Re: Marie Jean Faucounau sues me for at least 8,487 Swiss Francs

From: Eole (phone.home_at_alpha.centauri)
Date: 12/09/04 

Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 14:02:30 +0100

Poruku otvorio sam a video sam da je Franz Gnaedinger, cija adresa je
frgn@bluemail.ch, pisao ove reci :

> The father of my first big love was a painter, a good one,
> a caring husband and father, and full of humour. He and his
> wife knew each other since kindergarden, and they led one of
> the few really happy marriages I ever saw. Let me tell you
> a couple of anecdotes. / One late evening, nearing midnight,
> he and his wife turned home from an invitation, singing and
> laughing on the street. What was the matter? They walked side
> by side and had their inner ankles tied together, so they were
> always in risk of falling, what made them giggle and laugh ...
> Nearing their 60s and still foolishly in love like teenagers. /
> Once he had a quarrel with his daughter. She heard him working
> in his atelier under the roof, one storey above her room. But
> no, he wasn't working, he was paving the floor, walking up and
> down, up and down. Then she heard his steps coming down the
> stair, he knocked at her door, she said Come in, and told him:
> You can't paint because of our quarrel. He said Yes. They spoke
> for half an hour and resolved their problem. Then he happily
> took the stair and finisehd his painting. / His daughter had
> heard Like a Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan on the radio and loved
> his music from then on. Her father did not so much, and was
> teasing her about Dylan. One day she found the translation of
> a Dylan song in a journal, cut it out, and gave it to her father,
> cenceiling the author's name. He read it, and exclaimed: Finally
> a good poem! She told him: By Dylan!, and triumphed.

Grapheus/Faucounau doesn't know what a skulltulla is, and doesn't probably
know who Bob Dylan is either. I'd like to sing to him, tho : "How does it
feel, to be on your own, like a complete unknown..." :) 

-- 
"Les claviers des ordinateurs sont trop petits pour mes gros doigts, tu t'en
rendras compte quand tu te les prendras sur le groin." (Alan Brooke)

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