Anecdote reentry ahead under the auspices of thunder, definitely!
Long before blocking refineries (it is best to telecommute right now if possible!) last one day, out of a first visit to Rennes very bad time, I'm stuck in a traffic jam on a river bank with two lanes, as I have another appointment in Nantes a few hours later I decided to use this time to speculate and find out my route in downtown Nantes. I leave my plan guide Blay orange used those who refuse to let soften neurons using a GPS that can send you over a cliff for most observant believers and technology, if not delivered Updated regularly! I prefer to control my fate myself, and then the sense of direction is a muscle that does not wear that if you do not use it.
I immerse myself in my journey thus spreading throughout the cabin plan format my tent! I spot my street near the Quai de la Fosse and well put me in mind, I stabylobosse green fluorescent Herminier the Commander. Satisfied, I raise my head and turned to my left, irresistibly drawn by my neighbor like me hanging around in his bubble car. Indeed, this explains it, he stares at me for a while with the air of a beaten dog, droopy eyes , dismayed, shocked, looks absolutely sorry. For me? What is it? I have something on your nose? A bubo on his forehead? I'm done for the green Stabylo FUO
everywhere? A glance in the rearview mirror reassures me, I have my normal head everyday.
What he has then the gentleman? While asking myself, I realize that my plan is spread over my lap and my driving, and he literally envelops its hardback with wholesale and debt securities on an orange background is supported prominently on my glass! While we are in RENNES. Noooo! No way! I can not imagine (I threw it again a peek) he thinks I'm wrong CITY? For him, I'd be in Rennes while seeking my journey on a map of Nantes? Given its head in any case, it is plausible. I decided to reinforce the belief, since I definitely evil spirit: I pretend to look in the alphabetical list of streets, returned the plan several times and playing the exasperated, throws on the passenger seat. But the cap begins to subside, we move to the traffic light where the roads to me and my fellow motorist involuntary and poor image of the spatial orientation of women, will forever separate.
In any case, I'll do as the ethologists: trying to repeat the experience. Any scientist will tell you, it must be rigorous. At next trip, equipped with different cards, I plan to consult the map MARSEILLE Segre (6400 inhabitants) and London to Le Mans! Let's see. I'll let you know.
Nota Bene for those who believe that climb up trees to find their way from farm to return to the hunt - which involves agility, strength and sense of direction-would be a function and male faculty: 1) There is absolutely no evidence, no income being in good enough condition to testify, that women did not hunt the mammoth and strip for them by using reference points for to return home; 2) I found in the work of Carol Adams Sexual Politics of Meat, I read them right now, thinking of Alice Walker (author of The Color Purple) evoking the possibility that women would not have felt the need to hunt because they ate something ! However, back in the forest harvesting involves the same sense of direction back in the hunt! A dig, then, and caution about jumping to conclusions, And 3) Anyway, it surely has not escaped you that nowadays, the mammoth mall is signposted the next roundabout!
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