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People occasionally get numerous opinions based on the first impression. The particular approach can be highly misleading, but still there should be some peace of truth as a part of reality that can be viewed with a person’s own eyes. The particular aspect will be reflected in the context of Istanbul. Observations have been taken during half a day from Istanbul Ataturk airport to the Green Park Hotel . First that can be noticed even thanks to the Turkish Airlines , are Turkish sweets. Square-shaped candies are almost without smell, but tastes somehow different from anything else. Secondly, the food including beef with rice and baked vegetables, salmon, bread, another small square candy for a desert, some creams to be eaten with a bread. All that was served in nice hard plastic dishes that had thought thru form. First time in the use of different airlines cutlery was not from a plastic, but metal. From the aforesaid can be understood that Turkish people like to eat and eat good. Ther...

Source: http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/03/07/ travel/031107mansion-hotel-hallway.395.jpg People laughing and telling their silly stories. And you laugh and smile at them because you have to. It is past 4 a.m. and they are just doing that all over again – telling make-believe plans and information that will never come to be true. The bed and the rest of the furniture are old-fashioned and yet somehow fancy. I am not sure whether I like it or not because you have to like it anyhow. I am trying to keep up with all the enthusiasm in the air, but still I am the most silent and level-headed person in the room. I prefer to touch the bed cover and feel its texture sliding past my skin. And just watch people’s way of talking – how different they are in their gestures, tone of voice and other indicators of their individuality. These are the girls I am talking about, boys are on the other side of the room. Some talking is also there, but naturally not so much laughing. I prefe...

Sometimes there are words that just fits so perfectly in the situation adding higher importance than all the meetings. Just some simple words can make it hard to go. However, even harder for a girl is to admit that she is the one who went wrong and the one who is using wrong words. But some boy did go right, after all he did know the best... In her words he is still alive. She loves to speak with that passion in the best manner she can. If it is all you have left, sometimes it is enough for some changes you could be proud of. The boy would be proud of the girl in the expensive dress because she faked it not only to make it, but to become it. Yet, the boy himself is proud already of what throughout the sleepless nights and bleeding tries he has become. That's the most important thing - the result, the ending. The girl knows that and for her there is no happy ending, but God knows how she tried. Sometimes it just is not enough. He is a man now and she is a woman. Ther...

It is a bright middle of the day. The wind was silent and people were buzzing along the streets. It was an ordinary day in an ordinary metropolitan city. People like marionettes were spreading inside different buildings to satisfy their curiosity for new things. The person who we choose not to name wasn't an exception. He also went into a variety of stores and buildings that were built as a part of where to spend the money. Source: http://images.christianpost.com/full/79954/paris-shooting- charlie-hebdo.jpg It was a place where the product bars seemed endless. You could easily find only the exit as it was marked by big green and white signs throughout the large hallways. The sound of shoes, boots and some comfortable sandals was constantly whistling past the ears. It was possible easy to hear more heavy and lighter products falling in the big carts. The person liked to watch people buying things that they even won't need just because at that moment their brain thought t...

The history of Baltics always has been complicated. And the same refers to today. What have left from Swedes, Germans, Russians are still here. Using public transportation and on the streets it is possible to hear different languages and it is nothing unusual. However, recently the situation has intensified. Even I trying to be liberal, felt a wish to show my conservative stance after in a train hearing some Russian saying that there smells after Latvian pigs, adding that Latvians should go to Russia and let them (Russians) live. That's the direct opposite of what usually most Latvians are saying about Russians when they complain that they are oppressed. Who is right and who is wrong? Looking back at the history as it is written in Latvian books and international sources, Latvians and Lithuanians have derived from ancestors of Indo-European (also ancestors of other Europeans) people called Balts. It happened already around 3000 BCE. Mostly they traded with amber to Rome and By...

People talk about love and how it is essential for any human being. However, we also can look at how sometimes people doesn't want to be loved by some people. Reasons for that might differ - they think they are better, another person is not attractive enough to give response, it cannot work, it's not real. Actually people tend to be choosy despite love is something that is not material regardless of circumstances, age, distance and everything else. It is valuable and can be spread from any person who has good intentions. Sometimes people are arrogant and disbelieving, just letting it go. The quote sums it all up just fine. /Quote from:  Stephen Chbosky ,  The Perks of Being a Wallflower /

Avots: http://static.panoramio.com/photos/large/32631454.jpg Nokaltusi zāle savēlusies nebeidzamos kušķos. Pa melno kurpju malām ik pa laikam sūcas iekšā mitrums ikreiz, kad kājas pārāk dziļi iegrimst nebeidzamā velēnu un zāles sajaukumā. Ik pa laikam redzams kā ūdens izplūst virspusē tik lielā daudzumā, ka vajag pārvietoties uz tādu pašu zāles ceļu blakus. Kājas kļūst aukstas un nejūtīgas pret stindzinošo ūdeni. Ceļš ved taisni uz priekšu un nav redzams nekas cits kā nebeidzama zāle, kas pamazām līdzinās purvam. Ja priekšā nekas nemainās, jāskatās ir atpakaļ. Un jā, tur ir izmaiņas - nelielas ūdens tērcītes nonāk pie kājām. Liekas, ka tās nebēdnīgi spēlējas ar sažuvušās zāles stiebriem. Viens mirklis un vis jau ir mainījies. Klusumu ar nelielu zāles čabēšanu pārtrauc mutuļošana, kas kļūst aizvien skaļāka. Priekšā sāk velties ūdens siena, kas izsijājas pa visu ceļu. Kājas ir pārakmeņojušās. Pāris sekundes un elpu aizsit ledainais ūdens, un drēbes kļūst neciešami smagas. Liels ...