The dog was barking, again and again... loudly. It was bothering me...
I was in my bed, all my room was a complete mess. I didn't remember the last night, I have the mouth completely dry. 'I really need a drink' I thought; but I was so so tired, my eyes started to wheigh me. I fell slept.
viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011
Tiny Hope
I looked up and stared out. I could see trhough the windown how the rain fall over hundred of people, who walked fastly, withouth looked further their navels. Creating a row of little grey ants who walked as robots, they didn't lift their heads, they didn't look around them, surrounded by infinite walls of titanic building, as they were in jail. I couldn't avoid a face of disgusting.
I looked away and watched inside the restaurant where I was, at the spot of the table there was a small fine crystal vase, which guarded a beatiful fragile green flower, of a color so intense that glowed in the dark. I smiled.
miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011
A truly hidden camera!
Do you think that spy cameras in teddy bears are too obvious?
If the answer is yes, we've got the solution to your problems: an innocent wall wart!
A video camera with an internal DVR that records directly into a micro SD card. The camera activates when detects movement and can record unitl 32 hours on a single micro SD card.
Costs 295$ and includes a 4GB micro SD card. There's another one, a Pro version, that can record continuously 24 hours at the week (yeah, 7 days recording with the time/date at the recording files).
If the answer is yes, we've got the solution to your problems: an innocent wall wart!
A video camera with an internal DVR that records directly into a micro SD card. The camera activates when detects movement and can record unitl 32 hours on a single micro SD card.
Costs 295$ and includes a 4GB micro SD card. There's another one, a Pro version, that can record continuously 24 hours at the week (yeah, 7 days recording with the time/date at the recording files).
martes, 3 de mayo de 2011
Breakfast
Mr Pose up by elevator and went in the hotel's hall. He stared the reception: There were already some guests. The keys in hand, the suitcase on the floor, ready for going off. Mr Posen comes then, sees the shelf under the reception, where the keys hung.
He look at the clock, 8.35, he has enough time yet. He asks for a newspaper and goes to the hotel's restaurant. The breakfast is being served. A buffet, a very good buffet.
He knows that, he has been there more times, once or twice at a month. He knows all the hotels in the city. Everything isn't bad, but he really loves the "Atrium".
Why? Has it a modern design? No, it is completely normal for a 4-stars hotel. The guests are typicals: bussiness men, musicians, tourists, etc. The place is very good too, central, but there are too much hotels here, too much closer...
Probably, the breakfast is awesome. Simply perfect! He loves these rituals. First, he sees a glass of orange and two croissants and secondly he sees a comfortable chair with a green table (his favorite color).
Outside the big intersection, the desolation of a winter morning, the stress, the noise, the bustle. The restless crowd, trough the window of the hotel, so near and yet so so far. And here, this pleasant warm, this wonderful peace. How charming!
Mr Posen bites his croissant. He knows, he is a privileged.
The waitress comes with two jars at her hands.
'Good morning! Coffee?' asks sie smiling
'Yes, please' answered Mr Posen 'With a bit of milk; o.k., thanks!'
He likes the personal of the hotel. He finds the service of the hotel very friendly and affable. Naturally, it is their job. Pure routine, although Mr Posen is thankful. That job isn't easy. Some people behaves badly, just because the fact that they are guests and their companies have payed a lot of money.
Mr Posen continues with his breakfast. Now something salty, he tooks a tasty bread with cheese, then fresh fruit, a yogurt and a bit of muesli. More coffee and more orange juice. Everything with the newspaper. He reads an article and consults the sport results.
The waitress comes again, without jars.
'Excuse me' said sie with a beatiful voice 'The number of her room, please'
Mr Posen closes the newspaper.
'314' he smiles and repeats '314'
He returns to the newspaper and looks to the clock. He hasn't got a lot of time. He look for a tip in his pocket, 2'50€, well, it is a little tip... He put it near to the dish. He left the table, scraping the yogurt.
He returns to the hall of the hotel and exists. There, the sun shines birghtly. He is at the street again and he turns to the hotel. It is a very good hotel, the 'Atrium'... It is his favorite hotel: the breakfast, the personal, the view from the window. The hotel deserves 5 stars. About the room, he can't say anything. He isn't ever there, he hasn't ever slept in these bedrooms. In three, four week that he will come back.
He look at the clock, 8.35, he has enough time yet. He asks for a newspaper and goes to the hotel's restaurant. The breakfast is being served. A buffet, a very good buffet.
He knows that, he has been there more times, once or twice at a month. He knows all the hotels in the city. Everything isn't bad, but he really loves the "Atrium".
Why? Has it a modern design? No, it is completely normal for a 4-stars hotel. The guests are typicals: bussiness men, musicians, tourists, etc. The place is very good too, central, but there are too much hotels here, too much closer...
Probably, the breakfast is awesome. Simply perfect! He loves these rituals. First, he sees a glass of orange and two croissants and secondly he sees a comfortable chair with a green table (his favorite color).
Outside the big intersection, the desolation of a winter morning, the stress, the noise, the bustle. The restless crowd, trough the window of the hotel, so near and yet so so far. And here, this pleasant warm, this wonderful peace. How charming!
Mr Posen bites his croissant. He knows, he is a privileged.
The waitress comes with two jars at her hands.
'Good morning! Coffee?' asks sie smiling
'Yes, please' answered Mr Posen 'With a bit of milk; o.k., thanks!'
He likes the personal of the hotel. He finds the service of the hotel very friendly and affable. Naturally, it is their job. Pure routine, although Mr Posen is thankful. That job isn't easy. Some people behaves badly, just because the fact that they are guests and their companies have payed a lot of money.
Mr Posen continues with his breakfast. Now something salty, he tooks a tasty bread with cheese, then fresh fruit, a yogurt and a bit of muesli. More coffee and more orange juice. Everything with the newspaper. He reads an article and consults the sport results.
The waitress comes again, without jars.
'Excuse me' said sie with a beatiful voice 'The number of her room, please'
Mr Posen closes the newspaper.
'314' he smiles and repeats '314'
He returns to the newspaper and looks to the clock. He hasn't got a lot of time. He look for a tip in his pocket, 2'50€, well, it is a little tip... He put it near to the dish. He left the table, scraping the yogurt.
He returns to the hall of the hotel and exists. There, the sun shines birghtly. He is at the street again and he turns to the hotel. It is a very good hotel, the 'Atrium'... It is his favorite hotel: the breakfast, the personal, the view from the window. The hotel deserves 5 stars. About the room, he can't say anything. He isn't ever there, he hasn't ever slept in these bedrooms. In three, four week that he will come back.
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