Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Nview Move The Start Menu To Right

First edition of the Business Travel Market Town


Thursday, November 11, 2010

Jelly Bracelet Color Chart

Colors in a color transparency



What then I thought. What I do not write anything in here. Strongly suggests that this is a fake blog, created a fake nick for the occasion.

The truth is that they are a type very talkative and I like to talk, communicate, yes, but nothing. If I go to face, but when I want and with whom I want.

The truth is that I've always liked to read the colors of others. Knowing how to look, see below, to grasp the nuances. Keeping kept mine.

Friday, September 10, 2010

What Is Causing My Hands To Turn Red?

vintage train Redipuglia - November 7, 2010 Kobarid

E 'can groped to try old emotions and feelings simply promoting a train trip?
Certainly yes, if passengers are to accompany the re-enactors in period uniforms of the armies then arrayed in battle.
The destination is the village of Kobarid (Kobarid-Karfreit), starting from Redipuglia, the symbol par excellence of the common European memory of the Great War.
With coaches from the Royal Station Redipuglia, we reach the station of Gorizia and the Alps. Here it crosses almost without realizing that the state border that no longer exists, the ancient symbol of the consequences of World War II.
Transalpina The station, in the Republic of Slovenia, is now a monument of itself and of the "Southern Railway" that by following an optimal path conjoined Trieste to Vienna.
the coupling of a steam locomotive on the historic "Redipuglia Most na Soci (Saint Lucia), passengers move not only on rails of steel, but also on the tracks of history. In fact, several carriages of the train arrives, the voice of a speaker who narrates the major events that occurred in the valley of the Isonzo and the locomotive slowly along the river, its white steam puffing.
Giunti, in Most na Soci (Saint Lucia), passengers will go up on the coach to continue the itinerary: visit the museum where Caporetto el'ossario which houses the remains of Italian soldiers and participate in the 7014 historical pageant staged only for the event.


welcome participants 07:00 to 07:25
Redipuglia Departure from 07.30 am - return at approximately 19:15

Participation:
Adults € 85, oo
4 to 12 years € 45, oo
0 - 3 years € 5, oo (lunch included)

The participation fee includes:
> coach transfer Redipuglia - Gorizia (Transalpina station) - Redipuglia
> rail travel historic steam Gorizia - Most na Sochi - Gorizia
> Most na Sochi transport by bus - Kobarid - Tolmin - Most na Sochi;
> speaker on the train;
> guide in history Great War;
> lunch in restaurant (drinks included);
> recital;
> animation history;
> Kobarid Museum admission;
> visit the charnel of Kobarid.

the lunch menu:
Adults:
roast beef, roast pork, potatoes, vegetables, salad, dessert, ¼ wine and water.
Children 4-12 years:
Wiener schnitzel, potato chips, sweet drinks to choose between juice, cola and orange juice.

Information and reservations:
IAT Office Information and Tourist
Via III Armata, 54
34070 Fogliano Redipuglia (GO)
Tel / Fax 489 139 0481 Mob 346 1761913 - 10.00/12.30 15:30 to 18:00
Pro Loco Fogliano Redipuglia
Email

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Blood Work To Checkhas Chichken Pox In Past

few thoughts on the 8 September

Like every year we are given the ominous ... date for a few unfortunate people, because the majority of Italians are absolutely ignorant on the subject, as indeed on everything that concerns the history of our country.
Among the 'wise' then we can list a number of variants more or less tragic: those who know heard to say (and of course they can not perceive the seriousness of the event), those who rejoice in the event (as if there were remember to be happy in the beginning of a civil war, regardless of the extent to which one prefers to take sides, is certainly the most tragic of a civil war and the least we can expect, etc.).
But what exactly was the 8th of September? Without going into the visions of hand and without dwelling too much on the subject, certainly very well known by the few who read these lines, it can be summarized as follows: on September 8, 1943 was the date in which the Italian government represented by General Badoglio sanctioned the unconditional surrender with the Allies (the former enemies) and simultaneously took up arms against the Axis (the former allies). It was only and exclusively that. Everything else falls n elle personal views or versions of convenience. The unvarnished truth is just that!
A step back ... Italy, at war with a declaration to France and England, and therefore certainly be identified as the aggressor (same situation in the First World War in which we declared war on Austro-Hungarian Empire) the nvasa in its lands, unprepared to face a world war (a similar situation during the First World War it tackles the conflict in poor initial conditions, then improved through dedication of the fighters and all'efficiacia actions part of the political class and manager), tired of a war not wanted (such as in the previous conflict), the situation is exhausted in its majority.
Mussolini is arrested and General Badoglio guide the country to the next stage: the country is destroyed and its last legs, absolutely necessary to end the war at all costs! So far in my opinion, nothing too strange. It 'absolutely normal for a nation at war, at some point, no longer able to fight and demand the surrender to the enemy paying the obvious penalty, as happened to us with what is contained in' s long truce.
But a country destroyed by war and beset as we are still perhaps rightly submitted, it can not seek peace and simultaneously prepare to take up arms against their former ally, good or bad it is. This does not fit in any acceptable behavior.


Our politicians of the ruling class and did exactly that, on the skin of the people and soldiers who are scattered in Europe and the Mediterranean pay in person this decision. I want to cite just one example, among the most debated: Kefalonia. Even today we can attend events of all kinds to remember those poor soldiers shot by the Germans. My utmost respect for those fallen like all the fighters in uniform in each country and in every historical period. But most of us believe or have pretend to believe that Germans were the bad to kill in cold blood, the poor Italian soldiers, who were guilty only of having turned their backs. The tragic truth is that the German reaction, as in the brutal nature of this people (but I wonder who else would have done Diver), was caused as a result of several attacks by our troops there, authorized by this what remained of the Italian Supreme Command. High Command that he had "forgotten" to declare war on Germany , but ordered the troops scattered to resist and fight the new "invaders", putting themselves in position of "snipers" and not combat troops.
We could get out of the war in other ways, not guilty of that will never erase quest'infamia: in front of the situation created, any government in power could have done this a German ally was not able to fight and that unconditional surrender was the only way for us viable. We could warn about this ally, p rhyme beginning of negotiations and, if he had stopped there, we would have every right to defend ourselves with arms.
Some may assumed here that what is exactly what has happened in reality ... but in reality we do not feel our ally, we plotted our enemy to attack the troops of our ally, revenue in Italy also on our request to help defend the Allies (and this is another point to appear clearly), we turn against our ally weapons and decides to fight for the rest of the war. We, the Italians themselves war-weary and ready to embrace those people who until a few days earlier had killed thousands of our compatriots in the their bombs.
For this I am ashamed to be Italian. The Germans and the Japanese are stained with crimes of all kinds, but at least from this point of view fell into the feet, unlike us, although we want to tell other, we fell with the ass in the air.
Today, as then, the institutional representatives of a people are nothing but a photograph of the same people, at least of most of it. Today, as then, unfortunately, we are a country of cunning, of turncoats, flags of the wind, profiteers, and, now as then, we have what we deserve. Maybe I should not be indignant, but face up to reality.