Donkeyshott & Xuitlacoche

La Madrecita and Carmen in 1998 Carmen was a favourite of the Madrecita . No, Dad I wasn't. She loved everyone.  Yes, you were. I was there. You were one of her favourites. Tere found the school while I was in the UK looking for work. She had to work too, and the first school they found was awful. She had to leave Eve there when she was very little. Eve used to wail she didn't want to go. Previously all three children had been to good schools. A school called CIPO , a Montessori School in Guadalajara, and then, when CIPO closed, they went to  a Waldorf school run by Tere's cousin Beatrice . Eve was there when she was one, barely a toddler. A memory will stay with me for ever from that school. We went to the opening day. The walls were draped with cloths in beautiful yellows and russets - silk cotton and wool. There were interesting wooden toys tidied away and baskets full of coloured objects. And the children began to sing to us spontaneously, joyously, movingly.

   French news on the ceremony of repentance at Drancy

David Clark of the Russia Foundation - cold war mercenary I do not condone corruption and oppression in Russia, what person in their right mind would? But neither do I believe corporate capitalism should be allowed to drive a horse and coaches through Russian sovereignty and force the Russian Federation to 'open up' to exploitation. The choice we are offered by the ideological tricksters in the think-tanks and the so-called quality newspapers, between a dodgy kleptocrat like Khodorokovsky and Russia's senior elected officials, is a false choice. For example, to listen to David Clark, that British intellectual cold war pipsqueak, pronounce on the hopes 'we' had that Medvedev would help open up Russia so that oligarchs like Khodorokovsky can continue to convert Russia into lebensraum for mittel European and United States capitalism, revolts me to the core. For a while I couldn't believe it. The hubris of it. The implied desire to make Russia pay reparations

Où est papa?  En Afrique, voyons!   Voila! Le nom de papa. C'est son livre. Ton livre aussi. Où est -il en Afrique? Dans le sud.  La bas.  Voyez? Et quand la guerre est finis nous aller aux Afrique du Sud, nous deux. Verrons-nous ces animaux ? Bien sur!  J'aime l' Afrique.