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Why 'Silent Tunes'? Well, the title was vaguely connected with music, and sounded nice and obscure. I like obscure titles.
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And literally. I'm only 5'2.Name
Rebekkah Laeuchli
Age
19
Birthday
12/25/85
Nationality
American
Location
Budapest, Hungary
Delights
Reading, writing, Internet, piano, languages
Genius
Undoubted
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If you one of the above and own a online journal or web site and wish to swap links, just send me a line.Taleia Uni
Bekkah E.
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The main problem with this blog is that it's about me. Though I may be captivated by all that I write about me, I doubt that anyone else is. In fiction you can write about yourself under the guise of writing about made-up people.
I live in Budapest, Hungary; I'm here studying music. My father's a diplomat and was posted here for three years. When he got a new assignment in Africa (Libreville, Gabon) my older brother began attending college in the States (Notre Dame), and I decided to stay here. I study piano with a private teacher and attend a music high school for other subjects like solfege and music theory.
I'm interested in people. I enjoy watching them in the buses, on the sidewalks, and in the underpasses. I like listening to them. And I like writing about them. I haven't quite figured out yet how much of a person's art comes from themselves or from the people around them.
Because Daddy's in the Foreign Service, we've traveled a lot. I've lived overseas since I was five, with only relatively brief returns to the United States. This has had the result of making America a foreign country to me: strictly speaking, it is not my home. There really isn't a culture or society that I feel is my home, as I've grown up in so many. Being homeschooled has added to this effect.
I expect it would be good to thrown in a mention (for effect) at this point of the failed mutiny we lived through in Central Africa, and of the riot that took place when we were in China. The latter resulted in our being evacuated from our apartment behind the consulate to a hotel, and the former in our being evacuated back to the States, though in both cases Daddy had to stay behind. During the riot I remember being frightened by the burning down of the consul general's residence next door, and by the thought of how small the walls around our apartment building were. My brother and sisters slept through that night. During the mutiny, I recall continuous gun fire (I was ten at the time) and driving in a military truck through town and not being able to take off at first for Cameroon because of fighting near the airport.
On a final note, my favorite Agatha Christie mystery novel is And Then There Were None.
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Hee hee hee. I was reading The Decameron and came across these lines:
"That which the women of the past possessed in their minds, is placed by modern women in the ornaments of the body. She whose clothes are most variegated and striped, with most ornaments, feels she ought to be much more esteemed and honoured than other women, forgetting that if such things were put on an ass it could carry far more than any of them, and yet be esteemed no more than an ass."
I've only read about a tenth of the book so far, but some of his remarks on women are hilarious. Too many to quote here. Let me just say they would not find favor with feminists.
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Rebekkah at 7:13 PM
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