Cala boca, filho da p*ta

We visited Denmark last week. Ryanair took us there and at least some of us (you can guess if I was one of them or not) were in great ear-pain while landing. Nice... Welcome to Scandinavia, the place of cold winters and boring lives. Ok, I'm being too harsh again...

The whole idea why we went there was a event called "Development Conference 2005". It took place in a similar institucion like CICD with a lot of international people, youngsters who are eager to make a difference and a bit older people who have done it in the seventies and try to pass on the spirit now... Actually... ok. it's nice to TALK and DISCUSS and BLABLA about how bad is the situation with HIV (The winner of the worst-scale in Europe is Estonia, just to let you know - but I knew it even before the conference) and we need to end all poverty and peace and etc. BUT. I am all allergic to the word pair "group discussion" from now on. The pattern looks like this: a woman talks about some "facts and figures" and "tendencies of the world" on some kind of relevant topic (such as "Fighting poverty is a human obligation for all people") and then we go and discuss in groups of 10 or so and then we come back and all the groups present what is it that they were discussing... The sad truth is that not much new was said during first three groups. And the next three neither. And the last four... And we did it like 3-4 times. So, it is soooo nice to make big words and change the world, especially when the key people are hippie German just-got-out-of-teenagers... huh... I mean, it's nice to see active and positive and cheerful and we-can-change-the-world-if-we-all-just-join-hands-attitute, but... maybe I'm getting a bit too old or impatient or realistic for this merda.

So, I got just a little bit nervös, when I heard that we will organise a similar event here THIS weekend. Oh well.. I'm the host and in leadership committee plus doing at least 2 presentations. But I'm a DI and will make a difference, so...

And the last day in the "big" conference in Denmark we all went out and collected money for AIDS project in Zimbwabwe. It was the world Aids day, after all. I think we got like 95000 danish kronor in total which is like £9000. Not too bad. But there were too many Estonians in the streets of Copenhagen.

could anyone teach me how to write an interesting blog? like the ones people do not read only because they want to be nice to someone?

one day i will be a big and famous playwriter. you'll see!!!! (hysterical laughter) or maybe just big... and not famous and not a playwriter.... (even more hysterical laughter) don't worry, i'm alllllllrigggggght (like anyone would worry)

we were supposed to spend like a week in manchester in few days at paul's cousin's place. today we heard that she had an accident yesterday and she died in hospidal last night. the world is a funny place. maybe we could have been friends...

which reminds me my brazilian penfriend with whom i was writing before i went there. we were supposed to meet up there, but somehow we lost the contact before that. i found his e-mails some months ago and sent him a cheerful hello, i was there but now i'm back and we didn't even meet. the letter came back. with a little help of orkut i found out why he stopped writing me last spring. because of being an active member of society the policia militar had shot him dead 1,5 years ago from now.

actually, there was a really good speaker at the conference as well. he was a guest speaker and i was listening, mokk töllakil, the whole time. Jan Oberg, find him out. and a little indirect quote from him... it's not peace we're talking about in the world right now. it's

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