Rain from tomorrow The heat went down. Coolers are not needed. However, getting out of the rain on a bicycle is quite a hassle. The law says that the matter is forbidden. That is, when riding a bicycle, the umbrella cannot be given on the head, if you give the umbrella head you have to walk down the bike. However, the police say nothing.
Hold on to the police, if there are no lights on the bike. My bike lights are gone, it's been a month. A handsome man dropped my bike and broke the lights on his bike. It happened in front of me. Didn't want to say anything. I smiled and fixed my bike, returned the broken light into my pocket.
Recently I am in trouble with the bike. The brakes don't work. When the next morning a little more in front of the car began to fall. How I survived. The car was moving slowly, so the brakes saved me. The law will say, it is my fault.
Reading a book, The Kite Runner. After a long time I am reading something carefully. Trying Trying to get back into the habit of reading wasted books. Arup Bhai's favorite book. Reading occasionally
In the hands of Afghan-born author Khaled Hossaini, storytelling is constructed in the language of the Afghan social and political context. When Khaled's son was eight, King Zahir Shah fell. His diplomatic father fled to Paris, while Khaled was eleven. Later in the USA, sources for the father's political asylum. He spent the rest of his life there. Speaking of which, the more I read the book, the more it seemed that the gentleman did not get a chance to stay in Afghanistan for a short time.
If the whole book is read, the rest will probably be written....
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