Figures On Extraction Of Essential Oils
Tomorrow Everything here is bigger, bigger, longer. African elephants are the largest in the world, the baobab are impressive for their size, cockroaches strolling in the garden have a considerable length of about four centimeters. 
The bush spreads to the eye and the right to Parmenides stated that when the earth is round because you know the circular horizon . 
Even time is dilated. When you go to the bank is better if you bring a sandwich and a bottle of water because you can do at night, if you go to Mass to consider that you leave about two and a half hours unless there is a marriage where the hours become four, if you see a show that starts at 18 is not submitted before the 20 if the company do not cleaners. Appointments? Commitments? You can also ask, "When we see" the answer will be irreparably "Maybe tomorrow". But do not be intimidated about maybe: the appointment will be sometime in the next few days, surprisingly. 
"Tomorrow" is a keyword in Africa, not the day following the date has not established a time dimension that begins at midnight tonight and ends twenty-four hours later. It 'an indefinite place where you go to place all that for some why do not you immediately. And 'since I got in touch with African reality, and we're talking about thirty years ago, which are considered here as it is affected by the weather. I still see myself on the road between Malindi to Watamu, squeezed with twenty other people in a matatu that takes from 30 minutes to two and a half hours to cover the twenty miles, depending on how many women with baskets of carrots and chickens tied on the head by the legs meets on his journey. If it sees one in the bottom of a field that comes with elegant and very slow pace, the matatu stop, wait, the charge and riparte.Per rifermarsi a mile farther on he sees a different horizon. I remember it still the same irritation 
to note the calm of the passengers, but have nothing better to do? And relive the same amazement to discover that no, have nothing better to do than come to Malindi, do their shopping at the market and go home. By sundown. It is nine o'clock in the morning so there in front all day. This is what I said Aida, my neighbor's house in Malindi, and adds "In a day of things will happen ... You go to the market to shop, but who can tell you on the road you meet someone who offers you a deal , I know, a cousin who killed the pig and it offers you a part at a reduced price. Better pork potatoes. " Chivuna, Zambia twenty years later. I walk in the bush in the company Esther the wife of the chief of the village from which they are housed and the only one who speaks a bit 'of English. We got up at dawn to go to cut the elephant grass this time of year is dry and it's fine to make the roofs of houses. Esther told me that in a few days begins the rainy season and then goodbye elephant grass, gets wet and can no longer use. On the horizon appeared the silhouette of a man pushing a bicycle. We crossed "Mwabukabuti" Kabotu, "begins an intense dialogue in which I see," eh, eh, ah, ah. " Eventually Esther reverses direction and follows the man on a bicycle. Behind me, "Where are we going?" Indicates a horizon. After two hours of hot sunshine we get in a village consisting of three houses and a chicken coop. The man on the bike into the house and comes out with a bag containing plastic cups, bars of soap, some cutlery, bowls of tin and other merchandise 
You sit in a circle while the women pounding peanuts in mortar and start negotiations from which they are excluded, for obvious linguistic reasons, but that seems to have no end. Time passes, a woman followed by a swarm of kids came with shima and rapes, the deal is broken and all we get to eat. There's other people, perhaps from a nearby village, "eh, eh, ah, ah, all sat down to eat. 
After lunch, about to become dinner as the sun set as a bullet on the horizon, the man on the bike restate its merchandise, Esther buys two glasses, the rest would go with a bar of soap and some cutlery and we all set off in a fiery sunset in the bush. I ask Esther "And the elephant grass?, She laconically replies," Maybe tomorrow ". I have learned not to put off till tomorrow what you can do today and in the name of this, I spent my life to check the agenda "to do" everyday with a sense of discomfort if something was left in abeyance, because the next day there was a new list and then another and became short of breath. Here, however, seems to live in a projected future where everything will collocazione.Strano its true for people who have very less of us tomorrow: many are surprised when I say that I have sixty years, because usually around forty six intended to be loaded onto a pickup, surrounded by family and friends singing and taken to the cemetery. 
And the passage of the pickup with people singing is part of the everyday urban landscape, I see a couple a day to remove the memory that you are mortal. And that is the key to reading? It occurs to me that we do in today is increasingly being projected into a future that we imagine the endless, we are suffering from a syndrome of immortality that leads us to use today in terms of a boundless future, huge, miraculous . There just happens the contrary, since "there is no certainty of tomorrow", which has striven to make sense, plan, invest, build? It 'better to take chances right then and there, enjoy and take advantage of the present moment. Carpe diem, Somebody said he was right? One thing is clear: try to find a pack of Tavor in any pharmacy ...
The bush spreads to the eye and the right to Parmenides stated that when the earth is round because you know the circular horizon . 
Even time is dilated. When you go to the bank is better if you bring a sandwich and a bottle of water because you can do at night, if you go to Mass to consider that you leave about two and a half hours unless there is a marriage where the hours become four, if you see a show that starts at 18 is not submitted before the 20 if the company do not cleaners. Appointments? Commitments? You can also ask, "When we see" the answer will be irreparably "Maybe tomorrow". But do not be intimidated about maybe: the appointment will be sometime in the next few days, surprisingly. 
"Tomorrow" is a keyword in Africa, not the day following the date has not established a time dimension that begins at midnight tonight and ends twenty-four hours later. It 'an indefinite place where you go to place all that for some why do not you immediately. And 'since I got in touch with African reality, and we're talking about thirty years ago, which are considered here as it is affected by the weather. I still see myself on the road between Malindi to Watamu, squeezed with twenty other people in a matatu that takes from 30 minutes to two and a half hours to cover the twenty miles, depending on how many women with baskets of carrots and chickens tied on the head by the legs meets on his journey. If it sees one in the bottom of a field that comes with elegant and very slow pace, the matatu stop, wait, the charge and riparte.Per rifermarsi a mile farther on he sees a different horizon. I remember it still the same irritation 
to note the calm of the passengers, but have nothing better to do? And relive the same amazement to discover that no, have nothing better to do than come to Malindi, do their shopping at the market and go home. By sundown. It is nine o'clock in the morning so there in front all day. This is what I said Aida, my neighbor's house in Malindi, and adds "In a day of things will happen ... You go to the market to shop, but who can tell you on the road you meet someone who offers you a deal , I know, a cousin who killed the pig and it offers you a part at a reduced price. Better pork potatoes. " Chivuna, Zambia twenty years later. I walk in the bush in the company Esther the wife of the chief of the village from which they are housed and the only one who speaks a bit 'of English. We got up at dawn to go to cut the elephant grass this time of year is dry and it's fine to make the roofs of houses. Esther told me that in a few days begins the rainy season and then goodbye elephant grass, gets wet and can no longer use. On the horizon appeared the silhouette of a man pushing a bicycle. We crossed "Mwabukabuti" Kabotu, "begins an intense dialogue in which I see," eh, eh, ah, ah. " Eventually Esther reverses direction and follows the man on a bicycle. Behind me, "Where are we going?" Indicates a horizon. After two hours of hot sunshine we get in a village consisting of three houses and a chicken coop. The man on the bike into the house and comes out with a bag containing plastic cups, bars of soap, some cutlery, bowls of tin and other merchandise 
You sit in a circle while the women pounding peanuts in mortar and start negotiations from which they are excluded, for obvious linguistic reasons, but that seems to have no end. Time passes, a woman followed by a swarm of kids came with shima and rapes, the deal is broken and all we get to eat. There's other people, perhaps from a nearby village, "eh, eh, ah, ah, all sat down to eat. 
After lunch, about to become dinner as the sun set as a bullet on the horizon, the man on the bike restate its merchandise, Esther buys two glasses, the rest would go with a bar of soap and some cutlery and we all set off in a fiery sunset in the bush. I ask Esther "And the elephant grass?, She laconically replies," Maybe tomorrow ". I have learned not to put off till tomorrow what you can do today and in the name of this, I spent my life to check the agenda "to do" everyday with a sense of discomfort if something was left in abeyance, because the next day there was a new list and then another and became short of breath. Here, however, seems to live in a projected future where everything will collocazione.Strano its true for people who have very less of us tomorrow: many are surprised when I say that I have sixty years, because usually around forty six intended to be loaded onto a pickup, surrounded by family and friends singing and taken to the cemetery. 
And the passage of the pickup with people singing is part of the everyday urban landscape, I see a couple a day to remove the memory that you are mortal. And that is the key to reading? It occurs to me that we do in today is increasingly being projected into a future that we imagine the endless, we are suffering from a syndrome of immortality that leads us to use today in terms of a boundless future, huge, miraculous . There just happens the contrary, since "there is no certainty of tomorrow", which has striven to make sense, plan, invest, build? It 'better to take chances right then and there, enjoy and take advantage of the present moment. Carpe diem, Somebody said he was right? One thing is clear: try to find a pack of Tavor in any pharmacy ... 
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