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Zanimljivosti
Ako pričate mobilnim telefonom ili koristite slušalice 1 sat, povećavate broj bakterija u ušima za 700x.
Oko 50% ljudi u svetu nije nikada telefoniralo.
Lasica može da ugine ako ne nadje mužjaka u vreme parenja.
Luksuzna putnička ladja Queen Elizabeth II pređe sa jednim litrom goriva samo 4cm.
Zarez koji napravite na kori drveta ostaće zauvek na istoj razdaljini od tla, iako drvo raste.
Koze i hobotnice imaju pravougaone zenice.
90% holandskih tinejdžera govori tečno engleski, dok u Americi tečno govori engleski samo 80% tinejdžera.
Od godine 1815. bilo je 210 medjunarodnih ratova. Najkraći rat je bio 1895, kada se Zanzibar predao V. Britaniji za 38 minuta.
Polovina ljudi na Zemlji zaradi samo oko 5% svetskog bogatstva.
Godine 1926. je bilo u svetu samo 100 televizora.
3/4 upecanih riba se upotrebi za ishranu, sve ostalo ide za proizvodnju sapuna, lepka, margarina ili djubriva.
Na Aljasci je ubijanje medveda dozvoljeno, ali nije dozvoljeno budjenje medveda radi fotografisanja.
Mexico City tone oko 25cm godišnje.
Za kilogram meda pčele moraju da obidju 4 miliona cvetova i prelete put 4x duži od obima Zemlje.
Madrid je jedini glavni grad u Evropi koji se nije razvio pored reke.
Lubenica je povrće, a paradajz voće.
Kamilje mleko ne može da se usiri.
U Bibliji se psi pominju 14x, lavovi 55x, a domaće mačke ni jednom.
Ajkule nikad ne oboljevaju jer su imune na sve poznate bolesti.
Neki Eskimi upotrebljavaju frižidere zato da se hrana ne bi sasvim zamrznula.
Šargarepa sadrži 0% masti.
Srce pri pumpanju prouzrokuje toliko jak pritisak u telu da mlaz krvi može da dosegne i do 9 metara visine.
Slepi miševi uvek skrenu ulevo kada napuštaju pećine.
Puževi mogu da spavaju 3 godine.
Jastogu treba 7 godina da poraste i dostigne težinu od pola kilograma.
Na 60-tom stepenu geografske širine možete da obidjete brodom ceo svet.
Sadašnji broj živih ljudi u svetu je veći nego broj preminulih koji su ikada živeli na Zemlji.
Ukupna masa svih mrava je veća nego ukupna masa svih ljudi.
Med je jedina hrana koja se nikad ne kvari. Arheolozi su probali med koji su našli u grobnicama faraona i utvrdili, da je još uvek hranljiv.
Oko 50% ljudi u svetu nije nikada telefoniralo.
Lasica može da ugine ako ne nadje mužjaka u vreme parenja.
Luksuzna putnička ladja Queen Elizabeth II pređe sa jednim litrom goriva samo 4cm.
Zarez koji napravite na kori drveta ostaće zauvek na istoj razdaljini od tla, iako drvo raste.
Koze i hobotnice imaju pravougaone zenice.
90% holandskih tinejdžera govori tečno engleski, dok u Americi tečno govori engleski samo 80% tinejdžera.
Od godine 1815. bilo je 210 medjunarodnih ratova. Najkraći rat je bio 1895, kada se Zanzibar predao V. Britaniji za 38 minuta.
Polovina ljudi na Zemlji zaradi samo oko 5% svetskog bogatstva.
Godine 1926. je bilo u svetu samo 100 televizora.
3/4 upecanih riba se upotrebi za ishranu, sve ostalo ide za proizvodnju sapuna, lepka, margarina ili djubriva.
Na Aljasci je ubijanje medveda dozvoljeno, ali nije dozvoljeno budjenje medveda radi fotografisanja.
Mexico City tone oko 25cm godišnje.
Za kilogram meda pčele moraju da obidju 4 miliona cvetova i prelete put 4x duži od obima Zemlje.
Madrid je jedini glavni grad u Evropi koji se nije razvio pored reke.
Lubenica je povrće, a paradajz voće.
Kamilje mleko ne može da se usiri.
U Bibliji se psi pominju 14x, lavovi 55x, a domaće mačke ni jednom.
Ajkule nikad ne oboljevaju jer su imune na sve poznate bolesti.
Neki Eskimi upotrebljavaju frižidere zato da se hrana ne bi sasvim zamrznula.
Šargarepa sadrži 0% masti.
Srce pri pumpanju prouzrokuje toliko jak pritisak u telu da mlaz krvi može da dosegne i do 9 metara visine.
Slepi miševi uvek skrenu ulevo kada napuštaju pećine.
Puževi mogu da spavaju 3 godine.
Jastogu treba 7 godina da poraste i dostigne težinu od pola kilograma.
Na 60-tom stepenu geografske širine možete da obidjete brodom ceo svet.
Sadašnji broj živih ljudi u svetu je veći nego broj preminulih koji su ikada živeli na Zemlji.
Ukupna masa svih mrava je veća nego ukupna masa svih ljudi.
Med je jedina hrana koja se nikad ne kvari. Arheolozi su probali med koji su našli u grobnicama faraona i utvrdili, da je još uvek hranljiv.
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
Ispijanje vode u pravo vreme povećava njenu učinkovitost na ljudsko telo:
1 čaša vode nakon buđenja - pomaže aktivirati unutrašnje organe
1 čaša vode 30 minuta pre obroka - pomaže probavu
1 čaša vode pre kupanja - pomaže sniziti krvni pritisak
1 čaša vode pre odlaska u krevet - pomaže protiv moždanog ili srčanog udara
1 čaša vode nakon buđenja - pomaže aktivirati unutrašnje organe
1 čaša vode 30 minuta pre obroka - pomaže probavu
1 čaša vode pre kupanja - pomaže sniziti krvni pritisak
1 čaša vode pre odlaska u krevet - pomaže protiv moždanog ili srčanog udara
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
Miro, zanimljive ti ove zanimljivosti
Ima par baš dobrih, a sve su zanimljive.
Naravno, lasica koja krepa bez seksa je vrh, predvidjam joj svetlu budućnost na ovom Forumu
Ima par baš dobrih, a sve su zanimljive.
Naravno, lasica koja krepa bez seksa je vrh, predvidjam joj svetlu budućnost na ovom Forumu
Orline- Broj poruka : 11716
Godina : 52
Location : Beograd
Datum upisa : 05.02.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
orline ::Miro, zanimljive ti ove zanimljivosti
Ima par baš dobrih, a sve su zanimljive.
Naravno, lasica koja krepa bez seksa je vrh, predvidjam joj svetlu budućnost na ovom Forumu
orli, preduhitri me- I Ja sam htela da iskomentarišem lasicu
rada78- Broj poruka : 1030
Location : Beograd
Datum upisa : 04.05.2011
Re: Zanimljivosti
Ha ha, kako se sve zalepismo za lasicu
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
noja- Broj poruka : 6242
Godina : 46
Location : tamo gde Dunav teče
Datum upisa : 24.02.2011
Re: Zanimljivosti
Baš je zanimljivo, uvek sam volela da čitam takve stvari.
Imam i knjigu koja se zove - Knjiga (ne)potrebnih informacija - 2399 trica i poneka kučina. Sve su info tipa kojeg si gore iznela. Super.
Imam i knjigu koja se zove - Knjiga (ne)potrebnih informacija - 2399 trica i poneka kučina. Sve su info tipa kojeg si gore iznela. Super.
Kamilica- Broj poruka : 2615
Godina : 46
Datum upisa : 05.07.2011
Re: Zanimljivosti
Miro,odlična tema i izuzetne zanimljivosti!
maza1972- Broj poruka : 2255
Godina : 52
Datum upisa : 23.04.2011
Re: Zanimljivosti
E, drago mi je da vam se sviđa tema
Najskuplju pizzu na svetu pod nazivom "Louis XIII" nudi mladi italijanski kuvar Renato Viola.
Košta samo 8.300 evra!
Sastojci su mozzarella, meso od bufala, tri vrste kavijara, crvene krabe, ringlice i jastog.
Smatra se da je krompir sorte "La Bonnotte" stvorio lično vrhovni bog Inka!
Toliko je nežan po svojoj strukturi, da se mora prikupljati samo ručno.
Kilogram ovog krompira košta oko 500 evra.
Najskuplji omlet na svetu možete pojesti u restoranu njujorškog hotela "Le Parker Meridien".
Košta "samo" 1.000 dolara.
Osim jaja, tu je usitnjeni celi jastog i kavijar od pastruge.
Najskuplji desert na svetu služi se u njujorškom restoranu "Serendipity 3" (www.serendipity3.com).
Ukrašen je jestivim zlatnim ljuspicama i poslužuju ga u čaši ukrašenoj zlatnim obodom i dijamantima,
sa zlatnom kašičicom optočenom takodje, dijamantima.
Ovo košta 25.000 dolara, a praznu čašu gost može poneti sa sobom.
Najskuplja čokolada na svetu se zove "Chocopologie by Knipschildt" i proizvodi se u SAD.
Za komad od 453 grama mora se platiti 2.600 dolara.
Najskuplji kavijar na svetu nije crni. Zove se "Almas", iz Irana je i predstavlja ikru albino-beluge.
100 gr ikre je spakovano u teglicu od čistog zlata i košta oko 2.000 dolara.
Najskuplja gljiva na svetu je - beli tartuf. Ovaj specijalitet, ustvari, nema utvrđenu cenu
jer se svaki veći komad prodaje na aukciji.
2007.godine trojica hongkongških magnata zajedno su platili gljivu od 750 grama - 209.000 dolara!
Najskuplji začin na svetu je - šafran. Pravi šafran je, ustvari, tučak biljaka iz porodice Crocus sativus,
a za dobijanje pola kilograma začina neophodno je 225.000 tučaka.
Jedan kilogram pravog šafrana košta oko 6.000 dolara.
Najskuplje meso na svetu predstavlja čuvena japanska "mramorna" govedina.
File od 200 grama košta u Evropi više od 100 dolara.
Neki komadi, posebno mekani, prodaju se i za hiljadu dolara!
Najskuplji orah na svetu je - makadamija. Nekada je bio deo osnovne ishrane australijskih Aboridžina,
ali zbog komplikovanog načina rasađivanja i gajenja, godišnje se ovog delikatesnog oraha proizvede
samo oko 40 tona. Kilogram makadamije u zemlji porekla košta više od 30 dolara.
I ZA KRAJ, NAJNOVIJI, A JEFTIN, SRPSKI SPECIJALITET - KORNJAČE NA ŽARU!!!
Najskuplju pizzu na svetu pod nazivom "Louis XIII" nudi mladi italijanski kuvar Renato Viola.
Košta samo 8.300 evra!
Sastojci su mozzarella, meso od bufala, tri vrste kavijara, crvene krabe, ringlice i jastog.
Smatra se da je krompir sorte "La Bonnotte" stvorio lično vrhovni bog Inka!
Toliko je nežan po svojoj strukturi, da se mora prikupljati samo ručno.
Kilogram ovog krompira košta oko 500 evra.
Najskuplji omlet na svetu možete pojesti u restoranu njujorškog hotela "Le Parker Meridien".
Košta "samo" 1.000 dolara.
Osim jaja, tu je usitnjeni celi jastog i kavijar od pastruge.
Najskuplji desert na svetu služi se u njujorškom restoranu "Serendipity 3" (www.serendipity3.com).
Ukrašen je jestivim zlatnim ljuspicama i poslužuju ga u čaši ukrašenoj zlatnim obodom i dijamantima,
sa zlatnom kašičicom optočenom takodje, dijamantima.
Ovo košta 25.000 dolara, a praznu čašu gost može poneti sa sobom.
Najskuplja čokolada na svetu se zove "Chocopologie by Knipschildt" i proizvodi se u SAD.
Za komad od 453 grama mora se platiti 2.600 dolara.
Najskuplji kavijar na svetu nije crni. Zove se "Almas", iz Irana je i predstavlja ikru albino-beluge.
100 gr ikre je spakovano u teglicu od čistog zlata i košta oko 2.000 dolara.
Najskuplja gljiva na svetu je - beli tartuf. Ovaj specijalitet, ustvari, nema utvrđenu cenu
jer se svaki veći komad prodaje na aukciji.
2007.godine trojica hongkongških magnata zajedno su platili gljivu od 750 grama - 209.000 dolara!
Najskuplji začin na svetu je - šafran. Pravi šafran je, ustvari, tučak biljaka iz porodice Crocus sativus,
a za dobijanje pola kilograma začina neophodno je 225.000 tučaka.
Jedan kilogram pravog šafrana košta oko 6.000 dolara.
Najskuplje meso na svetu predstavlja čuvena japanska "mramorna" govedina.
File od 200 grama košta u Evropi više od 100 dolara.
Neki komadi, posebno mekani, prodaju se i za hiljadu dolara!
Najskuplji orah na svetu je - makadamija. Nekada je bio deo osnovne ishrane australijskih Aboridžina,
ali zbog komplikovanog načina rasađivanja i gajenja, godišnje se ovog delikatesnog oraha proizvede
samo oko 40 tona. Kilogram makadamije u zemlji porekla košta više od 30 dolara.
I ZA KRAJ, NAJNOVIJI, A JEFTIN, SRPSKI SPECIJALITET - KORNJAČE NA ŽARU!!!
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
Malo cu sada da promasim temu, ali sam pod utiskom:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lina_Medina
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lina_Medina
LaFolie- Broj poruka : 3412
Datum upisa : 20.10.2010
Re: Zanimljivosti
LaFolie, nisi promašila temu uopšte. Ovo jeste zanimljivo, ali i jezivo. Naročito seoski običaji sa orgijanjem i silovanjem
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
ima toga.... tuga
Ali da sa 3 godine dobije prvi ciklus, sa skoro 5 godina ostane trudna
Ali da sa 3 godine dobije prvi ciklus, sa skoro 5 godina ostane trudna
LaFolie- Broj poruka : 3412
Datum upisa : 20.10.2010
Re: Zanimljivosti
Sedam iznenađujućih činjenica o plodnosti
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
"Vaša mržnja, pretvorena u električnu energiju, mogla bi osvetljavati gradove i gradove."
(Srbima i Hrvatima početkom II svetskog rata)
"U vаsioni i u prirodi postoji viši morаl; nаučnik trebа njegа dа sledi. Što se tiče ljudskog morаlа, svа istorijа bi se moglа svesti nа dve reči: Krv i Zlаto.I sаmo krv teče i zlаto sjа! "
Nikola Tesla
(Srbima i Hrvatima početkom II svetskog rata)
"U vаsioni i u prirodi postoji viši morаl; nаučnik trebа njegа dа sledi. Što se tiče ljudskog morаlа, svа istorijа bi se moglа svesti nа dve reči: Krv i Zlаto.I sаmo krv teče i zlаto sjа! "
Nikola Tesla
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
za delfina
Miro, odlicno je ovo za mrznju i osvetljenje
Miro, odlicno je ovo za mrznju i osvetljenje
LaFolie- Broj poruka : 3412
Datum upisa : 20.10.2010
Re: Zanimljivosti
Jao, kako je dobra fotka! Pa on stvarno izgleda kao da komunicira sa bebom
Mirjana- Broj poruka : 10482
Godina : 48
Location : Subotica
Datum upisa : 30.05.2009
Re: Zanimljivosti
A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET!!
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
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Re: Zanimljivosti
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Koji je broj da vaas vidim sad, ??*
ko zna odgovor nek nepise,
da se malo igramo u zanimljivostima :)))i
Koji je broj da vaas vidim sad, ??*
ko zna odgovor nek nepise,
da se malo igramo u zanimljivostima :)))i
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Re: Zanimljivosti
Dakle, upucaću se...nema šanse da ja to rešim
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Re: Zanimljivosti
Mirka nije sa matematicke racunalske tackee :)))
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Re: Zanimljivosti
Ili ovo ...
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Mozda bi mogla posebna tema sa tim pitalicama,
Resiti ovo, klinci u vrticima oma
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Mozda bi mogla posebna tema sa tim pitalicama,
Resiti ovo, klinci u vrticima oma
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Re: Zanimljivosti
Noja, je li 0?
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