It was exactly a year ago. and autumn. Behind the window it was raining, I was comfortably drinking a cup of tea watching Mr. Robot suddenly cut off the internet. The second number, which means that for the new month no one remembered to pay, although the provider gives 1.5 days of the next month to pay. Lenely gathering I went to the ATM, the nearest was a kilometer away, but what to do, not without the internet to sit and the rain passed. I go and see a girl of my age, sad, with a cap. Well, I saw and went on, paid, came home, and she doesn't come out of my head, too much of something caught me in her.

The next day, after the universe, along the same road, I saw her again. On her ranch hanged a notebook operating machine. It was a surprise for me, I myself it-shnik with weirdnesses and adore such tricks, but decide to approach even after this I cracked and went on.

I am a person by nature too introverted to approach and talk, and if I approached, I would shake the burda and burst everything.

A plan was needed, notes came to mind, searches for people who knew her, at least something. But one thing I found out by asking friends, I knew her supposed name, home and entrance where she was seen.

In the end, I decided to do something about computers.

In one episode of Mr. Robot, Darlene scattered flashes with a virus to penetrate the company’s network. I didn’t want to break anything, and I lacked knowledge.

The decision was made: to create a site that was located on a second computer, where a group of computer enthusiasts were allegedly looking for similar, capable people, and the link to enter there led to my telegram account.

The site was horribly simple. I am not strong at all on the web, and then even more.

It was late Sunday evening, I finished making the site, now I had to think about how to get her there. Well, I didn’t come up with anything but the qr code, but here’s the trouble, so to say, the printing stores on Sunday closed earlier or didn’t work at all. It would seem that everything was ready, a lot of time and nerves were spent. Nothing more stubborn than drawing a QR code, I didn’t come up with.

Surprisingly, he was recognized quickly.

That same evening, I glued him on the front door of her house and went home to sleep.

The next day, I first naturally checked the telegram and server logs, but it was too early to do so. On the road, on the road and in the universe, I was nervously waiting for an answer, updating the server logs, it seemed that everything was in vain.

The couple ended, 2 o’clock in the day, I went home thinking that I would go through her house now and check the leaflet, suddenly it was broken.

I am in the subway, suddenly we begin to travel through an open terrain and I hear the sound of a notification. “Hello” on Lockscreen. Convulsively, while there was still a signal I started looking at her account, there was no limit to joy. I walked very quickly from station to house, expecting what our dialogue would be like, because writing on the road is like writing to myself.

As a result, we found a bunch of common topics for conversations, reasoning, there was not even an insult that the "team of enthusiasts" never existed.

In the evening we met with her in the courtyard, walked, talked until late, and the next day we went together to the universe. It turned out that she was 3 stops further and she came out earlier than I was, so I never saw her on the road, and back she was driving on a different route with a friend. Now every day, morning, a little day and evening we spent together. Soon, this friendship grew and today is the first anniversary of our relationship. I’m crazy, I’m lucky and I want to wish you the same.

All of Love!

Once in the road, we jumped on the "lightening policeman" and the girl with a bright mask, just beginning to get up, grabbed her face into the width of the guy who stood on the side of her. A delicious footprint on light jeans. Five seconds of silence. Then the guy’s girlfriend who was there said, “Interestingly, how would you explain it to me if I wasn’t here now?”

When I was a child, my responsibilities included daily garbage disposal. The parental package was taken out of the cage, tied and placed at the entrance door in the hallway so that I did not forget / knock) So I gathered up to school, took the bag at the door and threw it out on the way into the container. I come home and my mom asks why I didn’t take the garbage. I say I threw it out, and she says, “Here’s it.” More than 10 years have passed, and Dad still tries to remember where he put his boots.

I was arranged in my 20s in one race as a driver on the new "Gazel", the beginning of zero. and ZAM. The director, a man aged 65-70, once asked to take the mushrooms, at the same time "to make friends", to talk. We headed to the airport, to the areas of local cooperatives. I quickly picked up a large bag, and he was barely half a small transparent bag, saying, “You picked up nothing, well, let me see.” I opened the package, he looked at it, and said, “Well, you’re a hammer, and I don’t have much... In general, I came home, I turned out to have collected more than half of the poisonous (I wasn’t in them very much, I could only distinguish between mosquitoes and puddles, which were on puddle boards). Not now. My mom picked up the mushrooms and cooked them all night. So, it turns out, he saw the case and said nothing.

The next day he asks, “How are you?”"I say norm, yesterday cooked, today morning roasted and eaten. He then looked at me all day, whether I was fucking or not..This is how he turned out, and I didn't say anything to him - I didn't want to "fight" with the boss on the new job.  And he began to treat me with some, I don’t know, at the same time respect, mixed with suspicion. I always looked at Iris.

The more cabinets in the house, the more unnecessary things.

The mayor of Quebec refuses to remove pork from the menu of school dining rooms and explains why:

“Muslims must understand that they must integrate and learn to live in Quebec. They must understand that it is they who have to change their way of life, not the Canadians who so generously welcomed them.

Muslims should understand that Canadians are neither racists nor xenophobes. Canada hosted many immigrants before Muslims appeared here. Like other peoples, Canadians are not ready to give up their identity or culture.

And if Canada has accepted someone into its land, it is not the mayor who welcomes foreigners, but the Canadian people as a whole. Finally, they should understand that in Canada (Quebec), with its Christian roots, New Year’s trees, churches and religious festivals, religion should remain a personal matter for everyone.

For Muslims who disagree and feel uncomfortable in Canada, there are 57 beautiful Muslim countries in the world, most of which are sparsely populated and ready to welcome them with open arms.

If you left your country for Canada, not for other Muslim countries, it’s because you thought life in Canada was better than in others.

We will not allow you to bring Canada to the level of these 57 countries.

If you came to Canada with the idea that you are going to push us out with your fertile spread and eventually capture our country, you should gather and return to your country where you came from.

If you agree to accept these provisions, then stay. If not, be prepared to leave.”

He went ahead - came out of the entrance and shouted to the grandmothers sitting on the bench: "The show of prostitutes? Are you waiting for your drug dealer?