tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post114837252344418318..comments2023-06-23T16:13:12.577+03:00Comments on Neeka's Backlog: Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post-1148503217286615142006-05-25T00:40:00.000+04:002006-05-25T00:40:00.000+04:00Can you imagine if that "zhlob" (plainclothes guy)...Can you imagine if that "zhlob" (plainclothes guy) could use Internet and read your blog, what he would say: "why you are writing about this?"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202630.post-1148464063469402012006-05-24T13:47:00.000+04:002006-05-24T13:47:00.000+04:00I guess they really had no idea how to get it back...I guess they really had no idea how to get it back up--it wasn't their detachment's responsibility and they probably needed to call someone to get it back up. Who knows.<BR/>When I was in Budapest 4 years ago, a friend of mine and I happened to cross the low-haning and very heavy decorative chains surrounding a square in front of the parliament. It was dark already and we were just walking, not even paying much attention to the chains (we thought there was an opening somewhere, but we just needed a shortcut.) As soon as we stepped onto the square, 4 policemen rushed to us from 4 different corners of the square speaking on their walkie-talkies. At first, I didn't realize they were running to us, but then I figured it out and we turned back, stepped over the chain and walked away. I'm sure should we've touched any flag there'd be planes throwiing bombs at us.<BR/>SashaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com