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		<description><![CDATA[The world has many religions. From Sikhism to Judaism, many different religions are practiced world wide. People follow religions because they explain creation, why we are here on earth and what happens when we die. Religions also give people hope, through prayer, and mark rites of passage, which are rituals that help people see themselves [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The world has many religions. From Sikhism to Judaism, many different religions are practiced world wide. People follow religions because they explain creation, why we are here on earth and what happens when we die. Religions also give people hope, through prayer, and mark rites of passage, which are rituals that help people see themselves differently as they enter new phases of their lives. Each religion has special holy people who carry on traditions and are spiritual leaders who give advice to people. Religions list rules for dealing with family, neighbors and strangers or enemies. Even though there are many differences between religions, there are many similarities. On my trip around the world, I have met people from many different faiths. They have taught me to understand and respect their beliefs.</p>
<p>Hinduism is a polytheistic religion. There are many gods like Ganesh, an elephant headed god and the remover of obstacles; Shiva, the god of destruction; Brahma, the god of creation; and Vishnu, the god of preservation.  On February 12<sup>th</sup>, I celebrated Shivaratri in India. Shivaratri is a day on the Hindu calendar, set aside to honor lord Shiva. I went to a Shiva temple on Shivaratri; it was in an underground cave. The smell of incense was intoxicating. Humid air filled the underground room. One by one, people kneeled in front of an altar depicting lord Shiva. One man painted a tilak, a streak of red paint, on each worshiper’s forehead. As I was leaving the cave, the priest handed me some sweets made from milk and sugar.</p>
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<p>Unlike most religions, Hinduism doesn’t have a founder or one holy book, but it has many important scriptures. The Vedas are different chants and discussions from 1500 BC. They were written down in 1000 AD. Before they were written down they were passed on by memorizing and retelling.</p>
<p>Hindus worship gods in shrines, temples or at home. In India, there are many shrines on the sides of the roads. Brahmins are the highest caste in India. They worship Brahma; Brahmins are the priest class of the Hindu religion. Brahmin priests lead the ceremonies at weddings and give spiritual guidance to the people in their community. I have many friends in India who are Brahmin, but in modern India anyone can do any job regardless of their caste. My friends’ fathers are business men and teachers.</p>
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<p>My freind Sonu,. He&#8217;s in the yellow, black and grey shirt.</p>
<p>Sadhus are holy men of the Hindu religion. They travel from town to town asking for food. They are of the Brahmin caste, and have given up all luxuries to worship Lord Shiva. They are easily recognizable in a crowd because they wear orange robes, carry begging bowls, and have painted eyes or three stripes on their forehead. Tridents are a sign of Shiva, and Lord Shiva has three eyes, two regular eyes and one eye of destruction. When opened, the eye turns everything in its path to ashes. Brahma, the god of creation, had five heads, but now he only has four because Shiva fried his head off.</p>
<p>Hindus believe in reincarnation. Reincarnation means that when you die, your soul goes into another living creature that was born the moment you died. Then when that creature dies, your soul goes into another creature, and on and on like that. Hindu’s believe in karma. There is good karma and bad karma. To get good karma you do good things like worshiping the gods, helping people, and following your duties. When a person dies, if they have good karma they go to heaven and become gods. If a person has bad karma they may be reincarnated as an animal. If they have balanced karma they are reincarnated as a human again, and if they have really bad karma they go to hell. In the Hindu tradition, when you die you’re cremated. Hindus believe that spreading someone’s ashes in the Ganges River ensures that the person will go to heaven.</p>
<p>In World War II, Hitler used the swastika, the Hindu sign for good luck, as the symbol of the Nazi party, except it was turned around backward. In India it means good luck. Hindus usually have it on the door their homes and the entrance to weddings.  Most Hindus have shrines in their home that contain statues or pictures of gods. Ganesh is the most popular god; almost every Hindu has a statue of him in their house. He is the remover of obstacles, and he brings good luck. Even now, as I walk down the streets of Bangkok, which is Buddhist, I see statues of Ganesh with offerings like fountain drinks, money, and sweets placed around him. Even the Thais believe that Ganesh has the power to solve their problems and bring happiness to their lives.</p>
<p>            Sikhism is a small religion found in India. You can easily distinguish Sikhs in a crowd. All Sikh men and boys over thirteen wear turbans, so you can easily identify them. It is against the Sikh religion to cut your hair, although many Sikhs do. Five things Sikhs must do are: 1) Be clean 2) Commit good deeds 3) Protect their families 4) Not cut their hair and 5) Have self-discipline. Sikh means disciple.</p>
<p>            The most important Sikh site is the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India. Sikhs give gold to the temple, which is put on the temple’s domes. I haven’t been there, but from the pictures I have seen, the Golden Temple shines like the sun. Sikhs worship their god, Mool Mantar, in gurdaws, which are temples. The religious leaders in Sikhism are called gurus. The religion was founded by Guru Nanak, who was born in Lahore, which is now in Pakistan. He taught that god is in everyone. Guru Nanak wrote his ideas in the Guru Granath Sahib, which is the Sikh holy book.</p>
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<p>Although Sikhs believe in reincarnation like Hindus, Guru Nanak didn’t believe in the caste system and thought that it was ridiculous to worship icons and give offerings to the gods. Sikhs also do not believe in fasting and superstitions. They believe that you should do actual deeds like give to the poor and stand up against injustice. When we were in Delhi, we took a tour of the city to see how street kids lived. Our guide was a former homeless kid. He told us that no one starves in Delhi because of the Sikhs. Anyone can go to a Sikh temple and eat there. Sikhs cook food and sit and eat with some of the poorest people in India. They believe that all people should be treated equally, from the dirtiest street sweeper to the King of Japan. Sikhs also aren’t supposed to drink alcohol, take drugs, or smoke.</p>
<p>Sikhs believe they are holy warriors, fighting against injustice. Sikh men are supposed to be courageous, strong, and fierce. A great example of this was our Sikh driver, Mr. Singh, on our tour of Rajasthan.  Whenever there was a traffic jam, he got out of the van and scowled at everyone. They sure got out of there fast. Mr. Singh told us that he gives 10-20% of his earnings to the temple to feed poor people and help those in need.</p>
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<p>Judaism is one of the world’s oldest and spread out religions. The only place where Judaism is a majority is Israel. It is practiced most in the Middle East, Europe, and the United States. People who practice Judaism are called Jews. The original Jewish language is Hebrew. Judaism was founded in 1300 BC in Mesopotamia. The founder of Judaism was Abraham. God told him to leave Mesopotamia and go to a holy land, where he would be the founder of a nation. The holy land is now Israel and Abraham’s people are the Jews.</p>
<p>Jews worship their god (the same god as in Christianity and Islam) in synagogues. The Jewish holy men are called rabbis. Some Jewish holidays are Passover and Hanukkah. Jews cannot eat animals with a split hoof like pigs, or with paws like rabbits. Jews can only eat fish whose scales and fins can come off. According to traditional Jewish Law, a Jew is “anyone born of a Jewish mother” or converted to Judaism in accord with Jewish Law. Most Jewish men and boys wear “kippahs”, skull caps, which are tiny black hats.</p>
<p>The Star of David is one of the symbols of Judaism. A popular Jewish folk tale says that the Star of David is made after the shield of the Israelite warrior, David, who would later become King David. To save metal, the shield was made of leather stretched across a simple metal frame of two interlocking equilateral triangles that would hold the round shield.</p>
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<p>In Turkey, we had a Turkish teacher named Alper. He was a Jew whose ancestors were from Spain. When the Muslums ruled Spain, Muslims, Christians, and Jews could practice their religion freely. When the Christians came and took over in 1492, they told the people who weren’t Christian to either convert to Christianity or leave. Some people agreed to convert, but secretly followed their religion, some left Spain, and some did neither and were tourtered until they converted or died. Most of the Muslims who left Spain went to Northern Africa, many of them settling in Tunisia.  Alper’s Jewish ansestores fled from Spain and went to Turkey, which was part of the Ottoman Empire. Under the Ottoman Empire, anyone can practice their religion. Alper still spoke a little of the old, medival Spanish from that time!</p>
<p>Islam is one of the world’s largest religions. People who practice Islam are known as Muslims. Islam was founded by Muhammad. Muhammad spoke the words of God. His followers wrote his words in the Koran, the Muslim holy book, so they would not forget. Since, the verses of the Koran came directly from the Muslim god, Allah, Muslims consider the Koran very holy. One cannot even touch the pages of the Koran. You have to use a special tool to turn the pages. Since Allah spoke Arabic to Muhammad, Arabic is considered a holy language, and Muslims are expected to know the lines of the Koran in Arabic. Even though he wasn’t a very religious Muslim, our guide in Tunisia, Yussef, believed that the writing of the Koran is proof that god exists. Yussef said that the Koran is written so beautifully, that no one but God could have spoken the verses.</p>
<p>Muslims follow the “Five Pillars” of Islam. The first is Shahadah, believing that there is no god but Allah, and that Muhammad is his prophet. The second, Salat, states that you must pray toward Mecca 5 times a day. The third pillar is Zakat, giving 2.5% or more of your salary as donations to the poor or to those in need. The fourth is Sawat, which means you must fast (if you are able) during Ramadan, an important Muslim holiday. The fasting lasts for an entire month. During Ramadan, Muslims do not eat during the day; they only eat at night. Last but not least is the Hajj, the fifth pillar. Every Muslim (if they are able) must make a pilgrimage to Mecca once in their life. During the Hajj, which lasts for four days, millions of Muslims go to Mecca, a city in Saudi Arabia, and perform a series of rituals. The Hajj creates a sense of unity among Muslims of many nations.</p>
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<p>Muslims go to their mosque, the place where they worship. Mosques have domed roofs and minarets. Five times a day the call to prayer is chanted from the minarets, magnified by giant bull horn speakers. It is a Muslim’s duty to worship their god, Allah, five times a day. Most Muslims don’t go to the mosque five times a day. They may pray wherever they are, like in a park, at work, or at home. When they pray, they must be clean. They take out a prayer rug and face Mecca, the most important Muslim holy site. In the mosque or on the prayer rug, praying Muslims kneel on the ground and put their head on the floor, submitting to god. As a matter of fact, the word Islam means “submission” in Arabic. You can tell if a Muslim worships God a lot because they have calluses on their foreheads where their heads touch the floor.</p>
<p>Some Muslim women wear dark black robes covering themselves. They do this so they don’t tempt men or give them impure thoughts. Like Jews, Muslims don’t eat pork because they consider pigs to be unclean. Some important Muslim holidays are Ramadan, a month of fasting, and Kurban Byrami which celebrates the submission of Abraham to God, by agreeing to sacrifice his son. (The Koran says that Abraham was to sacrifice Ishmael (the father of the Arabic people) not Isaac (the father of the Hebrew, or Jewish, people.))</p>
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<p>            Most countries where the majority of people are Muslim are in North Africa and the Middle East. The exception is Indonesia, in Southeast Asia. Indonesia is the country with the largest Muslim population in the world. Of the countries I’ve been to on this trip, Tunisia and Turkey are the ones where the majority of people are Muslim. India has many Muslims as well. In fact, as we were driving to the airport in Delhi, we saw a special terminal set aside just for Muslims going to Mecca for the Hajj.</p>
<p>Buddhism started with the birth of Buddha about 2,500 years ago. Buddha was born into a royal Hindu family, but gave up all luxurious comforts to become a monk. He tried to find out why people die and why they suffer. Buddha tried to follow the life of a Hindu monk by hurting himself and fasting. He realized that these practices just distract you from meditating. He believed that people should follow the middle way – not fasting or hurting yourself but also not eating too much or living a life of luxury.</p>
<p>He meditated under the Bodhi tree, a sacred fig tree, until he was enlightened. He learned how to end all pain and suffering and how to break the reincarnation cycle. He taught people the Four Noble Truths and how to follow the Eight-Fold Path. The four noble truths are 1) life means suffering 2) suffering comes from being attached to things in this world 3) it is possible to end suffering 4) you can end all suffering by following the Eight-Fold Path. The Eight-Fold Path is 1) right aspiration 2) right knowledge 3) right speech 4) right behavior 5) right livelihood 6) right efforts 7) right mindfulness and <img src='http://thebigfieldtrip.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif' alt='8)' class='wp-smiley' /> right concentration.</p>
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<p>Buddhist monks travel from house to house asking for alms. They prefer vegetarian food because they believe in non violence, but they will eat whatever is given to them. Every man in Buddhist countries is supposed to become a monk for some amount of time in his life. My friend, Rolando, in Thailand, told me that sometimes his colleagues disappear for weeks or even months at a time. They become monks for a short time and then return to their normal lives. Buddhist monks are much respected in Buddhist countries. Thailand is the only place where I’ve seen metro for seats reserved for monks.</p>
<p>Many Buddhists live in Nepal, Tibet, Sri Lanka, Thailand, Cambodia, and Japan.  Buddhism is the 4<sup>th</sup> largest religion in the world. It is hard to count the total number of Buddhists because 1) Buddhism is often practiced alongside other religions 2) There is no official church that keeps records 3) Vietnam and China are communist and have discouraged religion, but there are many Buddhists in these countries. It is hard to define a Buddhist. Buddhism is practiced in many different ways. Buddhists recognize Buddha as someone who was enlightened, and they try to follow his example. They may meditate, pray to Buddha, read Buddhist teachings, or learn the practice from Buddhist monks. They seek enlightenment by being mindful of the nature of reality.</p>
<p>Christianity is the world’s largest religion. Christians are all over the world. Christian countries range from Armenia to Zimbabwe. The reason Christianity has spread all over the world is because in the Christian faith, you have to be a Christian to go to heaven. When the Europeans, especially the Spanish went to the Americas, they forced the people there to be Christian, thinking they were helping them. The Europeans destroyed the native people’s (like the Incans) holy sites and temples and built Christian churches on top of them, which is sort of ironic because the Incans built their temples on top of the Chachapoya people’s temples when they conquered them. When we hiked the Inca trail, we explored the ruins of an Incan temple that was destroyed by the Spanish when they conquered Peru. I have seen Christians in every country, except for Turkey, handing out pamphlets to try to get new members for their church.</p>
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<p>The founder of Christianity was Jesus of Nazareth, or Christ. His parents were Mary and Joseph. The Christian holy book is called “The Holy Bible,” or just the Bible. When Christianity was born, it split off from Judaism, but the Old Testament of the Christian Bible has the same stories as the Jewish Torah. The New Testament of the Bible is about Jesus’ life and teachings. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to relieve all people of their sins. Jesus told about a loving God, but you can only go to heaven if you believe in God and love him. Some of Jesus’ quotes are:</p>
<p>&#8220;I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” This means that Christians believe in charity and not in hoarding wealth.</p>
<p>&#8220;You have heard that it was said, &#8216;Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.&#8217; But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.&#8221; This means that Christians believe that you should love all people, including your enemies, and that you should not fight.</p>
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<p>Christians worship God in churches. Christians go to church every Sunday. Christians believe that if you’re good in your life, love God and Jesus, and ask God for forgiveness when you sin, you will go to heaven when you die. If you’re not Christian, if you commit sins and don’t repent to God, you will go to hell.</p>
<p>I’ve been in a lot of churches; of the countries I’ve been to, Peru, Brazil, Spain, Portugal, England and Bulgaria have been mostly Christian. Bulgaria is Eastern Orthodox Christian. Eastern Orthodox Christians don’t believe that Mary (Jesus’ mother) was holy. During Eastern Orthodox Church services, priests ignore the worshipers as they conduct the service. When I went to a service, I felt weird because I was being ignored, and I felt like I was intruding. There are no pews in the Eastern Orthodox Churches; worshipers light candles and place them around paintings of saints and Jesus while praying to them. Saints are special holy people who performed miracles in God’s name.</p>
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<p>Peru, Brazil, Spain, and Portugal are Catholic countries. Catholics often pray to Mary and the saints as well as to Jesus. In Catholic churches, I feel much more welcome because the priests are addressing the people. The religious leaders of the Catholic Church are called priests. The head of the Catholic Religion is the Pope, who lives in the Vatican City, the smallest country in the world, which is in Rome. The largest cathedral in the world is St. Peter’s, which is in the Vatican City. I have been to St. Peters. I remember there was bullet proof glass everywhere to protect the sculptures. I think that Catholic cathedrals are built to impress people and give them the idea that the Church and God are very powerful.</p>
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<p>Catholicism split into lots of different religions when the printing press was invented because many people wanted a personal relationship with god, not one through the priests.  When the printing press was invented, everyone could have a Bible. Many people started interpreting the Bible differently. New Christian religions were formed. We call them Protestant because they were formed by people protesting against the Catholic faith. The majority of American Christians are Protestant. Protestants don’t believe in worshiping saints or icons. Protestant church services are more casual than Catholic church services because they don’t have as many rituals. All Christians are united in the belief that Jesus was God’s son and that he was sent to Earth to forgive our sins.</p>
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<p>Jainism is a very small religion. It started in India but Jains have moved all over the world as Jains have moved from India. Jains believe in 24 prophets, called Tirthankaras. They believe that these prophets conquered their inner enemies to become supreme beings, or Jina. Jains believe that any person can become a Jina through self control. Jains believe in reincarnation, but to break the cycle and become a Jina, you have to destroy the eight karmas of life.</p>
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<p>Jains believe in non-violence, not stealing, speaking the truth, not being attached to material things, and not getting pleasure out of the senses. Because of their belief in non-violence, or Ahimsa, Jains don’t harm any living creatures and are vegetarian. A Jain quote is “Don’t kill any living beings. Don’t try to rule them.” They don’t eat eggs or root vegetables like potatoes, onions, and garlic, so when you go to restaurants in India, the waiters serve the onions on the side. Every packaged food product in India has a square with either a red dot or a green dot. The red dot means it’s “veg.” and the red dot means it’s “non veg.” In India, eggs are not considered vegetarian, so cakes have a red dot on them.</p>
<p>Some Jain priests wear masks on their faces, so they don’t breathe in any insects. Jain monks don’t stay in one place; they move around. Some Jain monks go around naked. They eat less and less and less until they stop eating and they die of starvation. Their only possessions are bowls to collect their alms and brooms to sweep in front of them so they don’t step on any living creatures. Most Jains do not become priests, but they do believe in self-sacrifice.</p>
<p>There is often conflict between religions. Many people believe that they are following the right religion, and everyone else is wrong. However, this is not always the case. In India, there once was a Mogul ruler named Akbar. He had three wives; one was Christian, one Muslim and one Hindu. We went to his palace in Fatehpur Sikri; it was magnificent. He had a palace built for all three of his queens. The first one was huge, built from red sandstone, for his Hindu queen. The second was smaller, but was by a beautiful pond and had some of the most intricate carvings I’ve ever seen; it was for the Muslim queen. The third was medium sized, and had mirrors and glass (which were very expensive) all over it. It was for Akbar’s Christian queen. In Akbar’s throne room there were intricately carved symbols from all three of three of the religions. He tried to create an empire where everyone could practice their religion freely.</p>
<p>However, Akbar’s grandson, Aurangzeb, was a very religious Muslim who was intolerant of other faiths, the opposite of his grand father. He destroyed religious Hindu sites and temples all over India, and built mosques over them. There was a recent bombing of a mosque south of Delhi; the Hindus who bombed the mosque claimed it was built over a religious Hindu sight, destroyed by Aurangzeb. When we visited important Hindu and Muslim sites around India, there were always many police to protect the monuments and visitors religious violence.</p>
<p>I’ve met people from many religions on this trip. None of those people were mean to me, and they didn’t judge me on my religion. They shared their religions with me, but didn’t force me to convert. Some practices seemed bizarre at first, and some seemed natural. However, I didn’t tell someone that their religion was wrong; I respected their beliefs. I don’t think any religion is better than another. This trip has taught me to respect all the religions. I think this is because I’ve met people I respect from all the religions, from my Brahmin friends in India who treated me like an old friend, to Alper in Turkey who taught us Turkish for free. Religions can be good when they give people hope and inspire them to show compassion to people. They can be bad when they make people fear or hate people of other religions. People should go out and meet people of different faiths. They’ll find that there is nothing bad about those people. They are a lot more like you than you think. If everybody did this then there would be less violence and more peace in the world.</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isabella</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Bulgaria, people hang up Martenitsas, which are red and white bracelets, to celebrate Spring coming. The white on the bracelets represents purity, and the red on the bracelets represents blood and ancestry.  The name “martenitsas” comes from Grandma Marta. In English Grandma Marta means Grandma March. She represents the month of March. People think [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In Bulgaria, people hang up <strong>Martenitsas, </strong>which are red and white bracelets, to celebrate Spring coming. The white on the bracelets represents purity, and the red on the bracelets represents blood and ancestry.  The name “martenitsas” comes from Grandma Marta. In English Grandma Marta means Grandma March. She represents the month of March. People think of her as an old woman. If the day is cold and snowy, they think of her as a grumpy old woman, but if the day is warm and sunny, they think of her as a nice and loving soul.</p>
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<p>When Bulgarians make their martenitsas, they make them for their friends and family, never for themselves. In early spring, they make martenitsas in their homes by braiding red and white strands of wool together.  On March 1<sup>st</sup> they are given out to friends and family or people they want to meet. The martenitsas can also be bought at stores and markets. If someone gives you a martenitsa, it is like saying, “I wish you health, good luck, happiness, and friendship.”</p>
<p>When you get a martenitsa, you put it on until you see a stork, a swallow, or a blooming tree. Storks, swallows and blooming trees represent spring coming.  Then you tie your martenitsa on a branch of the first blooming tree that you see.  You can also put the martenitsa under a rock, and if a worm comes to it first you get good luck. On the other hand, if a spider comes to it you get bad luck. If an ant comes to it first you’ll get good luck, but you’ll have to work for it.</p>
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<p>The first day we arrived in Bulgaria, we saw martenitsas hanging on tree branches. Martenitsas, martenitsas, martenitsas! Some of the trees were full of them! There were dozens on every branch. Until I arrived in Veliko Turnovo I didn’t know the tradition about these red and white bracelets. I learned about them from Georgi, our guide. Georgi makes martenitsas for his friends and family every year at the end of winter. A lot of friends give him bracelets; sometimes he gets so many that his wrists are full of them.</p>
<p>I think martenitsas are awesome, including the spider part. When we get back to Santa Fe I am definitely going to celebrate the arrival of Grandma Marta by making bracelets from red and white strands of wool. I am going to give them out to my friends on March 1<sup>st</sup> to wish them good luck, health, happiness, and friendship.</p>
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		<title>Gyuro&#8217;s Head &#8211; A Bulgarian Folktale</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cyrus</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a Traditional Bulgarian Folk Tale. Our language teacher’s husband, Petko, told it to us. Petko told us that Bulgarians are very clever, they have morals and hidden morals. 
                  Once upon a time there was a very large man-eating brown bear. It had been eating people from a village nearby its lair so the villagers [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">This is a Traditional Bulgarian Folk Tale. Our language teacher’s husband, Petko, told it to us. Petko told us that Bulgarians are very clever, they have morals and hidden morals. </p>
<p>                  Once upon a time there was a very large man-eating brown bear. It had been eating people from a village nearby its lair so the villagers sent their bravest men to track down the bear and kill it. The men followed the bear’s footprints to its lair, high up in the mountains. It was a small tunnel descending into the bear’s den in the mountain. A man named Gyuro decided to crawl into the tunnel (it was to small to walk into). He tied a rope around his waist and crawled in headfirst. After a while, when Gyuro didn’t come back, they tugged on the rope nervously. When he still didn’t come out, they pulled and pulled until they dragged him out, a man without a head.  “Didn’t Gyuro have a head?”  One of the men asked.  “Of course! Or did he?” said another man. All of the men argued for a bit, and then one said “Let’s go to Gyuro’s wife, she’ll know!” So they went back to the village. They found Gyuro‘s wife out beating rugs in front of her house. They told her the story, and then asked her “Did Gyuro have a head?” She thought a bit, and said “Good question.” She thought a bit more then exclaimed “Ah, I know, Gyuro bought a hat last year, so he must have had a head!”</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">The End</h3>
<p> </p>
<p align="center">The Moral of this story is never go into something Headfirst (especially man-eating bear caves) without checking it out first.</p>
<p align="center"> Or</p>
<p align="center">The hiddden moral: If you do something stupid, people will question your intelligence.</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:16:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isabella</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the most difficult things about traveling is learning different languages. It’s uncomfortable when I am sitting next to strangers on an airplane and I want to speak with them, but I don’t know if they speak the same language as I do. Sometimes I get nervous when I walk down the street and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the most difficult things about traveling is learning different languages. It’s uncomfortable when I am sitting next to strangers on an airplane and I want to speak with them, but I don’t know if they speak the same language as I do. Sometimes I get nervous when I walk down the street and somebody starts to talk to me, and I don’t know if he’s mad at me because I don’t understand him.</p>
<p>When I walked down a street in Sofia, somebody stopped me in my tracks and said something to me that I did not understand. He was speaking n Bulgarian. It made me feel uncomfortable. I wish I could have said that I did not speak Bulgarian, but I couldn’t even say that.</p>
<p>When we were on the airplane from London to Bulgaria, I was terrified. What was I going to say to the woman beside me who was speaking in Bulgarian to me?  Luckily she was from London and spoke English too. When she said, “Oh, do you speak Bulgarian?” I said “No. Do you?”</p>
<p>She said, “A little bit. What’s your name?”</p>
<p>I said, “Bella. What’s yours?”</p>
<p>She said, “Niki.”</p>
<p>Then I felt brave, happy, and excited too, because she was going to teach me Bulgarian. She taught me how to say “hello” in Bulgarian. She said say “zdra-ve-te”, and I did. I’ve been in Bulgaria for six weeks now, and I’m still not good at speaking Bulgarian, but I’m getting the hang of it.</p>
<p>When you’re traveling you should learn some basic words because they will come in handy. I think it’s important to learn numbers, letters, and words like “hello”, “good-bye”, and “I don’t understand”.  I also think it is important to know how to say “thank you”. In Bulgarian thank you is “blah-goo-dar-ya”, but you can also say “merci”.  In Spanish thank you is “gracias”, in Portuguese it’s “obrigada (o)”, in Arabic it’s “chokran” <strong>????</strong> and in French it’s “merci”.</p>
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<p>In Bulgaria it is important to know the head signals too. Shaking your head  from side to side means “yes” and nodding up and down means “no.” Learning this is very difficult. Once someone asked me if I understood Bulgarian, and I shook my head. So he kept on talking in Bulgarian.</p>
<p>When I got to Bulgaria, I did not know how to speak any Bulgarian except for what I learned from Niki. The hardest part about learning Bulgarian is they write very differently than we do. My name is spelled like this in Bulgarian <span style="text-decoration: underline">????e??</span>!</p>
<p>I learned languages in many different ways. Mom has been speaking Spanish to me since I was born, so in Peru I was fine speaking in Spanish. My understanding of Spanish helped me learn Portuguese in Brazil and Portugal because these two languages are very alike. When we went to Brazil, my family and I took Portuguese lessons. Cyrus and I took one lesson before Mama and Papa took another lesson. We took lessons from a professional young lady. Inãe was very patient and very nice. I even learned by reading books and listening to people on the sidewalks chattering to each other.</p>
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<p>I learned Arabic and French in Tunisia. I took lessons from a young lady named Fadoua, who taught us French. Sometimes she taught us arts and crafts because she was in college studying art. Yousef was a friend of ours from Tunisia who took us to the Sahara Desert. He spoke Arabic, French, English, and Italian, and taught us some Arabic.</p>
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<p>I am learning the Cyrillic alphabet in Bulgaria. I listen to Bulgarian language podcasts with my family. My mom taught me how to say “goodbye”. You stay it like this “do-<em>veezh</em>-de-ne”. Both of my brothers have shirts that have the Cyrillic alphabet written on them. Mom quizzes us on the Bulgarian alphabet and animal names every day. I read signs on the streets. Ventzi, our Bulgarian teacher, has taught us names of animals. Bird is “petitza”. Now I can go to the grocery store and say “pet mlyako molya”. (They will give me five cartons of milk). There is still a lot more that I need to learn, but at least now I know how to say “ne razbirum Bulgarski”, which means “I don’t understand Bulgarian”. That gets me out of a lot of difficult situations.</p>
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<p>I still have many languages to study, from Turkish to Hindi to Thai. I’ve got an adventure in front of me and lots to learn.  In the past year that we’ve been traveling I’ve felt scared of learning each new language, but now I know that I can learn to say some basic words and that will help me to communicate with people in tricky situations. Now I feel brave and excited to learn new languages.</p>
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		<title>The Zip Line</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 09:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cyrus</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Splash! Uh, oh, my turn. I walk to the edge of the cliff, then jump.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Splash! Uh, oh, my turn. I walk to the edge of the cliff, then jump.</p>
<p>We had been going on a tour all day. We were somewhere outside of Lencois, Brazil. We had been to Devil’s Hole, a pool so deep that its water looked black. If you held the water in your hands, it was brown. The pool wasn’t that big but it was hundreds of feet deep and there was a huge, steep waterfall feeding water into the pool. It had a steep zip line going into Devil’s Pool. People were flinging themselves off the waterfall and into space, and, instead of falling, they were yanked along by the zip line, like helpless kittens being kidnapped by an owl in a strong wind. There was no way I was going on that thing. I swam in the pool instead. I swam under the waterfall, which was a mistake because it pushed me underwater. It was fun, I did it again. Then we got into our guide’s car and continued our tour of Chapada Diamantina National Park.</p>
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<p>It was a really fun, adventurous day. I fed monkeys and ate many mangoes from the trees. I got within three feet of a viper with poison so deadly it could kill an adult in two hours. Its mouth was full of frog, but still. I got close to enough take good pictures, only backing off when my mom told me to. You don’t see one of those every day! I stuffed myself with Brazilian food from a buffet, which was delicious.  We went into a cave that looked like it was on the moon. There were no plants at all. My parents had to sign a slip that said it wasn’t their fault if anyone died. The cave was awesome! It had loads of stalactites and lots of alien insects like huge millipedes, blind grasshoppers, and tarantulas. I got as many close-up photos as I could, including a great one with Bella and a millipede. </p>
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<p>Then we walked until we came to a crystal lake. It was very clear so we were going to snorkel. Then I heard the zip. It was another zip line. I could either climb down a 40 foot cliff or fly down the zip line, which cost 5 Reals (about 3 dollars). It went across the lake, almost, and landed in it. I decided to do it with my dad. It seemed like it would be fun. We paid and the owner strapped us to the zip line. I had on a harness, which was connected by a carabineer to a rope which was connected to the zip line (which made the zzzzzzzzz sound).</p>
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<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip! Splash, went my dad. My turn. Gulp. I walked to the edge of the plank, looked down at the dizzying drop, then jumped.</p>
<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, went the line. I was flying!  I held on tight to the rope, being yanked all over (or so it seemed). My heart was in my throat and then my strength seemed to leave me. I couldn’t hold on any longer so I braced myself and then let go of the rope, expecting to fall into the shallow water a long way down. Nothing happened. I felt a huge jolt, but I was still moving through the air.  I looked up to see that I was connected to the zip line. Of course! Then something yanked my feet back. Ker-splash! I hit the water. I got up and unhooked myself. “I want to do that again!” I told my dad. </p>
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<p>That was one of many times I was nervous about doing something, then realized it was OK and/or fun when I &#8220;let go of the rope&#8221;.  Whether it’s talking to someone in a foreign language or walking around town by myself, I find out its OK.</p>
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		<title>Bella&#8217;s Seeds</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 13:24:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Isabella</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sofia is a city of people. People live in apartments that are drab gray blocks of cement. Trains rumble by on iron tracks, and people look out of the windows and talk in Bulgarian. Dull black wires bring electricity to people.






From The Big Fieid Trip &#8211; London and Sofia, September 2009



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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sofia is a city of people. People live in apartments that are drab gray blocks of cement. Trains rumble by on iron tracks, and people look out of the windows and talk in Bulgarian. Dull black wires bring electricity to people.</p>
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<p>Sofia is also a city of trees. Brown tree trunks line the streets like hundreds of statues. Leaves with all the colors of the rainbow float down to cover the sidewalks like a warm blanket. Chestnuts in a spiky cover hang on chestnut trees ready to fall.</p>
<p>As I wandered in Sofia, I noticed that the trees were full of seeds; big and little, circle and oval, they all scattered far from the parent tree. I saw crazy teenagers throwing chestnuts at bikes and trains. A maple seed with curved wings fluttered to the ground like a spinning parachute, and I picked it up. I split the seed open and put it on my nose so I looked like a rhino! Cruz did the same with papa’s help.</p>
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<p>As I stood beneath a mighty walnut tree, I spied a dry walnut (stored by a lucky squirrel) hidden in a knot-hole. I reached up, standing on papa’s shoulders. I heard the “chip! chip!” of a squirrel chattering at us!</p>
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<p>After that we said, “Sorry for taking your lunch, but thank you!” Oak trees were raining acorns, and squirrels were leaping and dancing as they gathered them up. I saw seeds in pods, cotton, purple fruit, spiky shells, berries, parachutes, and flat banana pods. Everywhere I looked there were seeds. <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IUJDQmQzkbnPqST27poKRA?feat=embedwebsite" onclick="pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IUJDQmQzkbnPqST27poKRA?feat=embedwebsite&amp;referer=');"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PSW2q-V7824/StRZ0o1RHII/AAAAAAAAJzg/9eFNOEapCYQ/s400/Bella%27s%20Seeds%20037.JPG" alt="" /></a></p>
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<p> Trees are living things. They get minerals and water from the ground through their roots. They use energy from the sun to turn carbon dioxide and water into sugar. This happens in the leaves, and it is called photosynthesis. Trees grow and then reproduce. When their flowers are pollinated they grow seeds.  Seeds are baby trees with food and nutrients so they can start to grow. They need enough food to live until they grow leaves and roots.</p>
<p>Seeds are made in all different shapes to help them disperse. Disperse means move away from the parent tree. If seeds did not disperse, when they grew they would be all crammed together, and they would have to fight for minerals, light, and water. Trees can’t move. Trees depend on other things to move the seeds like animals, people, gravity, and the wind. Some even get moved by the sun! When their pods dry up their seeds burst out of them like a spring had pushed them out. Seeds can even be dispersed by a wild teenager chucking chestnuts at trains!</p>
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<p>For my project I took a lot of time to observe seeds. I threw seeds up in the air to see how they moved. I collected as many different types of seeds as I could and took them home to observe them. I drew their outside appearance then cut them open and drew their inside appearance. I drew details like color and texture. I described each seed in words. I read about seeds on the internet and saw a lot with my own eyes. On the internet I learned that poppies have very small seeds. The top of the poppy is like a rattle with really small holes. When the wind blows the poppy around, the rattle shakes, and poppy seeds go flying out. The whole seed experience was a lot of fun, especially standing on papa’s shoulders to get the dried walnut out of the tree.</p>
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<p>As part of my project, papa and I made Baklava out of walnuts. Baklava is a great tasting desert that is made in Bulgaria. We made it because it has a lot of seeds. Walnuts are are the seeds of walnut trees. The sheets of phylo dough are made from the seeds of wheat, which is a grass. Here&#8217;s the recipe that we used. It is best to eat it with ice cream!</p>
<p><strong> BAKLAVA</strong></p>
<p><em>INGREDIENTS:</em> </p>
<p>1 lb.  pastry sheets (phylo dough)</p>
<p>1 cup of butter</p>
<p>1 lb chopped or ground walnuts</p>
<p>1 tablespoon of cinnamon</p>
<p>1  cup sugar</p>
<p>1 cup water</p>
<p>1/2 cup honey</p>
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<li>Grease a baking pan with melted butter</li>
<li>Layer 8 pastry sheets with melted butter brushed between every two sheets</li>
<li>Mix the chopped or ground walnuts and cinnamon and spread 1/3 of the nuts over the pastry sheets</li>
<li>Cover with 2 pastry sheets and brush with butter</li>
<li>Add another 1/3 of the nut mixture, spread evenly</li>
<li>Cover with 2 pastry sheets and brush with butter</li>
<li>Add remaining nut mixture, spread evenly</li>
<li>Cover with remaning pastry sheets with melted butter brushed between every two sheets</li>
<li>Cut the bakalava into diamond shaped pieces</li>
<li>Bake until golden</li>
<li>Make syrup form sugar  and water. boil &amp; add honey. simmer for 20 minutes.  let cool.</li>
<li>Spread syrup over cooled baklava &amp; soak for 24 hours!</li>
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		<title>THE BIG CHILI TRIP</title>
		<link>http://thebigfieldtrip.com/2009/10/chili-peppers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:24:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cyrus</dc:creator>
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Chili peppers were being cultivated in Peru more than 6,000 years ago. From the coast birds brought the seeds inland. Chilis are not spicy to birds, slugs, snails, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">Chili peppers and their cousins the sweet or bell peppers are almost everywhere. From Eastern China to Mexico, there are peppers. Peppers play an important role in many cuisines world-wide.</p>
<p>Chili peppers were being cultivated in Peru more than 6,000 years ago. From the coast birds brought the seeds inland. Chilis are not spicy to birds, slugs, snails, and frogs. Birds eat the chilis and the seeds go through their digestive system unharmed. The chilis have a chemical called capsicum which slows digestive systems.  Most mammals crush the chili’s seeds when eating them, so they can not germinate. This is why chilis have the defense of spiciness to most animals. It’s sort of ironic that chilies are spread around the world by humans, who are not intended to eat them. </p>
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<p> Chili peppers are valued because they are high in vitamin C, they add spiciness and flavor, and they are addictive (with enough capsicum, your heart beats faster, making chilis addictive). Would you rather have a pot of beans or a pot of beans with chili peppers? Somewhere along the line a mutation occured which turned off the spiciness in the pepper, creating the sweet pepper. Both kinds of peppers were being cultivated in the Americas for thousands of years before they travelled around the globe.</p>
<p>The chili pepper (and sweet pepper) explosion all started back in the early 1500&#8217;s, the beginning of the Age of Exploration. When European ships sailed to the Americas (Peru, Mexico, Brazil etc.) they brought new discoveries back to Europe. These included potatoes, tobacco, tomatoes, corn, and chocolate!  Among these new commodities were peppers. The Portuguese are said to have first brought peppers back from the Americas.  </p>
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<p>Chili peppers first traveled from the Iberian Peninsula around the coast of Africa.</p>
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<p><em>The Travel of Chilis around the World by Cyrus Kirkman</em></p>
<p>Anyway, chilis went around Africa to India and then – BOOM! At that time everyone wanted to trade with India, so when chili peppers got there they spread all over. They spread to China and Thailand to the Middle East and Eastern Europe. The chili peppers went through Bulgaria to get to Hungary when the Ottoman Turks ruled much of Eastern Europe. Traders brought them to Tunisia in Northern Africa (it would be hard to bring them through the Sahara). Within 50 years of their arrival in Spain, they were being cultivated in kitchen gardens all over the world.</p>
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<p>Chili peppers actually first spread throughout Europe as an ornamental houseplant; they are quite nice looking. In Bulgaria I saw three different colors of chili peppers on one small plant; they looked like lights on a Christmas tree. They were purple, red, and yellow. However, in Bulgaria today chili peppers and sweet peppers are included in almost every traditional dish that I&#8217;ve tasted so far. In Bulgarian outdoor markets, I&#8217;ve seen stalls overflowing with peppers of all colors, shapes, and sizes. About half of the produce here is peppers.</p>
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<p>In the cuisine of every country we&#8217;ve visited, chili peppers were included. We&#8217;ve learned how to make lots of chili dishes. From stuffed peppers in Peru to harissa (a spicy chili paste) in Tunisia. We saw colorful, dried chili peppers hanging from stallsin Tunisian souks (markets), similar to the ristras we hang back in Santa Fe. We smelled the overpowering aroma of Peruvian chili peppers simmering in water and vinegar (to reduce their heat).  We bought fish and shrimp in a smelly Brazilian seafood market to make moqueca, a spicy seafood stew (see our photo below).  We roasted Spanish padrón peppers on the grill and sprinkled them with sea salt. We bought many Bulgarian pepper seeds to plant when we get home. I can still remember the smells, noises and sights. In Turkey, India, Thailand, and Vietnam (the countries we are going to next) chili peppers will be in many traditional dishes. Here are some recipes we&#8217;ve tried in the places we’ve been to so far&#8230;</p>
<p align="center"><strong>Peruvian stuffed peppers</strong></p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Brazilian Moqueca (seafoodstew) above.</strong></p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Tunisian Harissa Sauce</strong></p>
<p>10 dried whole red spicy chilis, stems and seeds removed<br />
2 Tablespoons olive oil<br />
5 cloves garlic<br />
1 teaspoon ground cumin<br />
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon<br />
1 teaspoon ground coriander<br />
1 teaspoon ground caraway<br />
Water</p>
<p>Cover the chilis with hot water and let them sit for 15 minutes until they soften. Place the chilisand remaining ingredients in a blender and puree until smooth using the chili water to thin it. The sauce should have the consistency of a thick paste. Serve with bread and mayonnaise. In Tunisia, they topped harissa with canned tuna and olives, but I prefer to keep those off.</p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Bulgarian Stuffed Peppers</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Bulgarian Pork Kapama</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Ingredients for 6 servings:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1 kg pork</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">6 Tb. oil</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2 onions</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> 1 carrot</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1/2 celery</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">4-5 dried red peppers</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2-3 tomatoes (fresh or canned)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1 ts. red pepper (paprika)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1 ts. ground black pepper</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1 Tb. chopped parsley</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> salt</p>
<p>1. Cut up meat in large pieces. Boil in salted water, stirring with a wooden spoon until the liquid is evaporated. Then add 3 Tb. oil.</p>
<p>2. Fry meat, stirring all the time.</p>
<p>3. In oil, lightly brown consecutively and transfer to casserole dish: finely chopped onion, diced carrot, diced celery, chopped red peppers (blanched and skin peeled off), and tomatoes (skinned and coarsely grated).</p>
<p>4. Season with red and black pepper, chopped parsley and salt to taste.</p>
<p>5. Cover with warm water, add 3 Tb.oil and cover with lid (or aluminum foil).</p>
<p>6. Bake in a moderate oven. Take the casserole out every 15 minutes and stir. Cook for 2  to 2.5 hours, then serve warm.</p>
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<p>Chili peppers are a great food. They can put a little spice in your dish, substitute for black pepper, lift your spirits, reduce spoilage of food and much more. They are almost everywhere, and in a certain way they have taken over the world.</p>
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<p align="center">Moss and grass grow between the cracks in the sidewalks</p>
<p align="center">Crunch, I step on an empty green aluminum can</p>
<p align="center">A bright reflection of the gold dome of a church blinds me for a moment</p>
<p align="center">A gold M, a McDonald’s sign, stands on top of a ten-story building – a big gray block</p>
<p align="center">Tangled gray TV and telephone lines along the cracked plaster of a wall</p>
<p align="center">A parade of beeping cars with streamers stops at a red light, coming from a wedding</p>
<p align="center">The ground vibrates as an electric trolley rumbles by</p>
<p align="center">Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-dum, a car tire driving over black cobblestones</p>
<p align="center">Screech! A fan belt slips</p>
<p align="center">A white plastic bag whips around in the wind in a trash-filled empty lot</p>
<p align="center">Drip-drop, drip –drop, drip-drop, raindrops ripple puddles in a stone-lined pond then it begins to pour</p>
<p align="center">In the rain, people funnel underground to emerge on the other side of the street</p>
<p align="center">CAESARS CASINO a sign says, a man dressed as a Roman soldier, his spear points towards storm clouds</p>
<p align="center">The rain water seeps into my clothes like a sponge, and I run for cover into a grove of chestnut trees </p>
<p align="center"> By Cyrus</p>
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<p align="center">The violin sounds like the mosquito buzzing in my ear at night</p>
<p align="center">A gray haired man plays classical music on the subway stairs</p>
<p align="center">On the steps of a church an old woman sells flowers in plastic cups</p>
<p align="center">In a park a German shepherd runs “S”s in the grass, chasing a stick</p>
<p align="center">A black statue of a dancer stands inside of a fountain full of chestnut leaves and</p>
<p align="center">Above her 15 pigeons perch on a wire</p>
<p align="center">Passing through a parking lot I smell car exhaust</p>
<p align="center">Vroom! Vroom! A car drives fast and screeches around the corner</p>
<p align="center">Rabbits in a cage on the sidewalk with children’s fingers poking inside</p>
<p align="center">Plastic elephants in the window stare out at me</p>
<p align="center">Black leather high-heeled boots, 300 Lev</p>
<p align="center">Flakey pastry polygons in a bakery window</p>
<p align="center">The smell of fresh bread floats into the air</p>
<p>By Bella</p>
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