On the edge of a black hole in space, time stops. If we move away after a few minutes, a million years might have elapsed in the rest of the universe. I know what you're thinking, and it sounds crazy to me as well. There must be lots of mad scientists roaming around avoiding captivity.
Working in a large organisation must be quite depressing at times. Just think - whenever a famous person dies, someone at Wikipedia has to change all the verbs into the past tense. While fighting back tears, if they admired the deceased. Is there such a publication as Who Was Who?
I once ate dinner in a restaurant called Chez David - where else? - in a market town in southern France called Castelnaudary, famous for a rich slow-cooked casserole known as cassoulet, of which it claims to be the world capital.
Someone once gave me a useful piece of advice about art. "When you see a Picasso painting of a woman with eyes on both sides of her nose, you know it's a fake."
It was a young woman who started it. She began to dance 'fervently' in a street in Strasbourg in France, and before anyone knew it, a group of other young women had joined in.
Part 3. In my books on tourism potentials in the Algarve and the whole of Portugal, I mentioned religious tourism as something with great profit, to come. In the book RESSURGIR, on my chapter about the FUTURE OF TOURISM, I repeated it.
Most vaccines are developed to prevent disease, but medical researchers, like dress designers, are never satisfied with last year's fashions. Their holy grail at present is the creation of therapeutic vaccines to treat illnesses after we have contracted them. Could a future vaccine cure my bagpipe-playing? Or make Frank Ifield's 'Lovesick Blues' a thing of the past, like his yodelling? (But not Frank - he'll be 85 by the time you read this.)
I once gave blood in France, in the town of Nancy in Lorraine, or was it two other women, I can't remember. I was also sweating blood at the time, as part of a language course which required me to spend a year in France becoming fluent in its language. That was the theory, anyway. Rather than a tour of restaurants and vineyards.
