Spring?

Mmmm... Isn't it wonderful that spring is already giving us first signs of its presence? I can smell the fresh air, the trees and when I get up to school in the mornings, which is rather early, sometimes have to get up at 6.00, I hear the birds singing, ahhh...

So it's Saturday... from the very morning I can see and hear my dad and few other guys tiding up the backyard, preparing the ground to sow new grass on the lawn, raking up etc.
Wunderbar! I love autumn and winter for real, but after having it for half a year or so I'm just enough of it.

Just to keep you in this spring mood I highly recommend u listen to these few songs. Whenever I listen to them it makes me wanna dance, really.
So here u go:
Fatboy Slim - I See You Baby; Right Here Right Now; The Rockefeller Skank; Cuba Club - Cuba; and of course my beloved haba haba Andre TanneBerger - Let You Go.
Enjoy!

Memories

It's been a long time since I posted anything new so I though it's high time I shared some bits & bobs... Today I don't know why but I thought about my violin. Yes, I have a violin. Only some of you might know that I used to play the violin a bit. Or I should rather say - I attempted to play (if you can call it playing ) this 'mysterious' instrument. Anyway, here's the story... It's all started about 2 years ago when my grandpa (a great guy, really!) gave me his very very old violin. It's hard to believe but his father found it somewhere in a trench during the WW II. Unbelievable, I know. So when he passed it on to me, I knew that I was obliged in a way to learn how to play it and I knew my grandpa wanted it too. But I have to admit that I was very eager myself. So I took some lessons and, believe it or not, I learned few tricks. Impossible is nothing! I really enjoyed practicing it and I was proud of myself that I can actually play something because it's bloody difficult, believe me. But even more satisfactory was the moment when I saw the unbelievably happy face of my grandpa when I was playing 'Happy Birthday' for him. Unfortunately, after a year or so I quit... Sometimes I regret it all end up and I think to myself that I wasted my chance and that it could be a germ of a new hobby... Well, maybe at some point in my life I'll get myself and start again. Hopefully it won't be too late