It was a very exclusive line. In front of me stood a very senior official in the defense establishment, in back of me, senior politicians. We were all patiently waiting for our Knesset member cards to be issued.
I decided to take advantage of the opportunity. The defense official has secret information that I lack to complete one of the evaluations that I have been making over the years. “Let’s make a bet,” I said to the surprised senior official, “that in another four years, in the first major speech of the elected prime minister, he will announce that he sees the removal…
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It’s no secret among frightened friends and colleagues what a spectacularly devoted (shameless) Kate Middleton fan I am.
Before Kate floated modestly onto my radar I couldn’t have named a single member of the royal family other than the obvious (the fluffy one with the crown) and no wonder with my liberal common-sense-dense upbringing.
My intelligent, down-to-earth, politically left-leaning parents had every hope of me turning out a bright, semi-educated, fully-functioning human being, but no: I’m a gibbering half-witted Kate Middleton fan-girl, embarrassing everyone I know by appearing in a red-top tabloid dressed in a ‘Kate signature piece’ , constantly admiring her style and spouting insanity-drenched b*llocks about blow-dries and the ‘correct’ accessories to wear with a wrap dress, trawling fansites for breaking news, and skipping lunch-breaks to write impassioned blog posts about her.
I can’t help it – damn all the privilege-hating, she has made being quiet and pleasant…
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Plecase pe furis din casa parintilor ei, pentru ca nu voia sa ii supere. Ii iubea foarte mult si de aceea organizase totul in cea mai mare taina. Totul a inceput atunci cand a primit o scrisoare in care ii este dezvaluit momentul rapirii si cum a fost salvata de catre tatal ei adoptiv. Era mult prea mica atunci ca sa isi mai aminteasca datele exacte, dar isi aduce aminte perfect de mirosul acelei cutii de carton. Si iat-o acum mergand prin viscolul care biciuia totul in calea lui. Nici ea nu stie unde merge, dar examineaza cu atentie placutele de pe blocuri pentru a identifica strazile…In timp ce se indrepta spre o trecere de pietoni, apare din senin o lumina care o orbeste si nu mai vede nimic. Cand deschide ochii, incepe sa vada o placuta publicitara pe care scrie: Magazinul Afer…
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