer, she is supposed to come in Romania for another training. I can't help but wonder if she would still like that cute friend of our of who we would gladly think of as gay....
I guess I just I love her.
2 comments:
well, even if she thinks that guy is gay, maybe he's not... She can't know until she has tried... :)
:)
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