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Bistecca or steak? La Dolce Vita

Good morning from Naples! The sky is blue, the sun shines onto skin, the gentle breeze brings the scent of sea and adventure, my breakfast tasted great and my girls and I feel good lion. Princess makes it just nice for me - claw and chew paws clean. Diamond, meanwhile, holds her belly in the sun. And she has a really cute little belly - very white, very soft, very attractive. But, That's Good in Italy.


However ... So, how should I say it? As a royal lion goes for me, of course, the rule "noblesse oblige" and therefore I would never ever something friendly to our Italian hosts tell me in every performance loudly and enthusiasistisch - celebrate - as befits just me.



(c) Bittera


A small problem I have but in Italy: Bistecca. That's how I learned Italian steak. Martin, the Italian food like it very much (among us: When the girls and I would not ensure that it remains up to speed, one would he look likely now), even claims, "Bistecca" is the same as "steak". He assured me several times, "Bistecca" is just another word for it. But not so easy to get to me! Bistecca is something else, so Martin and I, two had weeks a little debate.

He came to breakfast: "So, Tonga, here's your fine steak, delicious Bistecca, purchased separately for you.."
I smelled it and said, "Grmpft!" Well yes to some extent Löwisch Martin dominated and therefore he could (quite correctly) as "No, I do not like. This smells funny" translation. He
it: "What should it smell funny, it's fresh, it's good, it's steak?."
Me: "Grandad" (= "! Of paths and Steak Bistecca it is!")
He: "Just because this is not 'steak meat', but 'Bistecca' on the label, you have to hire you!"
Me: "ffffff" (= "I ask me not. I only like no Bistecca. I want steak)
He: ". Tonga, we are in Italy. Here you eat Italian. This means that I get pizza and you Bistecca "I
".! Grrrrfpft - roar "(" I'd rather eat pizza than there, especially when the pizza is decorated with a steak. ")
He twisted ( the eyes): "Tonga, you are the most pampered of all animals! Everyone else would be happy if he would get such fine steak "I
:" pfffft! Brrrrr! ! Grmpft "("... I'm not spoiled I have only the rights entitled to me And this is not a steak, Bistecca but also it is fat. ")
He:" What? I carefully cut away all the fat had "
I"! brrrrr "(".'s I can still smell ")
He:" Tonga! Do not make me mad! How should I get in Italy steak
Me: "?. Plllllrrrr" ("You see - now you give it to yourself: This is not a steak, but Bistecca"
He: "You did not plan to eat it? "I
:" Roar "(". Bistecca right I do not eat. ")
He:" Do you even know what the stuff costs thousands of lions in Africa, the claws would then lick "
I stretch (it! tongue out)
He:.. "Okay you win." Grab the Bistecca and throws it to the girls. "Princess, Diamond -. Rejoice your Lord and Master Bistecca do not like, so you get it." Looks at me and sighs: "Woe to you pout next Wednesday, two days because I was not there!"


I have not sulked, but - he is, even though he has done so difficult to understand the difference between steak and Bistecca, but my man and my best friend - I really worried about him. On Sunday he is in fact gone to the presentation by car to Munich. Me of course he said that he had referred the insanity trip only because of me is making, but so far the friendship but not enough then that I would have believed him that. He is of course because his girl and his offspring down - and that's okay. Well, they belong to the family. In addition, he has to keep in good spirits Jana to us when we are back in March, venison is cooking.

But his trip to Munich was also a plus for me: He's there, the trunk with ice packs and good German steaks fully charged. Bistecca with nothing - from now is there real Tonga feed! And so the proof: people are educable. It may cost a little trouble sometimes, but if they reasonably have talent and you are patient with them, it works already.

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Just think at this point an ambiguous smile. My name is Bunny, I know nothing about it.

now to the actual topic of the post ... This has encouraged me here a little degree.



And this was indeed already last week, but I still look through the head.



I think it's nice that among all the Gezicke always finds someone to leisure, and takes the time to themselves and others to remind us what it really should go. In such views may be, I think each of us somehow find themselves.

I'll experiment in February . Start Here come the semester break and I now fear that I'm only doing nothing again and I'll get bogged unhealthy eating in front of my PC, I 'nen Cut. I will try a month without internet. I know, sounds gross. But after I now live for months without a cell phone, I've lately been thinking about media consumption in general, and have come to the conclusion that constant availability and the urge to be always up to date, sort of can not be healthy. There are some things that remain some way behind. I'm no longer a good book read to the end, my George Martin's are still almost untouched on the shelf. I have new crayons that I have not yet tried. I could do with tinkering accessories, I could get paint from home and my easel. I could write more effectively if I did not always run alongside Facebook.

But then come the doubts. Let's start with the most ridiculous of: Oh my God, what will happen to my City Ville-town? Who will pick up for me my ribbons? There are so many tiny little time-waster on the Internet, you think it is indeed a mere 5 minutes a day, but it's five minutes of life time one spends in front of the PC, while one could enjoy the nice weather outside or read a good book. I'll miss as much if not every day I look at EGL and Animexx. Since it's already happening. We actually still remember how the Internet an integral part of our life? How do people get nervous when three days were not on Facebook? As we also expect others to read messages as quickly as possible, we are always available when writing them, as we deliver even discussions about the most personal things in chat rooms, instead of sometimes all the old school landline phone to . Access

I know that I will not go so far as to delete my accounts and tough to start a new, Internet-free life. I'm that part of a scene that could remain difficult without online communities alive. I'm that a member of a generation for whom the Internet has become the habitat. But I'll try, and the decisions I make it. Ie: monthly cold withdrawal. As of Tuesday I am offline. The most important people get my landline number and my address, I am still reachable in three ways: fixed line, letter, come home and ring the bell. All others may think of me and imagine how I will probably spend my time. A few plans I've had. I'll go for walks in the morning, I'll read a lot, write even more hopefully, meet friends, Clubbing, 2 gigs are on, I will make my balcony nice for spring, go to the museum, I paint organize a sofa bed, drawing, handicrafts, and so on and so forth. I'm at grad still considering whether I would let my sister see through once a week just for me my mail. But I'd tend to let it complete.

Otherwise I'll spend the day today with linguistics. Tomorrow is my first exam on Tuesday methodology is tuned, I will Monday evening and Tuesday morning, again with Esther learn after we were yesterday so successful. The whole afternoon sitting in the Bib, but hey, structural analysis is now no longer a foreign word for me. Thursday visual arts, then, on Monday on it again Lingu. And then I have vacation. Fuck yeah.

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Mei, I have long since written in my diary! My friends have think so yes, that happened to me in Italy something!

But this is not the case. Quite the contrary. I'm all - although in winter with the southern Italian sun and the blooming lemon trees is not so far away - very good. And that was the reason why I have not expressed here. La dolce vita - the sweet life - is my nature, the lion well, as if there is anything that can be learned by lions, then it is - do not hunt, no. And do not look too impressive (we control the lion's men so well that your people before men Had no chance to compete in it with us), but "lazy.



(c) Wolfgang Digel
treated in this way provides for lounging with a professional like me out - and the real Dolce Vita is the fact that I observe at the same time, as my man runs across the square and makes and does.



(c) Wolfgang Digel
too early to, wants to become a champion: Junior is also quite good at relaxing hang out.


If you people - especially the Germans - is "lazy" yes a rather negative connotation. A German is (often enough) a person who himself during a visit to the circus before the lion cage standing sigh reports of how much stress he has the job again and that he actually can barely afford it, once to pause. And sometimes proves the German man's immense importance - that's what I suppose at the stories from the stress - the fact that he pulls his phone from his pocket and before me share prices discussed or told a colleague in the office, what to do absolutely still. These are the moments in which I would like to say: "man, but relax once you take a lesson from me!"


I understand all the running around is not the man. Of course: They are not as privileged as me. You have to earn their food harder, they must pay for the roof over her head. They need clothes, they need cars (like us has it better: We will down), they need, probably because they do not have manes, other status symbols. But let's be honest: Where is life? Where is all at 'the hustle and bustle of what makes life really worth living?

For me it's not only the applause and the success (although it is very pleasant, of course, that the Italians find me so well and I will always cheered), but what you people probably see as "little things" would: The sun whose rays hands crawling on my skin and the wind that plays in my mane, and every day brings new and interesting smells, the circus music that sounds from the tent over to me and to my delight Appearance makes, watching Diamond, she plays even forget the broom, which our man in the exhibit leave, a child who is with oversized eyes before me and can not even break loose again, my man, who sits with me and me my favorite part of the crawl (which is not going to tell - is a secret between Martin and me).

Yes, I have in the past few weeks all enjoyed 'it. I had a dream in the sky and planes looked flying somewhere in the distance, I had the sea breeze from the port in the nose and dreamed of the vastness of the lake, I have hunted in my dreams on the savannah (in the dream clearly better than in reality. In the dream's no spines on the floor, it's never too hot and you get the juicy wildebeest, behind which is her, always), I have just enjoyed life. And that's what I recommend today: Let's take it easy sometimes. Goof relax and enjoy! Do it to us for lions and enjoy your life!