Wednesday, September 19, 2007

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Vincent found a photo taken with Fribourg Torgic Hayek





Upon receipt of the letter of Comrade Dardenne, I alerted immediately Vincent me out of his album is a photo taken of her friend in Freiburg TORGIC Hayek in discussion with (*). With a few years and especially ... a few pounds lighter, no doubt TORGIC SORGIC and are one!

burning with impatience, to find his friend Vincent and I finally know who played such a role in the intellectual development of my son-and thus to mine, we decided to meet at the invitation of Comrade DARDENNE tomorrow and take the plane in Frankfurt that will lead us then to Brussels.






(*) Passing "Goggles to Frederic" ... At the height of happiness, making a single shot his two passions, football and Yugoslavia, Vincent wrote to his mother every week. His letters were full of admiration that it inspired one of the players on the team with whom he had befriended, some Djuro Torgic. This clever Yugoslav going from club to club, he claimed to be only a mediocre player but managed to sell a little higher with each transfer. When a coach realized the mistake he had made having overpaid for its acquisition, he was careful not to admit his mistake. It boasted the best he could his colt's performance in order to resell it without loss and, if possible, with a profit. One day, whereas it had reached the limits of this game, Torgic decided to leave Yugoslavia and try his luck in the West. Fitted with a single train ticket and a letter of recommendation from the coach Bivins, he joined Freiburg, world famous for its university and in the middle of the sport by his young football team: it had created a stir by reaching the semi-finals of a European Cup.

Vincent followed his friend in his new life. On arrival in Freiburg, the pair recruited as a midfielder, the other as a winger, began looking for odd jobs to supplement their salaries for players. In the advertisements of the local newspaper, the Anzeiger Freiburger, they saw a certain Friedrich von Hayek, Professor Emeritus of University and Nobel Laureate, was seeking a "driver man do anything ".
He would lodge in a small gatehouse at the entrance of the property he had acquired with money from his Nobel Prize. Torgic presented himself for employment and was immediately recognized . Prnjavor It was from a small village in Bosnia founded in the early nineteenth century by the German soldiers of the Grand Army.
They had to strain after the demobilization of troops of Marshal Marmont. Curiously, several players from the team Split came from this place. These were known by the Germanic root of their name: Torgic (Tor), Bergic (Berg), Talic (Tal). It was doing so in German Torgic in the team and had no trouble being understood by the eminent professor. Vincent, hosted by his friend, did not need money. His salary as a player, supplemented by the pension paid by his mother, was enough. He proposed to Hayek as secretary part time. As no payment, he requested the right to tap into the master library and talk with him about his views ... "








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TORGIC I found ... Liège





Thanks to my letter to Michel Rocard, I just found ... TORGIC in Liège, the Yugoslav football player, a disciple of Hayek's friend Vincent (pages 69 and 70 of "Sunglasses at Frederick »(*))

That this amazing story: From

Michel Dardenne, budget minister of Wallonia, with which in the past, I developed a professional relationship later became friendly, I received yesterday, September 19, the following message:

Dear Emile

What joy to find your mark! By the Belgian Socialist Party Blog ( http://www.pointblog.com/past/2007/03/25/belgique_le_blog_du_president_du_parti_socialiste.htm ) I read your letter to Michel Rocard when you conspirators to take the helm of this "second left liberal" why I fight in vain, Belgium. So, I rushed on your "glasses to Frederick." What was not my surprise to discover the name of TORGIC one of the most popular figures of Liège: my neighbor and cheerful companion, Djuro SORGIC, famous for his House of Péket, vital institution of our dear Wallonia. Everyone knows here, its history: Former football player of the team from Split, he tied it with a step-son of a French minister (You, in this case) and then left Yugoslavia to put his friend in the service of their idol, the Austrian economist Hayek. All this I found in your book. I am sending a photo of him and his son at his school. She recently appeared in the press at the entrance to our drinking gin in the "Petit Robert".
I think you'll be happy to make the acquaintance of the friend of your step-son. I invite you to come to Cork where, "in Nanesse" restaurant Sorgic we can celebrate this reunion, ours and theirs, around a good bottle pèkets. I would invite too, if you really want it, our old mutual friend, Michel Rocard, who all we have this good and beautiful moment.

you soon


Michel "






Thursday, September 13, 2007

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letter to Michel Rocard

My old friend, Michel Rocard, having announced at the" Celebration of Freedom ", I had written to District be congratulated. My letter was to be delivered together with the "Glasses to Frederick." Having learned that he was withdrawing, I decided to make it public.

Emile Jappa
368 Huanshi Dong Lu Guangzhou
, 510064
China

Canton, 09.12.2007

Dear Michael,

It is with great pleasure that I heard of your presence and your response to the "Celebration of Freedom". I asked Jacques de Guenin, convey to you my book along with this letter. It goes back 22 years ago when Jimmy Goldsmith had tried in vain to convince us that the right in France, conservative, statist and nationalist never had a liberal tradition. What, however, the "second left", the "French left, the one we were standing for then you more than I do, could be rooted in the great and beautiful family of Pierre Leroux and Proudhon.

As for me, thanks to "Goggles to Frederic" I invite you to discover your turn, I realized that capitalism and liberalism were made for small and poor, the same ones that we thought defend our policy.

When you're rich you can live in a socialist society.

You can pay twice:
- with your taxes, hospitals where you shall never make you hospitalize; with your money, the American Hospital in Neuilly,
- with your taxes, schools where you will not send your children with your money, or Alsatian School St. Jean de Passy
- with your taxes, your cops to watch, avenue d'Iena, when you will travel without a seatbelt; with your money, alarm systems and private security guards to ensure the safety of your family and your property.

But when you have only the minimum wage that will do you the keys you € 1003 per month, without knowing:
- that thou hast won € 1,891 and the men of the State, disguised as an employer, you are € 888 monthly, without your noticing,
- on the 1003 € they leave you, they'll extract a further 250 € in the form of VAT, taxes on gasoline and tobacco taxes and local
- that the levy rate at which you're subject is 60% ...
- as the only insurance you pay € 3,360 in annual premiums to the Social Security, while your colleague Annemasse, frontier workers in Switzerland, may create competition between 2000 and mutuals pay only the third or about 1000 € / year
- that to ensure you of old age, they catch you € 4,020 annual premium while it deprives you of the right (limited to officials and politicians with their PREFOND) to organize yourself all alone in capitalizing on your savings. Placed at 5%, a saving of 4020 €, itself an increase of 5% per annum, will ensure you after 40 years a capital of 1 250 000 €! You can dream!

Dear Michael, when you were Prime Minister and I worked with you, we were able to limit to 1% boost to annual minimum wage, while the union demanded 1.5%. At the same time, we fought with CALVET against imports of Japanese cars that would have resulted in a decrease of 20 000 FF in the price of basic cars, 40 times the minimum wage increase that we had been torn. Today, if the market were free, those cars would sell € 2 000, or 8 times the annual earnings for an employee of the last increase in the minimum wage.

Upon my return from China, my dear Michael, I will contact you. I look forward to seeing your bright intelligence now guided by the thought of what Frederic Bastiat that you'll have my book, I'm sure, given the desire to discover.

Sincerely




Emile Jappa
Former Minister
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Monday, September 10, 2007

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"The only, true, the single trip is to change the look."
Marcel Proust.

11 Chapter 6 September ... ... Here we are six years after the day the twins arrogant slumped following the merciful and kisses monstrous terrorist in search of immortality ... But when is there really? What really sait'on facts and effects? We know from the newspapers where choke other ailments. Is this really the terrorists responsible for the collapse of the towers of money? Is that man has really landed on the moon and put her small apple? Climate change is there a scientific reality? The mobile phone you it is dangerous for our Bocale ? So many details that are drowning in misinformation. We left? Information docile licked by censorship so vile!

September 11th ... 6 years of expatriation ... Also on this beautiful stone, upside down you, in this place where the sun is king, where nature sings its finest gilding, where the war Only the memories of yesterday, the freezing cold is absent as the holy grail, hunger is not an end ... Always in quest of conquest in search of a truth that seems always full of sensitivity. This year, I threw myself into understanding the meaning of the ego and its evils. The ego that surrounds us for his lies, and we absorb like a sponge. The ego that drives us to become presidents forgetting the public distress, the ego that we stole the film of innocence that we promised our children. Ego enemy of love, ego laughable vulture ... We fight, we love it, and in our failures we see his true nature, a beautiful bastard! It is time to regain his Innocence to finally illuminate our common sense. Let our personal history, undress us from our burdens and hail will cheerfully to meet life where only love caresses our envy.

Here to finish a full text of sensitivity that trace a path on my truth:

Your truth


To varying degrees we are all blind,
Guided by blind ,
Who guide the blind. And why a blind

Could it lead to another?
Until one day, as the true blind
We realize with amazement
That you can move alone, guided by his inner light,
And teachers and teachings are simple data point
As the sounds of the outside world.
Do not believe what I say.
Do not dismiss what I say.
What will be your truth.
Buddha

Pending you again, I continue my way to Hope, and I hope you create a beautiful life to you all, family and friends.

Franck
"Knowing that no day is like another, and each morning
has its special miracle,
his magic moment, where old world
collapse and new stars appear. "

Paulo Coelho

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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We lack to go in our lives as if we were more Christian Bobin

Madness world wrapped in the direction of Caulk
sense the sweetness of the beneficiaries, fluid Essence
germ of fate placed on the slide forcing the worst
the bruised heart Lying in the maze of yellow laughter.

Rose world mourns rain and wild desire,
Or fear and smell are just trivialities of life
Rising in the vastness of the universe dressed vacuum
And pouring into the consciousness that pain the gut.

Is there no nervousness in dialogues slobbering
Residents of this glorious round house poor. Leave
life to say what she wants you, and curse
opportunists you lick your feet decently

Living illusions and fear perched on the tree of your soul's heart Lying
gaping your blind faith and calm
to sleep all the more tenderly eyes closed personable
Dreaming of a fantasy world populated by luminous Being in a trance.


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

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The only real rebellion is the pursuit of happiness. Henrik Ibsen

O world sneaky invited by reason of the weak and disastrous. Whoever you are living with thousands of lights, Miles hopes ... Live ... O God of accuracy, the god of wisdom, gives us the strength to fulfill our destiny, gives us the power over the angel nestled in the hollow of Soul. The time has come for us to embrace our lives, our desires, it is time to live beyond reason, beyond the infinite and see the magic in our lives. Sing time of recklessness, sing time of renewal. The time will come when our resounding answer from the clouds and this blessed day, all our wishes will come true.

Believe ...

Live.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

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"The best way to find love is to give, the best way to lose is to keep him prisoner, and the best way to keep him is to give it wings." Nancy Sims.

Thinking of the most tender and sweet,
for delicious that pushes
in the distance great day
top to the path of love.

A muse in the light blue spiritually,
smiling her beautiful eyes malicious
twirling on a pure delight,
enchanting for a destiny of the singing.


Inspiration caresses my mind
a sweet song of life,
letters licked and kissed the living
you're the muse and close ...

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

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Of Poetry ... Wishes and

From poetry to this new year,

From the heart to overcome adversity,
From love to kiss your presence
Words to ignite your life ...

Challenges to whet your heroism,
From compassion to brighten your humanism,
Debates to express your ideas,
some questioning to continue to evolve ...

Flowers for petting taglines,
From giving you and your family
Pardons to impede spite,
From poetry to all your life ...



... Best wishes ...