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The story of a dry tree

All the time I am tempted to make various comparisons between Scotland and my native country, Romania. Unfortunately, in all areas Scotland seems to be above us. Probably this is why you can see more Romanians in Scotland than Scottish in Romania. It’s normal to be so. They have left home looking for a better living, looking for a country to care for her citizens.

Do you know what I’ve noticed? As in Scotland nature is truly respected, that no one even breaks a flower. This thing delights me and makes me respect these people. In my country, the branches of the trees are torn down every spring. All the trees look like somebody wanted to mess with them. I’m ashamed when I look at them. I’m in the mood to hit the people who cut tree branches. Why are not we able to leave nature alone, at least where it does not bother us? Read More

Thanks for white, Scotland!

It was kind of cold last night when I pulled my dog out for a walk. I was not scared, because the temperature seemed normal for the end of November. As far as I noticed, there are no big differences between Romania and Scotland on the weather, at least during this time of the year. In the morning and evening it is quite cold, and during the day the weather is warm and the sun shines all around.

We went to sleep late, I was in the warm bed, and the dog in his couch bought from LIDL. In the morning, when I was out with my dog, walking, everything was white, a white as I had never seen in my country. On my other blog I told, in a fun way, how the miracle happened under my eyes: it turned my dog into a pig. In short, because you probably do not understand the Romanian language, I tell you that it stuck in the mud and rolled through mud until the fur became the color of the earth.

Bruno was happy, and I was glad to see that he was having fun. I did not take into account Read More

I lost my black cat in Edinburgh

My black cat was a beauty. Whoever saw her fell in love with her. Her green eyes sprouted the hearts, and her black fur nourished her thoughts. She had a slim body, gymnast. She had long legs and sharp ears. Unfortunately, I did not have time to take too many pictures. I have too few memories left from the black cat that was my friend for a day.

I like all the animals and sometimes I get involved in saving them. This time, I ask you to help me, because I lost the black cat in Edinburgh and I want to find her. I miss her every day. Sometimes I wonder if she is hungry, thirsty or cold, if she misses the streets or stays in the house, to the heat. Or could she stay where I left it next to the Edinburgh castle? Read More

Donations around winter holidays

Donations around winter holidays

I like to see the world engaging in noble causes, helping without expecting rewards, and for this reason, when I hear about such actions, I write on my blog to make their deeds known. This evening I was at Tesco for a few shopping. On leaving, as I left the store, I stopped for a second in the district with books donated by others. There I can leave as much money as I want and I can choose the book I want. The money that I and others like me get to some people with cancer. This time, I offered only two pounds for a booklet about Martin’s mice.

A little further, I saw a box in which various dog and cat food was collected. Any person entering the store could leave something good to eat for a being that totally depends on us, the people. Unfortunately, I did not buy for my dog, Bruno, except for chicken, and it did not seem right for my donation, because I do not know how long the food donated to the dog gets and I do not want to send something perishable. Read More

From what age does old age begin?

I met a man from Poland at work. He likes to talk and has many stories to share with others. He told us one night of a funny story on Polish television when he was a child. The actor who voiced the characters of a children’s show, believing the film ended, cursed the children and the bear whose voice imitates. I enjoyed this happening, so I searched the internet for details and I found out that the bear that the Polish was talking about is the famous Teddy bear, Miś Uszatek in polish.

When I met him, the man in Poland asked me what city I am from. I told him I was from Wishaw, Scotland, because I live here now. He was not interested in it, but he wanted to know the city where I live in my native country, Romania. Ploiesti, I told him. He looked into my eyes and told me he knew this city. I also looked at him with disbelief. Ploiesti is a small town, unknown to many people. How could believe a man in Poland know my city? He spoke to me one word and I immediately understood that he was telling me the truth, that he knew about the city of Ploiesti: the refineries. Read More