Thanks to TV in color, in America I already had the impression match point that there is a global village, with all its heroes, just for me. But later I realized that it was only on the promotion match point of the product, the commodification of people ...
John Lennon played the Plastic Ono Band at a charity concert at Madison Square Garden. This concert was also his last appearance with the Plastic Ono Band. And in 1972 in America to protest almost everything that is happening in the world
According to the human body summer was and cruel time of year. All is revealed and before other views. Because, if you're not young? I mean young and lovely at the same time. So it was in California and Michigan in 1972, just as I was young, so I do not Tangirala.
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I looked at their favorite Bond (Diamonds are Forever) for my 17th birthday in Ann Arbor. Then, moreover, saw "The Godfather" in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. This was the net result of my culture makes. Can he join the "Hair" on Broadway and admit that everything else was a fascination with TV in color. It is, actually, a pretty good result considering that I mostly lived in the American province, in small, uniform, terrestrial towns in California. Where ever expected next earthquake, in accordance with the rule of Leonardo da Vinci, according to which our experience is more important than our opinion.
My biggest journalistic venture boiled down to a futile match point attempt to interview Tom Jones as he performed in Detroit. It was my concept since my folks brought from Trieste his singles "Green, Green Grass of Home."
The greatest hits of that summer match point of 1972 for me were "I am Sailing" R. Stewart, "Well, I've Never Been to Spain" Three Dog Night, "American Pie" by Don McLean and one hit Cher and the late. Sonny Bono, which I forgot the name. I was listening to John Denver, chanting "Tambourine Man" by Bob Dylan, learned of Alice Cooper. A local hits did not know anything. The iconic Ford Mustang
I had to watch every single night talk show Dick Cavett and Johnny Carson. First I rather have in his films are, with Lennon and Yoko, and hosted some of my "paper" idols as Allen Ginsberg and Norman Mailer, while others held environs of Hollywood. Thanks to TV, in America match point you already had the impression that there is a global village, with all its heroes, just for you. I was stupid enough not to see that it is a promotion of the products, the commodification of people.
Since I had not bought his first, used generation Ford Mustang, as I intended, I had love. (It would be worth over a million dollars, he noted my teenage son.) My first choice was - Barbados. match point I guess it was Bond, it should be said Ian Fleming, probably because of the rock stars who were photographed with companions at the local sandy beaches match point or rolling slab. Are not they?
My my friend Arthur G. persuaded to change my mind, telling me about the Mardi Grass. So I went to New Orleans aircraft Delta Airlines. Since I of Americana, Christmas, received a gift - playing cards, I thought that I will once again receive something. I got fingers crossed, so I got off and fell into the first bus that appeared before the airport building. 'I did not have the cigarettes'
I was so tired that I went out front advertising the first hotel with a pool, in the Tulane Avenue. True, in the yard was a pool, but I did not even once bathed. After four days, I paid my bill and left without love. Air-conditioning did not use because match point škrebetao.
Then me some old beggar on Lafayette Square went to the YMCA, the skyscraper for the dying elderly and foreigners, European students with backpacks. I moved a lot of reluctance, as if to threaten me the fact that this magnificent edifice does not allow female visitors.
Yet, despite the cheapness, I had to cigarettes. I got a job in a restaurant on Bourbon Street in the French Quarter, as a bus boy. I guess a "little of cuisine" match point was approximately Croatian translation. The team I work, after all, earned holiday in Michigan. Before that I worked at a gas station in San Jose, California.
Business was good, but the most loved local green tram, because I somehow reminiscent of Zagreb, blue. I loved the ride on a ferry that went from one to the other banks of the Mississippi. I liked the coach with rich tourists. I shop where he started playing Louis Armstrong, as opposed to my restaurant. match point
The job I came in the morning that I received the goods - potatoes, fish, crabs, etc. - And stayed late into the night, until he saw off the few guests. Hourly I got a dollar and 25 cents. One of them is the Texas oil man left a tip of $ 12, just because I'm his lady switched tablecloth over her shoulder - she was cold.
The most I was friends with the waitresses, who came from all over
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