Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Como Mexer No Tech Deck

The house and the bike's arrival and the memory

Dilawar (Afghanistan) - My house

This is my home in Afghanistan. When I was in Afghanistan

I lived here, in this house,
I like my house in Afghanistan. When it was spring


I slept in the room and I always fall asleep
out in my bed by the window.
I miss my home, always.
I love my home.
I miss everything. When I
in Afghanistan ... I am happy.





Efrem (Eritrea) - I like the bike

When I was little I loved the bike a lot.
I always washed the bike.
I like to run as the player of the bicycle.
For five years I ran.
I was a good sprinter.
But Mom and Dad were always worried
them and I reproached,
because one day I fell in the mountains.
After I went to the hospital for a month.
I hurt my wrist.
The bike broke down.
After Dad gave me money
because my bike broke,
to adjust the bike. After
dad ran out of money.
I too love the bike.
I go to my brother:
"Give me the money."
"Okay, okay."
After I continue to run with the bike.










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