tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23346447413390102302024-02-07T16:22:09.497-08:00SAVE THE CHILDREN SOLDIERS IN THE WORLDBORN AND DIE THE DAY AFTER! KEEP ON SHOCKING SO THAT THINGS CHANGE.
(amidou)TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-3404541901531066922009-04-26T22:06:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:58:46.805-07:00Peace and Love (a partial conclusion)At this stage, I'm going to make a brake just to summarize all what I have said through this blog. Before everything I say that my happiness is so great to have my own blog and to express my feelings. It was a dream what David helped me to realise a thursday evening. Yes, before that day I got any ideas about a blog! But now I'm proud of what I was able to do here. For a beginning, my satisfaction is big, in any case. It was a great experience to have shared this moment with some formidable students, and to have been some times corrected by David. And finally, I recognize that my subject was important and that it interested everybody. Because the futur of children soldiers concerns the whole humanity. I also recognize that some of my images were shocking, but very often it necessary to ''hurt'' souls, so that things change. My philosophy is that we shouldn't continue to hide wounds of the world, otherwise they are never going to be cured!If life is not a simple game, don't let our children feed themseves with hatred before the beginning of their life, it always returns to a suicide! Thus, sensibilization has to continue, that is also why this blog must be maintained. I find it as a duty. Besides, I even dream to create another blog in french. But beyond the importance of the subject, I aimed the improvement of the level of my english. In that way a large progress has been realised, thus, I have no interest to stop here.<br />God is great, and He is also Peace and Love.<br />Thanks to everybody for all, and see you soon!.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amidou</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-21965567489105490382009-04-25T22:05:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:42:51.335-07:00HATING HUMAN BEING<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPkAFUdxbOYkTRYN-61UvTfsPEYSe6Gnmf-1hMT5Agzuu0Wlsxummy63-23b18GTD5xvIChpvHA9Xmd4cJaUDysqrY0ggleZQZ26FReMB_cNa4V6-dQYLM-xinnlGT_dBDrtcU_ip2qvS/s1600-h/sheku.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPkAFUdxbOYkTRYN-61UvTfsPEYSe6Gnmf-1hMT5Agzuu0Wlsxummy63-23b18GTD5xvIChpvHA9Xmd4cJaUDysqrY0ggleZQZ26FReMB_cNa4V6-dQYLM-xinnlGT_dBDrtcU_ip2qvS/s400/sheku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328862251099116466" border="0" /></a>Terrible to be seen!<br />This is the last image I have from Sierra leone about crimes against children in this small country, in west africa. He's name is SHEKU, he was about 11 years old when tribal war entered in his country. Captured for some reasons that I dont know, and that Sheku himself can't explain exactly, but the small boy should exchange his life against his hands. As in a tale, for nothing at all, this is the main reason, that he lost his hands. These type of sins took place millions of times in Sierra leone. Behind a singular ''entretainment'', politics seemed to be satisfied with it, unfortunatly! God, when I know that these crimes are never going to be punished! Unfortunatly, my friend SHEKU is condamned to live as you se him here...as a piece of wood<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-38007206352802843692009-04-21T09:12:00.000-07:002009-04-22T02:54:09.856-07:00CHANGING HANDS AGAINST LIFE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirx8zKxKGgk9fEZHmz0t8PFk_1NZug-hqw3rdbY9EufZS2l2Fv6X0_JQqsgU8MuHMqnmm2DbuwEbEBVSng0P9m0Xq_TZS6zO3EeJ6i8QiOtfLLF630wMLNAVlgKeviYNwk9QshocdOoBpV/s1600-h/Sierra+l%C3%A9onne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirx8zKxKGgk9fEZHmz0t8PFk_1NZug-hqw3rdbY9EufZS2l2Fv6X0_JQqsgU8MuHMqnmm2DbuwEbEBVSng0P9m0Xq_TZS6zO3EeJ6i8QiOtfLLF630wMLNAVlgKeviYNwk9QshocdOoBpV/s400/Sierra+l%C3%A9onne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178460553520770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We are in Sierra leone in 1995, exactly at Fonday Sankoh's time. The singular philosophy at this time was that, if unfortunetly you have been captured by your ennemies camp, you had to choose between <span style="font-weight: bold;">dying</span> or <span style="font-weight: bold;">having your hands cut</span>. A very bad choice at all, but no one was going to accept being killed, the second solution. That's why thousands of people are handless in Sierra leone nowadays. This boy is a typical example, at the place of his hands, he has now something like hands, hands of steel. It means that he will never use his genuine hands for any necessity. Mutilated for ever, he will never forgive his ennemies.<br />Photo: Reuters <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-78500335933986599722009-04-13T08:29:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:59:39.684-07:00CHILDREN'S FREEDOM: a natural right !!!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYyeugUwCgsoMH37biatb5melXnglRItDOXcGBa0D-zhpYK_4-5mi_HJ9yr-7CtqOka6QiSmD5bVLEFKW5DL6psVA70a_Lh3_qCNRTG6qLYaROKYVRrgS0N4lpymNJ1FSKPw5Vy1mqe2i/s1600-h/dyn010_original_600_695_jpeg_2646898_f96f22425151a995de53400ba59115b4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYyeugUwCgsoMH37biatb5melXnglRItDOXcGBa0D-zhpYK_4-5mi_HJ9yr-7CtqOka6QiSmD5bVLEFKW5DL6psVA70a_Lh3_qCNRTG6qLYaROKYVRrgS0N4lpymNJ1FSKPw5Vy1mqe2i/s400/dyn010_original_600_695_jpeg_2646898_f96f22425151a995de53400ba59115b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324199003907378594" border="0" /></a></span>Freedom is one of human's right, so it's our duty to provide children this natural right. We have nowhere to hide it to them. All the mater is a question of good conscious. Their socities shouldn't be hells against them. Therfore, have a look on this beautifull picture, do you think that it is not normal to admire these inocent creatures playing on the ground? So wake up and write something down against children illtreaters all over the world. Tell them, for example, that they are wizards and that God is waiting for them. Children's freedom is not nogociable.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-90266021470434899022009-04-08T10:06:00.000-07:002009-04-08T10:27:13.208-07:00DENYING HER SEX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEXbT64vd43J1hRxP-5o7Q0rZCWrBuCcB4MyktmJCS3Pc7YOBQkfDsySvkhGsfyvs-tPrphZtbXt-dUPqD39P0PzCcjevLctd6UqKWQBm-CBXfUF6HmAx1Z8GA5Zidc3GOyB3tFpLEvqJ/s1600-h/e4275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEXbT64vd43J1hRxP-5o7Q0rZCWrBuCcB4MyktmJCS3Pc7YOBQkfDsySvkhGsfyvs-tPrphZtbXt-dUPqD39P0PzCcjevLctd6UqKWQBm-CBXfUF6HmAx1Z8GA5Zidc3GOyB3tFpLEvqJ/s400/e4275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322368507111354418" border="0" /></a><br />She is an Liberian girl. She is young and prety. But it came a day when she decided to join rebel's organization. It was surelly her choice because she has reached her majority. But I'm not so sure that her choice save her for the rest. Now in Liberia it is question to be intellectual before getting a suitable place in the new society. But has she been to school? Has she any other qualfication?<br />(<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-81496906619033703682009-04-08T00:39:00.000-07:002009-04-08T01:03:05.465-07:00LIKE LOCAL GOD !!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRsu_qhf73OhiIDnOm9VOitBvBZHpvaV0cnh5nCCZ-0IfacwZaKKXZxxCu5kqQHfgNpG6i7EoceWyQbrIbucxj7dzuHpM5ki-rtLLRmjvPinza27Us9i7GmwbllKWj5GZEL-UtrUbhL4B/s1600-h/nkunda_117361a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 577px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRsu_qhf73OhiIDnOm9VOitBvBZHpvaV0cnh5nCCZ-0IfacwZaKKXZxxCu5kqQHfgNpG6i7EoceWyQbrIbucxj7dzuHpM5ki-rtLLRmjvPinza27Us9i7GmwbllKWj5GZEL-UtrUbhL4B/s400/nkunda_117361a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322222451096546114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">LAURENT NKUNDA, rebels's leader in the frontier between Congo (RDC) and Rwanda.</span><br />He thought he was a god in his forest, but he has been arrested as a simple criminel. Now all that we're waiting for is his trial. I know that the time has come for him to prouve his inocence, if not we still consider him guilty against childhood in general in Africa. Beccause it has been prouved that he used hundred children, boys and girls, as soldiers, the first protectors of his land. But we hope through his futur trial, not to make grow up again another NKUNDA in Africa for ever.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-31229577384482324282009-04-05T13:33:00.000-07:002009-04-05T13:55:52.896-07:00CHILDREN'S SAGA IN GAZA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRbZL1gUGTj9oa7YEGm6CR6r2i4b3Lx799ITpOoT_KKj0NC7jFosiWX0ONimhs38zaY-vGnIhNJh5vtI3hDiCjsS8m3EydOO4EmWKrsDxxJIBO1g_62gotp7hspXHtSRG5ZCmtlzLcwHX/s1600-h/hmas+2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRbZL1gUGTj9oa7YEGm6CR6r2i4b3Lx799ITpOoT_KKj0NC7jFosiWX0ONimhs38zaY-vGnIhNJh5vtI3hDiCjsS8m3EydOO4EmWKrsDxxJIBO1g_62gotp7hspXHtSRG5ZCmtlzLcwHX/s400/hmas+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321308821828411618" border="0" /></a>In Gaza, children are in the middle of the war against Israel. Some of them are even ready to be used as kamikaze, cause of the name of Allah. But do they know that they are doing? I don't think so. They are not so conscious to analyse the danger against them. In that case, the real criminals are those who tell them that after their bombing God is going to welcome them in his paradise. Telling such a lie to a child, is not responsible. A child doesn't know what is doing, and what is better to be done, but their active participation to the wars means that violence in these regions is forever. Stop, I say, don't use my friends as soldiers against their dreams!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">amidou)</span></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-61427852015150872912009-03-31T08:03:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:20:46.918-07:00A BLOODY GADGET !!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79bY55RKTYk5VLXP3zsNFErb6eV1yoUVNvfAimP1NMsa2XuLbwPSKhMdWZBu6q4EZrCI2vn5ohR4yDqT407bu86k8eWxd7AONaW0aUxBNb_kskuQi0rG24Lm3-0Ooi5JfAGOhbc6lYW_H/s1600-h/monde_23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79bY55RKTYk5VLXP3zsNFErb6eV1yoUVNvfAimP1NMsa2XuLbwPSKhMdWZBu6q4EZrCI2vn5ohR4yDqT407bu86k8eWxd7AONaW0aUxBNb_kskuQi0rG24Lm3-0Ooi5JfAGOhbc6lYW_H/s400/monde_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319367929389746194" border="0" /></a>Ah! it is inoncent this look. But what he is going to do with that has in his hands? I would like to see him with another gadget, less heavy and less bloody. I won't say that he is under influence of TV or movies, because he is a villager. Surely they are educating him as soldier. That is the common crime in some areas where tribal wars are considered as the only way to justify human's savage forces.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">amidou</span></span><br /></span>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-6619032956080500182009-03-26T00:58:00.000-07:002009-03-26T01:16:00.080-07:00AS THE ARRIVAL OF THE GLORY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5h56u_Y7NXwy5GAxFmbDgmdMJupId8peTCFsEi4u7IitL_SKd6-ZjLNT_xPMXUFP6lFnsatiLePc_pXfvbLRpD2o2LpQjsf6nJitgApVbSvk1KFvByX9UgPxdb-Bx0rFIV8IiqSAD_MO/s1600-h/bn241001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317404225905565970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5h56u_Y7NXwy5GAxFmbDgmdMJupId8peTCFsEi4u7IitL_SKd6-ZjLNT_xPMXUFP6lFnsatiLePc_pXfvbLRpD2o2LpQjsf6nJitgApVbSvk1KFvByX9UgPxdb-Bx0rFIV8IiqSAD_MO/s400/bn241001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMffPKNJR67Hi1hwPT7xqGg2qeOEOcVDBtbBfwmA9A8bhi_XNQWodyKsSxV6hawN4lIcKWnwKgVEJ6lMpnyZaU37FcXu7mlwJc0bsggqNtk3WDed9HN48g31jHQ2OSb84sN4Psm83w1aEy/s1600-h/1227148_5456a77671_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317404066692987026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMffPKNJR67Hi1hwPT7xqGg2qeOEOcVDBtbBfwmA9A8bhi_XNQWodyKsSxV6hawN4lIcKWnwKgVEJ6lMpnyZaU37FcXu7mlwJc0bsggqNtk3WDed9HN48g31jHQ2OSb84sN4Psm83w1aEy/s400/1227148_5456a77671_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Children soldiers at this age, but they are neither affraid nor ashamed of their new military clothes. They look as if they are conscious of their new duties. It must not be easy, but they seem to know it right now. May be they have taken exemple on TV. Therefore, should we close our tv set in order to save the rest of our children? that is my question this morning.</div><div>(<em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou</span></strong></em>)<br /></div><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-86753627456172765592009-03-24T10:54:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:21:57.183-07:00A FIRE BIRD !!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOp0UAPFnVExb81VD3roI7FyGM34djopNYpKADdZZLwpglTagNglwbG4h8KvOjXOOxz9wSp97tkyZxRGGRAgZg6Xa0pneWGtSWXb-DWFnh2tFaOxjFZ2N1gYst19afutEi1_F2eqFsMSD/s1600-h/enfant_soldat_250.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316815131829973618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOp0UAPFnVExb81VD3roI7FyGM34djopNYpKADdZZLwpglTagNglwbG4h8KvOjXOOxz9wSp97tkyZxRGGRAgZg6Xa0pneWGtSWXb-DWFnh2tFaOxjFZ2N1gYst19afutEi1_F2eqFsMSD/s400/enfant_soldat_250.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life is a chance, we use to say. If some (children) are obliged to accept their pains, but most of them freely choose their own ways, their own style. It seems to be the typical exemple here. Through his position and his look, this child (Tchad) shows all his happiness. He considers his ''job'' too seriously. But I beg you to forgive him, he doesn't know that he is walking under a dark sun. Let's go to help him! let's go to help them get out of the darkness!</div><div>(<strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou</span></em></strong>) </div><div> </div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-27355867176438753422009-03-22T02:33:00.000-07:002009-03-22T13:24:11.805-07:00LIKE MY CHILDHOOD IN THE SAVANA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihb-9dydD0OGdtrSIBdaPj0Z4CSf_1AHXZ925JHB1JO2Ivyb37mV8GwuxJ42r7KVHKMFM4Cr0Mlw0Bzgfg5Ns7SR5SJSvavNpgXfXqnXjB06hHCMMct8S_q1N3IYaO6bSTe8njrdBCC3js/s1600-h/1227148_5456a77671_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315943980505146194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihb-9dydD0OGdtrSIBdaPj0Z4CSf_1AHXZ925JHB1JO2Ivyb37mV8GwuxJ42r7KVHKMFM4Cr0Mlw0Bzgfg5Ns7SR5SJSvavNpgXfXqnXjB06hHCMMct8S_q1N3IYaO6bSTe8njrdBCC3js/s400/1227148_5456a77671_m.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">BORN TOO POOR, BUT TOO FREE IN THE LIFE!</span></strong> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br />Through this photo, I remember my own childhood in the savana. It wasn't a great moment, full of richest, but it was very wonderfull, very sweet. We were so free and so happy! At that time, we didn't know even the simply name of any kind of weapon. Our great occupation was the capture of rats in the savana. No one could tell us not to deal with it. It was our favorit game first, but after the animals were killed and eaten as a fiesta!<br />But nowadays, children have no time to play in Africa, they have enherited wars, blood, and violences...<br />Do you still remember your childhood? Tell me enough.<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(amidou)<br /></span></strong></em>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-23486101851206263602009-03-21T10:44:00.000-07:002009-03-22T13:37:15.932-07:00COMING OUT OF THE HELL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQPTWkcSNx9uKzA8VCj_jxSq8J6oZNwtkdGApAFLV1pwVgSJutUkIevSjPkYsS49V5I6yEM3kXDTPoGcY8nYXrwVYZJ5LdLcbQK7rQabr_ssq4HbQmbilRbxwDoU5PYz9ccdEKTB_Jg-Z/s1600-h/1227241_9eff9dc0bb_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698350414209154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQPTWkcSNx9uKzA8VCj_jxSq8J6oZNwtkdGApAFLV1pwVgSJutUkIevSjPkYsS49V5I6yEM3kXDTPoGcY8nYXrwVYZJ5LdLcbQK7rQabr_ssq4HbQmbilRbxwDoU5PYz9ccdEKTB_Jg-Z/s400/1227241_9eff9dc0bb_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There is some thing mysterious in this look. This child is deeply endamaged, but his eyes shines like moons. It means that coming from the Hell we change the mood, that is again more important than dying. He suffers very seriouly, but suffuring is better than dying for nothing at all.</div><div>What do you think about it? Is it a regard of a good futur? I'm not so sure!</div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou</span></strong></em></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-67008175949330862392009-03-19T14:42:00.000-07:002009-03-19T15:00:46.736-07:00The real face of a childwood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXTwv1BnowzBDLX1VvpZaE_yYyKUpw0f8s1w35K01lCym5fb3X_3y1XYUkomKPaDFrYZrVsnhKZaYqSeI3FuoLdMDaEmF8Om3PKwhehE7d_DSrix8GTzbFW0Iwq80x_bjfyhmJ_3k6U6K/s1600-h/1227149_7e1ec203a7_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315018622681959458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXTwv1BnowzBDLX1VvpZaE_yYyKUpw0f8s1w35K01lCym5fb3X_3y1XYUkomKPaDFrYZrVsnhKZaYqSeI3FuoLdMDaEmF8Om3PKwhehE7d_DSrix8GTzbFW0Iwq80x_bjfyhmJ_3k6U6K/s400/1227149_7e1ec203a7_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I couldn't forget this picture for you. As flowers, childwood has it's genuine colours. I'm so glad behind such a mingling of the nature. It means that, howere they are black, white, yellow, green or red, all our duty is to secure them and to provide them the pleasure of living. Oh! may God bless the author of this picture. What do think about it?</div><div> </div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou </span></strong></em></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-78780714253351133982009-03-15T03:41:00.000-07:002009-03-15T04:15:34.960-07:00INOCENCE MURDERED<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWy80Rx3AVKQ7hWd00-CDTwYmhiOM3WLGW1p9OOwszVUCYcS6LK7PDf65DAD4P7vW8n09iQUMuc0zIWAbGHE5eTLAD88PADxsJwXkbbz5O3JM6SsH_vpCWcT8AfoMnX-Ne-XQh__ZZLpD/s1600-h/la+bombe+du+hamas.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313368158756318642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWy80Rx3AVKQ7hWd00-CDTwYmhiOM3WLGW1p9OOwszVUCYcS6LK7PDf65DAD4P7vW8n09iQUMuc0zIWAbGHE5eTLAD88PADxsJwXkbbz5O3JM6SsH_vpCWcT8AfoMnX-Ne-XQh__ZZLpD/s400/la+bombe+du+hamas.bmp" border="0" /></a> What a pity! The child is receiving here his latest benedictions under bombs, because the departure is ready. I'm not gainst the Hamas's policy, but really speaking, what this boy is going to change in their difficult situations? At the same time, I'm deeply affraid, because children's participation to the war means that violence has much more road behind to be fulfiled. ALLAHOU-ACKBAR, God is one! But He can't be at the same time love and violence, no!<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou<br /></span></strong></em><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-22441365953292092422009-03-14T09:31:00.000-07:002009-03-14T09:40:26.685-07:00THE ULTIMATE FIGHT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabFSbbUVC5ILo3u6e55AYj4tm2H4MGrtCTxb_GHUfHgdWdQ16OAYU1CPrANq6jpUxOkXaaXfcawQsOIuFdtjI3sBXtA1YVV73JlNa7YipmJHvrutMt8Rz41DpDJkcRNkAlhUKf607TY_V/s1600-h/le+monde+comme+un+livre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082035367263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabFSbbUVC5ILo3u6e55AYj4tm2H4MGrtCTxb_GHUfHgdWdQ16OAYU1CPrANq6jpUxOkXaaXfcawQsOIuFdtjI3sBXtA1YVV73JlNa7YipmJHvrutMt8Rz41DpDJkcRNkAlhUKf607TY_V/s400/le+monde+comme+un+livre.jpg" border="0" /></a> Do the children desire an other thing much more important than a book? I don't think so. If you agree with me, write a poetry for them, by now! Because, later will be too late to save them. The only ultimate strugle that we should do, is to make them reach schools.<br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou<br /><br /></span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></em>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-67083089166225675012009-03-07T12:47:00.000-08:002009-03-07T13:12:36.000-08:00BEGINNING IN THE DARKNESS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLXAr6qDgrwCVCDl9JzOOnUz89nhzcLnmoJyf14rfdpfaeSQVzMah-z3uTRQM958ZHllrL_fN_pUevCJnoI3LmUKFaqqdTHqEzLsvPO0Rkhr_fQ2WS1PbhM3tzNvxmeL1dHJiQZ2Bi_oO/s1600-h/1318_gossemine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310551131098326114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLXAr6qDgrwCVCDl9JzOOnUz89nhzcLnmoJyf14rfdpfaeSQVzMah-z3uTRQM958ZHllrL_fN_pUevCJnoI3LmUKFaqqdTHqEzLsvPO0Rkhr_fQ2WS1PbhM3tzNvxmeL1dHJiQZ2Bi_oO/s400/1318_gossemine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmIA48kia8RZsV4ElJUF8LONN305dT8PduNfSJJX4QWEu0w-9tO_PrdaF42ZZ7IBZIXG_5EEklhHXir-Q564J0yI18dyNfVinoJ31L739sqa7QmaVocHGSUhkryX707GZe54L6q3feqX-/s1600-h/1318_enfant_soldat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310550833472239090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmIA48kia8RZsV4ElJUF8LONN305dT8PduNfSJJX4QWEu0w-9tO_PrdaF42ZZ7IBZIXG_5EEklhHXir-Q564J0yI18dyNfVinoJ31L739sqa7QmaVocHGSUhkryX707GZe54L6q3feqX-/s400/1318_enfant_soldat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I don't know if you see the save thing like me! Inimaginable, I can say! At the left we have a myanmar child sordier. Now he has lost one of his legs. The small one at the right is from Rwanda, he seems to be happy with his weapon. But is it his choice to handle that arm at this age? No, I say, because near him there are some adults, even his own father, admiring the miracle. </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>amidou</strong></span></div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-30408235874672295772009-03-02T09:57:00.000-08:002009-03-02T10:08:05.776-08:00AS HYENA'S MARKET<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqADiUi7ODgTvHsLQuLmF4fQEEcqgXfVnu_5O7q-UMllGOmpDPMN-Hiwhy1BlSyfroVtLvhnhu_PLQncSflKZKotVrqIBtBY6hzz5gMA87XyMgPZgDVRnD6_cdjyYcjev0AwbrMo_Rb2dh/s1600-h/Kosovochildsoldier_thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308651268156320338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqADiUi7ODgTvHsLQuLmF4fQEEcqgXfVnu_5O7q-UMllGOmpDPMN-Hiwhy1BlSyfroVtLvhnhu_PLQncSflKZKotVrqIBtBY6hzz5gMA87XyMgPZgDVRnD6_cdjyYcjev0AwbrMo_Rb2dh/s400/Kosovochildsoldier_thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a> He is from Kosovo. He is an handsome teenager. He was on front during kosovo's civil war, as in hyena's market. The face that he has here, is not for a school boys. Has he lost his soul in this market? I don't...but I'm not so optimist.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>amidou</strong><br /></span><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-17491598201605432582009-02-27T10:25:00.000-08:002009-02-27T10:42:16.403-08:00A singular trial<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307545238712182962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 656px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrRnQZ1HSeyaKpP2yJyQuTlnFnjRIxNqSkvp80val8UzeevISbwxOL-jZj9j4XwyfXW81US7V5KNY0zhUZ9FEmUvlEQrgJB39ICp20mjc6779sBEuQ7S6sMrKIWHh0p4xBlAzRtv-C5K9/s400/johnny-mad-dog.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Johnny Mad-Dog</strong>. The film was done in Monrovia (Liberia). Johnny is a bad child soldier. How many people has he murdered during liberia civil war? He couldn't answer to such a question. But at the last, Johnny has been betrayed by his friends. His trial is no more long, he is going to be killed.<br /><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-3108022215563822792009-02-26T01:39:00.000-08:002009-02-26T02:02:24.576-08:00EYES OF THE DEAFHere we are in Birmania. Boys and girls are mingled at the same area with the same staut: chldren soldiers. No, they are not playing, because weapons are not as nounous with what they use to play. They are being preparing for fighting in the national army. Their childhood is away! they are the new protctors of Birmania. <strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(amidou)</span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmT7cW_50a_itnQy-I5GWvBCHUaVKHHBPSVyeNZqWzB1p5a7wziNUtmAu8UmOlKa88asHCImb7UGIyTkF0FcUSgfUcA7ijvSAak0dm4mGs_Qao9iqHZ1p4BTq5WDymedjyB8B50mnOjft/s1600-h/1318_birman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307038691992817154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmT7cW_50a_itnQy-I5GWvBCHUaVKHHBPSVyeNZqWzB1p5a7wziNUtmAu8UmOlKa88asHCImb7UGIyTkF0FcUSgfUcA7ijvSAak0dm4mGs_Qao9iqHZ1p4BTq5WDymedjyB8B50mnOjft/s400/1318_birman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-89103142912489547092009-02-24T07:37:00.000-08:002009-02-24T07:49:14.881-08:00WITNESSES OF OUR HISTORIES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzTKTkhWOlCD-d7VaiMcdMd7Nwwo_h1aNFYECSJyXduWtnym6gV8gZDGZaNiMhlJp3fB9axWM9UOrwM_M-YhgUhI-UebMk6htOULknP4xYrbfpPA_4KSIKkd7M7tYTMzOlmCkEt8tsMEt/s1600-h/enfants+soldats+en+russie,+1944.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306389173475798258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzTKTkhWOlCD-d7VaiMcdMd7Nwwo_h1aNFYECSJyXduWtnym6gV8gZDGZaNiMhlJp3fB9axWM9UOrwM_M-YhgUhI-UebMk6htOULknP4xYrbfpPA_4KSIKkd7M7tYTMzOlmCkEt8tsMEt/s400/enfants+soldats+en+russie,+1944.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYbKOybjvhTkLvavOEkBRKSWmD_A_gi9y3ZqxDZKvK8wNuJ4xIgvt2o7nSOxjTfif0Unl7VPbBi9wkFFzGHB4rXjzxX5X1uPlKzJNzy6W1I8LC7v45ki4n0YUpVXqrMn4h2bzPQgXK1ny/s1600-h/180px-Child_soldier_in_the_US_Civil_War.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306389014825532162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYbKOybjvhTkLvavOEkBRKSWmD_A_gi9y3ZqxDZKvK8wNuJ4xIgvt2o7nSOxjTfif0Unl7VPbBi9wkFFzGHB4rXjzxX5X1uPlKzJNzy6W1I8LC7v45ki4n0YUpVXqrMn4h2bzPQgXK1ny/s400/180px-Child_soldier_in_the_US_Civil_War.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> They are russians childs.</div><div> during the second world war</div><div> they were presents, officialy </div><div> encouraged by the</div><div> governement.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>He is from USA, he has taken part to the </div><div>US civil war. In his face, it is written that</div><div>children are the first witnesses of alla our </div><div>war.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou</span></strong></div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-90901243587180664412009-02-22T00:16:00.000-08:002009-02-22T00:21:56.645-08:00A SELFISH LOOK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dw145QVQfH6y1wB8xamKTcxRvI1X0VARi5wF8Moou2sbo1sy19Zm5yLH6aivEQjzDkFRSWzj6L_QyelDL697ApOUoN8Y9nMi5xY1RO-rvNiFGachTvS3_pF1l71kEPaksfCkkMksQn6/s1600-h/darfour+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305533143227812818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dw145QVQfH6y1wB8xamKTcxRvI1X0VARi5wF8Moou2sbo1sy19Zm5yLH6aivEQjzDkFRSWzj6L_QyelDL697ApOUoN8Y9nMi5xY1RO-rvNiFGachTvS3_pF1l71kEPaksfCkkMksQn6/s400/darfour+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you think that this boy is happy? Surely he is obliged. But is the new regard of children from Darfour.</div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-87962350976045418352009-02-20T02:01:00.000-08:002009-02-20T02:33:02.111-08:00WHEN CHILDHOOD STOPPED AT ITS FIRST SIDE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAYafNuytWPVgDFqulU5wwiad4tgPBHj9H0A9bKvpiOPXMOS4Cb6iDzQ75ztzYBTY63_QE6VhYpFd_VZgwQWz0WBHcqTJLnjsYI0I0JujkZt4lpnfTxPYLs8IKAZMKZk_cJW_KWjhOfbh/s1600-h/soldat+srilankais.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304818075095796242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAYafNuytWPVgDFqulU5wwiad4tgPBHj9H0A9bKvpiOPXMOS4Cb6iDzQ75ztzYBTY63_QE6VhYpFd_VZgwQWz0WBHcqTJLnjsYI0I0JujkZt4lpnfTxPYLs8IKAZMKZk_cJW_KWjhOfbh/s400/soldat+srilankais.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What was his name? It not important anymore, because...of that his face shows. But I know that he was from Srilanka...that all.</div><div>The young and handsome boy has just lost his young soul, as a flower in the fire, dead as a child soldier with a weapon in his hands. But who is going to take care of such an unknown deaf? A child soldier at his deaf place, is considered as an animal on the street. Here he is at the end of the beginning of his adventure, because life is an wonderfull adventure, but to see that it is delicious we should be alive.</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>amidou</strong></span></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-86564513989591364312009-02-18T13:42:00.000-08:002009-02-18T13:57:19.464-08:00ANOTHER LOOK OF A CHILDOOD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7Q9RKn0eOfOn7lz0SNaVGPXSNr2XlKqITZJ43t7zVJU4KfeqkuPFW_lQ7MxD4dFb_Z3ciZArFWEbxJXk19yvYTXJYu5zJfPMdUCkjNp3iUC3BPXEaCDLtpGuErcB1ydw9Qhh4MqnuThX/s1600-h/PITTORESQUE+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256380154870994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7Q9RKn0eOfOn7lz0SNaVGPXSNr2XlKqITZJ43t7zVJU4KfeqkuPFW_lQ7MxD4dFb_Z3ciZArFWEbxJXk19yvYTXJYu5zJfPMdUCkjNp3iUC3BPXEaCDLtpGuErcB1ydw9Qhh4MqnuThX/s400/PITTORESQUE+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Very original of being young. Even if it can be frightening enough, but I love them in that mood, because they show clearly that they are alive; and also, the nature and its marvellous coulors appear on their innocent faces. Children soldiers are no time to play...peace and love!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">amidou<br /></span><div></div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-25735455179435587782009-02-17T07:20:00.000-08:002009-02-17T07:33:45.757-08:00WEAPON'S SAUCISSE !!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaEbXBfowYYnId4g5BzdbB_BLg_yChToLLvImfpMDYhXQvO8mlzIDGDUkpheapV0Hj4iuTppEwaae6LXLK9mVHdXpCkLiHIygF1USMBXtU7i7aBbWwvmdEYHee8WXa5WOda0Fvko8pus-/s1600-h/1318_adjid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303787280644737746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaEbXBfowYYnId4g5BzdbB_BLg_yChToLLvImfpMDYhXQvO8mlzIDGDUkpheapV0Hj4iuTppEwaae6LXLK9mVHdXpCkLiHIygF1USMBXtU7i7aBbWwvmdEYHee8WXa5WOda0Fvko8pus-/s400/1318_adjid.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />ADJID is from Brimania. But is it immaginable that he should be seen in such position? Look at him very carefully, it seems that he is looking at his soul going away in the atmosphere. Here he is going to die surely, because firstable, he can't carry his weapon.TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334644741339010230.post-10965885176995531302009-02-15T10:41:00.000-08:002009-02-15T10:47:55.469-08:00FLOWERS ARE DYING<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOVnSZQKn01z6K2fJmfPhh5hlm1sbIaCZYH-x4dCslxxJP2VLJha7Ur3qxDEZv4gV6kMPSoAtR_-gyzIAqOdsJSO-JIQL5oUWF_YZ-OtfZuZGZzwzIdpb2_kvBKhhJLj7QuvA7PI618ml/s1600-h/1318_enfant.soldat2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303096438083888610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOVnSZQKn01z6K2fJmfPhh5hlm1sbIaCZYH-x4dCslxxJP2VLJha7Ur3qxDEZv4gV6kMPSoAtR_-gyzIAqOdsJSO-JIQL5oUWF_YZ-OtfZuZGZzwzIdpb2_kvBKhhJLj7QuvA7PI618ml/s400/1318_enfant.soldat2" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It is happening somewhere in the globe, such handsome flowers are dying! Look at them, they are so ugly!</div>TCHEBAKROhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759746862262067452noreply@blogger.com0