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Do not forget, if you want to ask me questions, You Have SEVERAL options. 1. Firstly, There Are comments on articles but I have to confess that I wait a bit to make grouped responses. (For faster responses thus see point two and three.) 2. Then, you have my FormSpring for every small wonderings that may be stuck in your head about me, my travel or other. Let go of you ;)  3. And finally, for your suggestions, requests for specific items or issues that you want me to answer on the blog, I direct you to my mailbox whiteskin.blueeyes@yahoo.com . Do not hesitate, I would be pleased to answer you.

Oh yes and remerber that all of my english-speaking readers are more than Welcome to The Mistakes correct that intersect in my translations.

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As some of you have asked me, I'm back with an article intended my daytrip to Seattle and some info on the job that I landed here (post below). But first things more fun: my first steps on U.S. soil! Starts at 5am in Greyhound, a coach in the image of the driver that is really grotty! The ultimate fear: to lay his head on the seat while that our hair has just been thoroughly washed. Yeah there are details like that when you say we play beautiful adventurous, there is very girls ... girls at heart! It took four hours and travel as many stops along the way before crossing the border. Here, everybody goes: name, statement, picture, folder creation, making of loans, you name it! Had they been able to pass X-ray I think it would have been the same. So here I am stuck in the U.S. ... Basically, no interest in being noticed.

On site, the change is radical. Yet so close to the Canadian land, the spirit pervading nothing like his little sister. The population is more diverse, the city's dirtiest and most persistent beggars own culture but also seems to be stronger. Like a well-defined borrowing. With only one day ahead of us, we focus on the center, the old Seattle and docks nearby. It's Sunday, the market is full of flowers, food and various street artists are out. Despite the difficulty the sun through the clouds (cliché but true), the main artery rayon.

Attractions spend: gifts shop in the colors of Grey's Anatomy, first Starbucks, photos of ferries, "Yellow Cab", streets sloping, small cafés and of course some shopping. Seattle has few airs in Vancouver pretty much less you have to admit it but the spirit of belonging developed. Seattle is America, its flags, its culture. Seattle is an indie film: typically agitated, sometimes slow and not all rosy but disturbing truth of humanity and screaming.

As some of you have asked me, I'm back with an article about my daytrip to Seattle and some info about the job that I have here in Vancouver (next post). But let's start with the fun : my first steps on the U.S. ground ! Starts at 5am in a GreyHound, a car looking exactly like it's driver ie really crapy ! The ultimate fear : put our head on the seat just after having thoroughly washed our hair. Yeah there are details like that when you realize you may play the adventurous, you still stay a girl with a real  ... girly heart ! It took four hours of travel and as many stops along the way before crossing the border. Ther, everybody out of the bus : name, statement, picture, folder creation, fingerprints scanning, ... If they had been able to pass us under  X-ray I think it would have been done too. So here I am stuck in the U.S. ... Basically, no interest in being noticed ^^

Locally, the change is radical. Yet so close to Canadia, the ambient spirit is nothing like it's little sister. The population is more diverse, the city dirtier and more persistent are the beggars but the city and it's culture also seems to be stronger. As a well-defined borrows. With only one day in front of us, we focus on the center, the old Seattle and the docks nearby. It's Sunday, the market is full of flowers, food and various street performers are outputs. Despite the difficulty of the sun poping through the clouds (cliche but true), the main artery shines.

The inevitable happens : gifts shop in the colors of Grey's Anatomy, first Starbucks, photos of the ferries, of the "Yellow Cab", of the sloping streets, small cafés and of course some shopping. Seattle looks a bit like Vancouver : less attractive I must confess, but the spirit of belonging is strongly developed. Seattle is America, its flags, its culture. Seattle is an indie film: typical, agitated, sometimes slow and not all pink but disturbing with truth and full of humanity

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Hi, My sister

Myriam received the results of the second biopsy that was to come specify or replace his initial diagnosis, canceled due to the observation of anomalies in the evolutionary path of generalized cancer .


I stand Central to these few details since I am not a specialist:

- a deadly virus that threatens the life of my sister;
- Myriam defeated the virus
- the diagnosis of stage 4 cancer is canceled;
- it remains, in the coming months to repair the multiple legacy of devastation virus (abscesses, stones, infections, etc..) but nothing is a risk of fatal;
- my sister Myriam live!


I leave it to him to explain all the details of his actions (medical, physical, psychological, spiritual, etc..) And results on his blog ...

http://montraitementcuratif.blog.com/

... who will return online shortly, having been itself a victim of a virus, computer. After all, it alone can properly express what she experienced.


I want for my part to thank you from my heart for your support, your encouragement, your gifts, your prayers, your thoughts, your presence and your testimony of friendship throughout this ordeal.


nice day and enjoy life! She is beautiful, surprising, exhilarating, but fragile ...

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Bang bang, that awful sound

It was 5:45 this morning and while I sleep soundly, it is a start that I wake up in a terrible noise. The shots ring out and succeed in this late night quiet. Tires squeal, bad sign. And then there are screams, cries, a despair that is tearing, violent. I'm standing, heavy heart, I put my hand on the doorknob of my room, she trembles and shows no signs of stopping. I know what happens. I just know I do not realize. My first instinct is to get out. And then not. You never know. Stay away from windows, let the panic invaded his being and pray for the screaming to stop, that not everything is a bad dream ...


He was a "dirty man" as they say here, the pariah of the neighborhood, Justice. One of those who intimidates by his dangerousness. A shark among wolves ... shot 11 bullets at his home. Eleven seconds, a flash of life and yet so long, like a slow motion picture. The chest stuck in a vise, I hold my breath, while he, just meters away, drops his last.

A wall separates us, me and the soul that flies away. Torn from this world without an ounce of humanity. While the first to welcome hint that the neighbors reminisce about the escapades of the character, multiply that gossip, I hangs on this single positive testimony: that of a father touched by the support given by the victim his son after a fall on a bicycle. I refuse to believe in a fundamentally bad human. Just as I refuse to believe in man vigilante. And refuses to allow anyone to play God. It is no longer fiction but fact of human life, a person in all its entirety, a life of details, links, a father, husband, friend, destiny.

death this morning we visited. It floated in the air for long moments, looked his way, made it clear to who wanted it was neither light nor harmless. I felt. Long. Too. More than twelve hours have elapsed. I keep these echoes in months, they are repeated in a loop in my head. The shots, the cries, ... And while the needles are round the clock, the world has kept its frenetic pace of cruising, mine seems to have slowed and some latent fear took hold. I leave the world not quite in the same condition that I found. Broadly unique, cet événement a gravé en moi son emprunte, ces nouveaux ressentis, sentiments. Emprunte sanglante aux doigts de souvenirs amers.

If I thought my next article would tell you about my change of job and my little trip to Seattle, it's that I never imagined having the need to come here and deliver myself online after a tragic incident. Fatal incident which has been targeting a human life.

It was 5:45 this morning and while I was sleeping like a log, I suddenly woke up in a terrible noise. The strokes follow each other and resonate in the end of the silent night. Tires screeching, bad sign. And then, there are screams, cries, a tearing and violent despair. I'm standing, heavy heart, I put my hand on the doorknob of my room, it trembles and shows no signs of stopping. I know what's happening. I just know but I do not realize. My first instinct is to go out. And then not. You never know. Stay away from windows, let the panic invade me and pray for the cries stop, till all be a bad dream ...

He was a "bad boy" as they say here, the pariah of the neighborhood, of Justice. One of those who intimidates by his dangerousness. A shark among wolves ... killed by 11 fired shots at his home. Eleven seconds, a flash of life and yet so long as a slow-frame. The chest stuck in a vise, I hold my breath, while he, a few yards away, dropped his last.

A wall separates us, me and this soul that flies away. Torn from this world without an ounce of humanity. While the first ones are delighted, that the neighbors reminisce about the escapades of the characters, and gossip that multiply, I'm stuck on this single positive testimony: that of a father softens by the assistance provided by the victim to his son after a bicycle fall. I refuse to believe in a human inherently evil. Just as I refuse to believe in human justice. Refuse that anyone could play God. It is no longer fiction but reality, a human life, a person in all its entirety, a life of details, links, a father, a husband, a friend, a destiny.

This morning Death visited us. She has floated in the air for long moments, looking his way, made it clear to who wanted it was neither light nor harmless. I felt. Long. Trop. More than twelve hours have elapsed. I still echoes in these months, they are repeated in a loop in my head. The shots, the cries, ... And while the needles are round the clock, the world has kept its frenetic pace of cruising, mine seems to have slowed down and moved some latent anxiety. I leave the world not quite in the same condition that I found. In a unique way, this event has engraved in me borrow her, these new feelings, feelings. Borrow bloody fingers of bitter memories.

This morning Death visited us. She has floated in the air for long moments, looked for it's way, made it clear to who wanted it was neither light nor harmless. I felt it. For a long moment. Too long. More than twelve hours have elapsed. I keep those echoes in me, they are repeated in a loop in my head. The shots, the cries, ... And while the needles are round the clock, the world has kept its frenetic pace of cruising, mine seems to have slowed down and some latent anxiety is became mine. I leave the world not quite in the same condition that I found it. In a unique way, this event has engraved in me its print, these new feelings. Bloody finger prints & bitter memories.



-- PS: Merci à San qui a su apaiser mon esprit par cette simple parole " Une pensée positive more force than a negative thought . "So to those who raise their glasses to the death of this man, I raise my vibes. Wherever he is, can he find peace and forgiveness.

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The "blog curative" my sister Myriam ... The key

I know, I know, I do not blog more often ...

No time. Too many projects, too many ideas and sometimes too many ugly things to settle, but it must be done. Take for

cons of time today to present the most important cause that animates me: the fight against cancer, my sister Miriam.

My sister is married, has a little girl of 5 months (my niece Rebecca) and lives in Gatineau. She has already fought and defeated two cancers in recent years but was informed a few weeks ago, the return of the disease, widespread this time.

Far from giving up, she decided to adopt a lifestyle that will maximize its chances of survive in this great event. She also chose to write about this cure, its daily and emotions on a blog that launched this week.

http://montraitementcuratif.blog.com/

I shall say no more to give him all the room, but I still finished with an invitation to show her your love, your friendship, your disease and to provide encouragement.

is one of the engines of his recovery.