Saturday, October 30, 2010

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Small gestures morning

I helped a lady this morning, as I ran.
A gesture by anything, I just helped to make a steep climb, relieving the weight of the bags.
In return I received a gift disproportionate effort. A heartfelt smile. I felt the love of the woman enter my heart and I warmed up more oxygen in the combustion stroke.
are rare moments of contact with people, because on Sunday morning before many of the ten cities are really asleep. Budapest, usually, has the aftermath of the hangover of an evening finished at six.

An incident that is associated with the same a week ago, Margit Island, a beautiful park in the middle of the Danube, where race is always a pleasure. That time I had lavished so much, and, as the lady in question just wanted information. "Where is the Grand Hotel?" he asked in an English accent as perfect as friendly. I explained how to get there and she looked at me with eyes almost tearful, then ask how long it would take to get there. I asked her to follow me, hoping not to make a colossal fool of the usual. "But we are getting from the


opposite, no?" considered her, walking the same behind me. I took her to the public baths. "Oooh," she did do with his five o'clock tea, making me laugh out loud. Moreover, we understand women. Again, his gratitude was excessive, albeit more rapidly. Of course, given the urgency. Two simple moments, but very soft. Memories that resurface and caressed at last. You know when bad dodge them instead of living them? I know you know. Memories and determination. We believe and we believe that whatever happens will warm the heart.
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