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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:lostinbarcelona.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/</id><title>BEGINNER</title><link rel="self" href="http://lostinbarcelona.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lostinbarcelona.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-07T21:50:32+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:lostinbarcelona.blog.co.uk,2007-09-03:/2007/09/03/good_luck~2919912/</id><title>GOOD LUCK</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lostinbarcelona.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/good_luck~2919912/"/><author><name>Judith31</name></author><published>2007-09-03T22:39:36+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:39:36+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow would be the day, the day that his life will take a new (maybe the right) direction: yes, a friend of mine, will do his exams for enrol in the University, so today the blog is for you: good luck, Robert!!! &lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1938302" title="universitat de barcelona, raval"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/302/1938302_4e6671d988_s.jpeg" alt="universitat de barcelona, raval" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1938303" title="universitat de barcelona, central"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/303/1938303_b4e945587b_s.jpeg" alt="universitat de barcelona, central" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm  turning into a small size as growing old, in the best sense of word, it's about childhood's returns...back home again for a long travel I just wanna sit on a chair and take a rest, enjoy life:  actually small things are apparently of interest...Núria, my aunt is mother-to-be, congratulations and wellcome!!!
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