my 'lucky' to the complexity of communication during business travel does not intend to abandon me. After the famous stall in the capital of Spain, a similar fate befell me in Brussels. How not to volcanic dust is traffic controllers' strike. Well, we managed to escape before they began in earnest protests of trade unions announced. Apparently 80tys people gathered in Brussels to effectively cripple it. Fortunately, when we were in Warsaw.
few observations. Brussels is a terribly depressing city. Confirm living there are people with whom I had the pleasure to talk to. He greeted us there, the rain and cold and overgrown structure of public administration. They have a perfect mule. Trivial way of cooking turns out to be brilliant in its simplicity. Local beer is pretty good as far as Leffe Blonde. I accidentally ordered the birthday liter beer aptly named "Mort subite" (roughly speaking - sudden death) turned out to be the taste of champagne ... (Sic). As you are no longer a student it turns out that the professors and doctors uniwesyteccy are cool. Strangely I was amongst Rodzinki same Szych sent from Krakow, Warsaw, Poznan and Gdansk. But privately, people are nice ... The title and the Treaty of Lisbon ... pretty messed up. Until then acts as a wrapper, and structure there is a complete mess. Until now, only came into force the provisions of the new positions of a President of the European Council (the famous president of Herman Van Rompuy), or "Baroness of foreign affairs," A certain Catherine Ashton (which according to my observations, all this shakes syfem thick bubble and scoops per month. .. or rather a week) .. and no thanks to her diplomatic mission of the facility are created outside the European union. There are stuffs more homies to salaries, saying little beyond imagination. In a word, the only thing that implement the whole treaty is a warm posadki. The rest will fall another 10 years. I am devastated. In the pale to me it just does not fit. But whatever. I was, I realized I ran away. I do not want to go back. That's all it is not morally right.
Peszko
I fucked my coupon. In partnership with Arboleda. And this was to be a banker.
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