Mountain climbers rescued by text message

Two British climbers were rescued yesterday after sending an SOS text message to a friend in London.

Rachel Kelsey,34, and her partner,Jeremy Colenso,33,who are both experienced climbers,were on a climbing holiday last week in Switzerland.But on Saturday night,when they were 3,000 metres up in the mountains,there was a terrible storm.The wind was incredibly strong and the snow was two metres deep.they couldn't move and they had to spend the night on the mountain.Rachel had her mobile phone with her,so she sent a text message to five friends in the UK asking for help.

About four hours later,one of her friends,Avery cunliffe in London,replied with a text message.Avery said, i don't usually have my mobile in the bedroom.At  about 4 am i woke up and saw Rachel's message.I found the number of the police in Switzerland and phoned them.they contacted the mountain rescue team.

But the weather was so bad that the helicopter couldn't get to the two climbers.The rescue team sent a text message to Rachel and Jeremy telling them that they had to spend a second night on the mountain.the message said : 'So sorry Rachel.we tried.wind too strong.have to wait till morning.take care.be strong'.Rachel said,'I thought we were going to die.It was freezing-15°C,and really windy on the mountain.
We spent the night talking and planning a holiday in the sun!

Next morning the storm passed and the helicopter arrived to take them off the mountain.Avery said,'when i heard that Rachel and Jeremy were safe i was dancing around my flat'.
Rachel said that she and Jeremy were now looking forward to a hot bath and a good meal.But first they were going to buy the rescue team a bottle of whisky!.

My life without money

Heidemarie schwermer,a 63 year old German woman,has lived without money for the last ten years,and has written a book about her experiences called " My Life Without Money".

At the age of 54 Heidemarie gave up her job as a psychotherapist,gave away all her money and her flat and threw away her credit cards.Today,apart from a few clothes (three sweaters,two skirts,two pairs of shoes,and a coat) and a few personal belongings,she doesn't own anything.

It all began as a one-year experiment.In her home city of Dortmund she set up a 'swapping circle' where people swap services without using money,for example,a haircut for a mathematics class.To prove thats this could work she decided to give up using money for a year.But when the year ended she continued and has not used money since then.

At first she house-sat for friends who were on holiday.she stayed in their house in return for watering the plants and looking after their animals.At the moment she is staying in a student residence where she can sleep,have a shower,or use a computer in return for cooking for the young people who live there.She also 'works' as a psycotherapist.'Before i treated very wealthy people but now i help anyone who turns up.
Sometimes they give me something in return,but not always'.

Heidemarie says, 'I can live thanks to my contacts.
a lot of people who know me understand what i'm doing and want to help me.When i need a bus ticket,for example,or a new tube of toothpaste i think, "who can i ask? what can i give them in return? "if want to go to cinema,i might offer to look after somebody's children for the afternoon.

It is one of the mistakes of our society that most people do something they don't like just to earn money and spend it on things they don't need.

Many people judge you according to how much you earn.In my opinion,all jobs are equally important.
You may not earn a lot of money but you may be worth a lot as a person.That's my message'.

So what did she do with all the money she earned from the sales,of my life without money?

'I gave it all away..'

"Hachiko" The loyal dog

Each year on April 8th at a solemn ceremony in Tokyo's Shibuya railroad station, hundreds of dog lovers do homage to the loyalty and devotion of an Akita dog, Hachiko, faithful pet of Dr. Eisaburo Ueno, a professor at Tokyo University.

Hachiko was born in Odate, Japan in November 1923, a white male Akita dog. At the age of two months, he was sent to the home of Professor Ueno of the Agricultural Department of the Tokyo University. The professor's home was in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. The professor commuted to the agricultural department in Komaba and the agricultural experimental station in Nishihara.

Tragedy struck on May 21, 1925, when Dr. Ueno did not return because he had suffered a stroke and died at the university. Hachiko was eighteen months old. The next day and for the next nine years, Hachiko returned to the station and waited for his beloved master before walking home, alone. Nothing and no one could discourage Hachiko from maintaining his nightly vigil. It was not until he followed his master in death, in March l934, that Hachiko failed to appear in his place at the railroad station.

Hachiko was sent to homes of relatives or friends, but he always continued to await his master, who was never to return, at the train station.

The fidelity of Hachiko was known throughout Japan, owing to an article, "Faithful Old Dog Awaits Return of Master Dead for Seven Years" in the October 4, 1933 issue of Aashi Shinbun (Asahi News). Upon his death, newspaper stories led to the suggestion that a statue be erected in the station. Contributions the from the United States and other countries were received. Today, the statue of the Akita, Hachiko, pays silent tribute to the breed's faithfulness and loyalty. A bronze statue of Hachiko was put up at his waiting spot outside the Shibuya railroad station, which is now probably the most popular rendezvous point in Shibuya. Hachiko was mounted and stuffed and is on now on display at the Tokyo Museum of Art.

based in this true story was inspired the movie a dog's tale

Curiosos retretes

Confesiones de un Psicópata.... (ficción)

Soy conciente de que soy un completo anormal, un tipo extremadamente raro, patético,un parásito,sin autoestima,feo y enfermo mental,soy producto de todos mis traumas,fobias,maltrato y abusos sufridos,durante toda mi vida,estoy completamente demente y odio a toda la sociedad,especialmente a las mujeres.

Estoy facinado con la sangre,y eso es lo que me impulsa a matar cada dia,adoro hacer sufrir a alguien y torturarlo,es como tener un orgasmo interminable y satisfactorio.


Mientras mas gritan mayor es mi gozo y exitación.


Empeze matando prostitutas,solia pasar con mi camioneta los fines de semana por la Av Arequipa en San Isidro y me levantaba una que otra prosti,y las degollaba en el interior de mi casa,en el sótano.

una vez que subian al auto,las inyectaba de inmediato con un potente somnífero que las hacia desvanecerse en el acto.

una vez en mi casa,ubicada en una zona muy desierta de Lima,las llevaba hasta el sotano,las amarraba bien y esperaba a que se despertaran, las dejaba gritar un poco,total nadie escuchaba y ahi empezaba con mis diversos metodos de tortura.

a algunas las corte en pedacitos muy pequeños,con un filudo cuchillo electrico que me mandaron de Alemania,para trozar la carne,al final les rocie gasolina y les prendi fuego para asi desaparecer todo tipo de evidencia.


Recuerdo que una vez baje también por la Javier Prado en mi auto,me levante a 2 maricas.

Al primero lo estrangulé despues de haberlo torturado con corriente eléctrica por mucho tiempo y al segundo simplemente le arranque la lengua,los ojos y el corazón  y se los dí a mi rotweiler.

No tengo ningun remordimiento ni sangre en las venas,desprecio a todo aquel que forma parte de la sociedad,estoy traumado,todo en mi esta dañado, no puedo vivir sin drogarme y alcoholizarme a diario, no se cuando me volví loco ,siento que los gusanos empiezan a carcomer mi cerebro.

 hay espiritus que me persiguen,voces que me trastornan y no me dejan en paz,me obligan a matar y no puedo detenerme.

intento luchar contra esto,contra mi mismo,pero nunca tengo éxito.

Por momentos quiero pensar que soy normal,pero la realidad es otra.

Happiness is like a butterfly,



When u go after it,


It flies away but when u stand still it comes to u.