old bob

Wow ! What a fine way to prepare your schedule ! You should give me some lessons about managing my time and planning my work.....

You should have faith in your future. We are never alone. Even someone alone in his real life can make a lot of friends, just by imagining them in his dreams. Try active imagination ( see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Active_imagination). Active Imagination is a concept developed by Carl Jung between 1913 and 1916. It is a meditation technique wherein the contents of one's unconscious are translated into images, narrative or personified as separate entities. Each time I have problems with myself or difficulties which I dont know how to solve, I lock myself in my room, I sit in my armchair, I close my eyes and I imagine myself in a pleasant environment, about to wait for someone who could help me out of my difficulties. Sometimes no one comes, sometimes I find an imaginary friend to talk with. Believe me, it works. Try It and tell me what you think about it. Good luck in your search for an unknown friend !

After writing and posted on a GA the first part of my history, I notice: • that I have taken a lot of pleasure from remembering and formatting my memories, • that I have to wonder if such a confession has its place here. What I write is not a fiction. It is a story (maybe a bit fictionalized) illustrating my own life. It combines the description of facts (as they remain in my memory) with the expressions of my feelings as I write. Faced with my memories, I do not know if I write first fo

I did not know Lausanne and above all I was not known. Switzerland is a small country which presents the peculiarity of being divided into 22 small 'cantons', similar to U.S. states. The inhabitants of each canton have the bad habit of despising the inhabitants of the neighboring cantons. As a citizen of the canton of Geneva, close to the west of the Canton of Vaud (of which Lausanne is the capital) and coming from the canton of Valais, close to the east, I was doubly 'disregarded'. So I had t

Your story is an illustration of a reality. Men (women too!) are often wolves to humans. But the worst is our indifference. You remember the best way that I can imagine that we are never alone and that we should never forget this obvious fact. To take care of his next ... why do we forget it so often?

I like specially your psionic style : short, straight (hahaha ). I would even say : military. Each word counts; it's really a pleasure to read. When I was very young and I had to digest some annoyances or vexations, I dreamt to be a super hero, like your psionic characters. All my fights in my dreams were successful and I forgot my plaintiveness. Your story brought my memories of these dreams back, and I was at once young again. To identify myself with Mike is an easy task.

start your own company . You will not need to respond to a job interview . BTW, about job interview, see my own story, in chapter 8 (a new job) .

It's never too late to celebrate a birthday . My best wishes for an happy, healthy and wealthy future, happyness, well being und sunshine

Thanks Marzipan. I did it !

Words non only wise, but also wonderfull . I admire the young man you are now, but I'm sure I will admire even more the mature man you will be in 20 years. Good luck for your future My wishes come from an old man who experienced the power you show in your blog

Before continuing the story of my professional adventures , I want to write something about my first profession and its evolution since I left the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology. The profession I learned at school is that of electrical engineer. An engineer is a professional practitioner of engineering, concerned with applying scientific knowledge, mathematics and ingenuity to develop solutions for technical and practical problems. That's what I did in my first job. I completed later

Interesting topic and it's not the first on the same subject. We discussed it a lot in the last 6 years, sometimes with very rough words against the bisexuals . This time the opinions are more 'soften' and even-tempered . I'm to lazy to find the right words to express my opinion. I found in the comments above exactly what I think today, the same since I discovered my bisexuality, many many years ago : "Most people are bisexual to some extent or the other. As has been established many times before in here, there are very few exclusively gay or exclusive straight people in existence." "I'm ranked in psychological bisexual I guess. I'm equally attracted to men and women but I'm very much monogamous. I am okay with just being with a woman for the last 60 years but I still like to look at men and they still play a factor in my sexuality, even if I'm not doing anything with one any more." Thanks to Tetrefine and Cia for the accuracy of their comments .

[sharedmedia=gallery:images:6541] I would like to interrupt the chronology of my memories and talk about something that is very close to my heart: my children and grandchildren. They were originally a large group of four children and six grandchildren. If we subtract the two children who have left and add the three great-grandchildren who came a few years ago, today we have reached a figure of 11 descendants! [sharedmedia=gallery:images:5772] Here's the list: Four children: Philip,

Relive the past Last few days, I divide my time between my work and writing my memoirs. Nephylim persuaded me to make the story of my life available to all GA members. It seemed to her that my story might interest other than me and that everyone could learn from my experiences. Be a model is not an easy task, but if I take her words, I managed to achieve personal fulfillment and I could well give courage and hope to all those younger than me, who fight and struggle to overcome their difficulties. I really lived passing through happy moments and painful episodes. As I said at the beginning of my story: "My story of soon 83 years of a tempestuous life is a try to understand myself where I come from, an attempt to draw lessons for others from my experiences, my joys and my woes". By evoking these years, I am pleased to recover many souvenirs which had been erased from my memory. The fact to format them forces me to describe in detail, to situate them in relation to who I was at that time and to highlight the underlying reasons of my actions. Finally, Nephylim me rendered me a great service by forcing me to look back. It's as if I were now on the side of a mountain, looking to pass the succession in the valley of my adventures, before my eyes flowing like a river through successively shallow lakes and rushing water rapids. In the words of the poet Horace: Suave, mari magno turbantibus aequora ventis, e terra magnum alterius spectare laborem; non quia vexari quemquamst jucunda voluptas, sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suavest. It's nice when the winds trouble the waters of the Great Sea from the shore to look at the hard labor of others not because it's a real pleasure that someone is tormented but because it is gentle to observe what misery one escapes himself I thought it was fun to illustrate my story with some old pictures. I hope the fun is not only for me. I am only at the beginning of my story. I have written already nine chapters, while the story should count at the end seventeen chapters Like all writers, I hope to meet the interest of many readers. But if not, it does not matter. Deep down I know that I write mostly for me and it’s not too bad if my story does not concern others.

beautiful ! to never judge anyone should be a rule for anyone who would want to judge others. Before you judge others, you need to know how to judge yourself !

Všechno nejlepší k narozeninám. Jak štěstí máte jen 28 let. (I hope I will not get into trouble for having written this in Czech) Happy Birthday How lucky you are, having only 28 years. Your whole life is before you I wish you lots of happy days, lots of love and everything you wish for yourself. My wish : I hope you will, when you are as old as me, as many nice memories as I have myself

I come back to my 'military' memories, already quickly mentioned in a former chapter. Incorporated in the signal corps of the Swiss Air Force, I entered on July 1952 (till the end of November) the recruit’s training camp on a military airfield. I had to interrupt my studies but I thought I would be able to go back to school not too late for the first semester of 1952/53.As I said before, I had kept contact with the commander of the military school. In the Swiss army, the future officers must,

Despite the opposition of our respective parents, Yvette and I considered ourselves ‘husband and wife’ and in June we exchanged gold rings as a sign of our oaths for life. In early summer, Yvette became pregnant. We were delighted that our union was going to become a reality by a future birth. The baby's arrival was scheduled for the end of the year. We would certainly meet a lot of difficulties, given our own poor economic situation, but the arrival of a child was primarily going to remove, a

I put my first story on GA and made a lot of mistakes in assigning numbers to the different chapters. To correct it, I tought that the easiest way would be to delete everything and to rewrite the whole story from the beginning. It seems to be impossible. Could anybody help me and show me the right way ? annoyed and upset Old Bob

At the end of September 1949, my father took me to Zurich. I thought to have finally freed myself from his loving constraint, but it was without knowing him. He had chosen a room next to the university, in the apartment of an old lady who used to monitor (and spy on) her guests, allowing no female visits. In addition, he even asked her to report to him my every move. After a few months, my father stopped watching over me. Either he had other things to do, or he became aware that at my age, I wa

Life was not easy for us from 1940 to 1945. In 1943, the Germans had occupied the south of France, our only contact with the ‘free world’, and completely surrounded Switzerland. We had become an island of freedom in the ocean of Nazi barbarism and fascism, a neutral country turned in on itself, but ready to push back the Germans, for whom our country was like a ‘thorn in the side’. Our army had transformed the Swiss Alps into a huge fortress. The strategy of General Guisan was to take refuge in

Being an only child is never easy. However, if I go through my memories of my first 10 years, until the beginning of WWII, I had a happy childhood. [sharedmedia=gallery:images:5767] From 1929 to 1939, that is, until September 5th, 1939, the date of the declaration of war, I lived like any little boy with many friends, boys and girls, not being concerned by the economic crisis affecting many homes around us and by the increasing threat of Nazi power. What are my first memories of my earlies

[sharedmedia=gallery:images:5625] I came to the world on June 10, 1929 in Geneva. But I come from far away. I am a mixture of German Jews and Russian Jews. The family of my mother has been established in the Rhineland for a long time (I believe since the 17th century) and the family of my father has been established in Ukraine and southern Poland since the 16th century. The story starts long before my birth, with my grandparents. My paternal grandfather, the son of a non commissioned

Why this story ? Why do I feel the need to take stock of my origins and of the ‘become who you are?’. Faced with my memories, I wonder… Is it really necessary to put me forward and to tell you my story? I hope to find the answers to my questions after having written my story; but, who knows? This isn’t exactly a fiction, it’s a romanced autobiography. I’m not a skilled writer and I haven’t imagination enough to write as the other authors do so well. Do I put myself down too easily ? I suppose

My story of soon 85 years of a tempestuous life, a try to understand myself where I come from, an attempt to draw lessons for others from my experiences, my joys and my woes. All life is beautiful, provided it is not useless !