Eleven, eleven, eleven....

In the eleventh day of the eleventh month in the eleventh year of the second millennium.... nothing happened.

And I just decided I wanted to write something in my blog so that in the archive, there will be a post on 11.11.11.

But, I would like to give a shout to the 20 in front of the 11. Today nobody gives a damn about you.

Until the Sunday two weeks from now when it will the 20th of November. Only then you will be recognized.

When it will be 20.11.2011.

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A letter from my mother

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Reflection 2011....

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Life's Remains....

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