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We spoke on the phone, interesting. He told me he was in prison and that didn't surprise me much. I am a very curious person and my purpose was to get as much information from him as possible. So I learned that it is not as bad in prison as they all tell. They live quite a life there, just a bit boring at times-that is the main idea in imprisonment, I guess. They are not allowed phones, but for decent money that you get through a prison's shop assistant or someone else from your parents or friends. Yeap, they have shops there in prison too, just like in real life, out here!&lt;br /&gt;
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The most common question you ask a prisoner: are you guilty? The most common answer: I am not guilty. Yep. That is the truth-no man likes to admit fault and rarely does... Don't you think?! Thats what the statistics say and we all know. &lt;br /&gt;
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The point I am trying to bring here is that we get to know people so unexpectedly sometimes. And actually very meaningful too. I later realised that that experience, his attitude to life was the opposite to mine. I realised how righteous my life was, how rewarding and rich. He helped me in the moment of despair, when I felt like in prison covered with problems, to feel freedom and presence of fantastic people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204702387686815925-2902073289457059809?l=jobandpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And don't be afraid to go forward if it feels right. don't be afraid of your own light (OUR DEEPEST FEAR IS NOT THAT WE ARE INADEQUATE. OUR DEEPEST FEAR THAT WE ARE POWERFUL BEYOND MEASURE. IT IS OUR LIGHT NOT DARKNESS THAT FRIGHTENS US MOST. AND WHEN WE LET OUR LIGHT SHINE, OUR PRESENCE LIBERATES OTHERS AND LET THEM DO THE SAME. Nelson Mandela ). Great, lets do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204702387686815925-5544200084849539511?l=jobandpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would like this to come true in the next two years;-)&lt;br /&gt;
What is your dream-house and where is it? And are you planning to change your current place? The new place means new life and experiences, and when you are actually ready for them or really need them you get your chance. &lt;br /&gt;
Some countries are very old-fashioned in their home preferences; the history stopped them from thinking big and planning for more. I am now talking about Russia. The majority of people live in small apartments, even though they could change it for something a lot more spacious and comfortable. I recently realized that people still breath communism and live in small communities. They used to share in the past and they still do. Hmm. One guy from Denmark noticed this and said: " It is the biggest country in the world and people live in the smallest apartments. I do not see why." It takes hundreds of years to change mentality and PEACE has to reign in this country... in all countries. Let us all live in our big houses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8204702387686815925-4893579140834633814?l=jobandpleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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