A nomad weekend

This weekend our family will be away to help others to organize the conditions and build the location of a grand event that will be held on 8-10 August.

Said event is called Kurultaj, (kooh-roohl-thai; the final combination 'a+j' sounds like 'i', as in 'I', first person).

I will report about this preparation-weekend later on.

It is a very important historical event for our nation, where lots of Hungarians, or relatives of Hungarians will meet each other to maintain the relationship.

I am very sorry, but the link I referred to takes you to a Hungarian page. There's no English version available, but with the help of the photos, you get the idea anyway.

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In the meantime, you might also look back and throw a guess at the Guess the Movie Part One. So far, not many guesses have arrived. I thought the film I wrote about was easier to guess...

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Guess The Movie - Round ONE

For the rules of the game, please refer to the post below.

Let the game start with a fairly easy one!

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The man in white shirt climbs higher and higher the metal stairs. Once he reaches the top, he starts running further away. The sergeant is right behind him. I see him leaving the top of the stairs and running after the bastard. One last pull and I’m up.
Far away, near the horizon, the shore fades into the growing darkness. The city below is slowly getting into the evening mode. Bright red and blue neon signs shine like match-boxes.
But it is not the right time and place to contemplate the evening.
We are in the run.
The man in white leaps into the air to jump onto a small roof. He lands safely. There is some distance between me and the sergeant, but running does not matter. Running is all right, but the location. Will I ever get my feet on solid ground?
The sergeant follows him easily.
Good for them – I know of the gap between. I do not look down, I jump.
The roof’s sloppy. Or are my hands sweating?
The slide seems to have taken hours. My heart pounds heavily when I finally get hold of the metal ditch at the bottom line of the roof.
My fingernails squeak. Bearing my weight, the ditch winds. It lowers me down a bit further.
My guts start to rise. Or are they sinking?
If I just turn my head slightly to the left, I can have a view of the gap under me.
I feel my face getting cold. My heart’s missing beats. My breath’s missing, too.
Windows on both sides of the two houses I was now hanging between, high up.
Don’t look down.
The height is growing.
It calls me.
Down, come down and rest.
An irresistible pull.

- Hey, give me your hands!
The sergeant’s voice hits me from above. His fingers are strong, his fingertips wide. If only I could just stop looking down…
Down, come down and rest.
- Give me your hands!
This time his voice comes from closer.
In fact he is sliding, too. He slides past beside me not even getting a grip of the ditch. In a matter of seconds, his body is down below, on the street. The spank and the absurdity of his final position attracts people of the street.

The monster below now has taken its prey for the evening.
You’ll be next – My dizzied ears are deceiving me. Are they not?
Down, come down and rest.

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Hints are written below. For getting more points try to guess without hints. It is one of the easiest in the whole series. You all can do it.

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Hint #1. One woman as two.
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Hint #2. San Francisco bay. The Mission. The Golden Gate.
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Hint #3. 1958.
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Any comments on the style of my writing, if meant to support and help me to improve are very much appreciated. No bonus points for that, though. But I am to grow and you are sure to help me. Thanks for playing along!

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The Conditions

of the contest are listed below:
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1. I wrote a text (per se, there are 10 texts) that is supposed to illustrate a movie. As if I was the one whose story the film was based upon. Perhaps, my idea is not original. Perhaps you don't really like movies. But you might like to give a guess or two.

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2. You read the text and try to guess the movie.

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3. You write your guess as a comment. Please do NOT write the title of the movie as a stand alone line. Hide it among a clutter of nondescript letters. If your guess is: 'Braveheart', you should write: kjfpaufjortz9vk3s8rgBraveheartgjdjtrkb95rhlswjv4darbg3

As the guesses keep coming, I ask you not to look at other people's guesses.

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4. There will be hints. Hints will be written in white. Just like the following sentence: Do not cheat!

You may use hints, but each hint takes away points.

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5. If you guess the name of the film WITHOUT hints, you get 10 points.

With the help of one hint:6 points

With two hints:4 points

With three:2 points

If your guess is somehow similar to the original version, you might still get points. Those cases are judged individually.

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6. There will be 10 rounds. I hope to publish them on Mondays.

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7. The player with the maximum amount of points will get something virtual from me, according to his/her own wish. Be nice to me, mwah-hah-hah. It can be a special, requested post, a photo, a meme, a painting, some sort of a help, whatever. Take part in another game - you decide.

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8. The films I chose SOMEHOW reflect my circle of favourite films. But not exactly. Some of them I can watch over and over again; some I watched once and that was that.

Bonus 6 points goes out to the player who guesses the rank of these 10 films, according to my standards. It should be a list. For example: 'Hey SzélsőFa I think your favourite is #5, followed by 6,2,10,3,7,4,1,9,8. '

Naturally, this bonus point can be awarded once all the ten films will have been guessed correctly.

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9. One player can have two guesses. The one with the highest number of reward points will be recorded.

Members of the same family count as separate persons, but only if they have a separate blogger account and they play as such. Like Aine and Jason. But you can not say: my guess is 'The little farm' and my brother said 'Moo me some more'.

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10. You SHOULD indicate the number of hints you used so that I can calculate your points. This is where the honesty factor comes into the game. I can not monitor your action, but I have to trust you. After all, it is a game.

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+1. It is intended to be fun. Have fun.

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Get ready

Get ready for a contest that starts on Monday, 26 May, here at the edge of the forest. All you have to do is to sit back and imagine the pictures that you think would support the text I provide you with.

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Bonus points to those who guess what the game will be about.

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There will be 10 (ten) rounds, just as there were with my previous fun photo contest.

No more wasted paper?

The life of an office paper:

1. It is brought into the office.

2. Text is printed on it. Someone reads it and uses it for quite a short interval of time.

3a. It is filed into a folder, where it gathers dust for as long as the office stands.

3b. It is thrown/burned away.

3c. It is recycled via the long way: a new paper is made. Chances are, this option is the less favoured one.

3d. The other side is reused. My husband keeps bringing them home so that the kids can use it for their drawings. Also he makes his students write their written essays on used paper.

But now!

Take a look at this.

I am amazed!

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Are you, too? Or do you see any drawbacks? Will people not use this new type of paper in the hope that the printed material would need more time for reading than 24hours? What can be the ratio of paper that is printed with the intention of one single look? Drafts? Emails?

The road and the evil stones

This post is a reflection to the sayings that 'Some blocks of rock on the road to Heaven are mounted by the devil', and 'Devil resides within small details'.

Watch this short video about an invention that is supposed to help lots of people. The official website suggests it is ideal for people who travel much, who don't have time and/or space to grow veggies out in the garden.

It also states "No dirt, no weeds, no mess and no green thumb needed."

Here, we are getting closer.

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Since when caring about veggies has been a clean-hand job?

Since when has mankind started regarding Earth as something filthy, something to avoid contact with? Since when man regarded himself as superior to any creatures and to life itself?

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I know - it happened a long time ago.

And see where we are know.

Anyone not seeing we are facing some sort of an ecological...uhm...hiccup...is either blindfolded or fool, or on some substance.

This neat step is one little step on the way to Heaven.

But it definitely was not mounted by love, or God, put it as you will.

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Okay, here's the video - and let yourself heard in the comments.

6 random facts

Kind Vesper has tagged me.
Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person that tagged you - ie me.

2. Post the rules on your blog.

3. Write six random things about youself in a blog post.

4. Tag six people. Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their post.

5. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.

I have done a similar meme HERE...

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SIX RANDOM FACTS:

1. I can not really swim. Nor do I like it really much. I guess these two are related :) I like doing a few breast-strokes every now and then, but long distance swimming was not meant for me. I like watching other people swimming, though. And I like watching any natural body of water.

2. This blog has been a well-kept secret for almost 2 years. Noone I know knew about it until my husband found it out a few months ago. He is not the curious type, he respects this as a place of privacy. Other than him, noone I know knows about it.

3. There was a period in my life when I was in university when I thought smoking was fun. I smoked for about 3 months, but cigarettes took their toll on my teeth and fingernails. Discoloration (yellow stains) made me quit smoking. I smoked one day and did not the other day. It was just as easy. I have not smoked a cigarette ever since. The horrible part is that there are days when I crave for one. It sounds and feels crazy. The stronger the craving is, the stronger I resist, because the craving itself horrifies me.

4. If I had to choose to have one extra-human ability, I would choose flying. I have dreams when I fly. I usually dream of flying when I experience some strong emotion the previous day.

5. When I was a little kid I disliked my name. I thought it was a complicated and painfully long one. I wished for a short and simple one. Well, I got used to it, and got to like it, too. When I got married, I choose to show my maiden name instead of becoming a Mrs. Someone - even if Mr. Someone is a great person :)

6. When I was a kid I was a loner. I did not feel any attachment to those silly games kids play. I was an outsider. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes I was glad about it.

I remember one occassion when I took part in a game. There were two groups, one against each other. I was a member in one of the two groups, but I left the group and joined the other. They accepted me and provided me with their secrets and treated me as one of them. Secretly I knew I was just faking it and I would return to my first group. I was a spy. When I returned, none of the groups really liked me anymore. Rather, they despised me. This little action of mine, which started as an extremely interesting and funny experience, turned sour. I too, despised myself and never forgave my dishonesty. Neither have I played similar games.

This happened when I was about 9-10 years old. Ever since this incident, I value honesty, trust and faithfulness over any other human trait.

But this story has a happy ending.

I've started playing an online fictional world game called Travian. Some of you might have heard of it, might even have played in it. In short; people build towns of their own, create armies, fight each other. Some people gather into clans, and some clans fight against each other. I have my own village, too. Arthur, he was a man in my clan. He left the clan because he had other intentions than our leaders. Arthur was one of the most powerful members of the clan and he was my virtual friend. We only know each other in this virtual world.

When he left, our relationship stayed and even strengthened. He gives me advice about things as I am a beginner to this game. He is nice to me and we share honest messages. About two weeks after he had left the clan, Arthur asked a question I knew I should not answer. I felt my childhood memories coming back to me. I felt I had to do the same thing again. I felt the time when I was able to make things work out for good finally came. In agony and fear of doing the same mistake again, I shared my childhood story with Arthur. I explained this haunting feeling I had. I decided not to answer his question. Arthur understood my stance and asked for my forgiveness for tempting me. I felt relief. I think now I have undone my betrayal. I remained faithful to my clan AND to a friend I like. The best part is that Arthur understands me.

And now I tag those who liked reading my six secrets :)

Feel free to reveal yours.