<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:10:54.933+02:00</updated><category term='Gönenç KURPINAR'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Gabija Vaitkeviciute'/><category term='The strict teacher'/><category term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><category term='My real life'/><category term='April 8th-2008'/><category term='rehearsals'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='BEREN YILDIRIM'/><category term='Maximilian Szyprowski'/><category term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category term='Lithuania'/><category term='The Day of European Languages'/><category term='Marcus Bartsch'/><category term='poster'/><category term='Home is the most beautiful place'/><category term='Pavlos'/><category term='The Competition'/><category term='islet'/><category term='ASLI ÜLKÜ'/><category term='An L.A. story'/><category term='The poor girl'/><category term='Journey to the future'/><category term='Berkay KANDEMİR'/><category term='Samanta Guleviciute'/><category term='Bartolomeo Guidara'/><category term='Lithuanian group of students'/><category term='8B'/><category term='Arianna Spyrou'/><category term='Gian-Luca Martino'/><category term='Gamze Temelci'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='project meeting session'/><category term='performance'/><category term='Valentini Toumbari'/><category term='Angela Mitsi'/><category term='Dominik Schupp'/><category term='Sebla Gedik'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Gintarė Mickevičiūtė'/><category term='Constantina Boziou'/><category term='Von Buket Merkan'/><category term='future'/><category term='Ali Pasha'/><category term='A forbidden love'/><category term='Manuel Luque Serrano'/><category term='Jennifer Poppek'/><category term='Kaunas'/><category term='Goda Barilaite'/><category term='Ezgi ÖZEN'/><category term='Voicethread'/><category term='LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL'/><category term='workshop'/><category term='Paraskevi – Spiridoula Gousiou'/><category term='Love and fight'/><category term='Nov.-Dec. 2007'/><category term='Nic Hammerbeck'/><category term='LoFrien + NdsVe→Love+Friends'/><category term='Maria Priska'/><category term='Vicky Siatoufi'/><category term='planting a tree'/><category term='The broken time machine'/><category term='Kristina Garmute'/><category term='school'/><category term='record'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='nia'/><category term='YOU MUST TAKE CARE OF ME'/><category term='Pınar Ege TATSALOĞLU'/><category term='Ümit Celik'/><category term='Egle Zerinaite'/><category term='MY SCHOOL YEARS'/><category term='Otilija Pajaujytė'/><category term='Marvin Ruprecht'/><category term='&quot;The desk of Rock&quot;'/><category term='project'/><category term='Marvin Czichy'/><category term='love'/><category term='A class'/><category term='The big alcohol problem'/><category term='Kristina Garmutė'/><category term='ECEM ÇOKAN'/><category term='Tim Blomberg'/><category term='The wish'/><category term='Urla'/><category term='Tryin&apos; to fly'/><category term='SPARKLING STARS *'/><category term='BORA ÖZALTUN'/><category term='Lisa Harms'/><category term='About our project'/><category term='Antanas Puzas'/><category term='Nadine Exner'/><category term='Gintare Mickeviciute'/><category term='Dangerous chemistry'/><category term='project meeting'/><category term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category term='Mehmet TELLİOĞLU'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Greece'/><category term='Velbert'/><category term='tell us about your experience'/><category term='Aggellika – Maria Champsa'/><category term='Ulaş ÇALLAK'/><category term='Özel Izmir Bilge Ata Okullari'/><category term='CHRISTMAS EVE'/><category term='Olivia Kosciuk'/><category term='Charleen Thiele'/><category term='Malte Kilzer'/><category term='Lamprini Gesouli'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Timo Zündorf'/><category term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category term='Arianna'/><category term='Natalia Zikou'/><category term='Vinith Sanmugarajah'/><category term='Jasmin Burk'/><category term='The Tyler’s – a terrible holiday'/><category term='Velbert map'/><category term='A Love between Friends'/><category term='The Leaders'/><category term='Saule Ratkute'/><category term='classmates'/><category term='Ntina Mpoziou'/><category term='opening ceremony'/><category term='Parga'/><category term='Ioannina'/><category term='S.A.D.'/><category term='THE HISTORY  PROJECT'/><category term='Friends in İZMİR'/><category term='Serdar Gümüs'/><category term='Linda Unverricht'/><category term='Trakai'/><category term='Vilnius'/><category term='Benjamin Hackenberg'/><category term='lake'/><category term='Staging me/Staging you(th)'/><category term='8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon'/><category term='&quot;I want to have some friends&quot;'/><category term='first'/><category term='final product'/><category term='book'/><category term='September 20-27 2008'/><category term='“The desk of Rock”'/><category term='final report'/><category term='PROBLEMS IN THE FAMILY'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='Viktorija Kazlauskaite'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='last song'/><category term='Holiday camp'/><category term='slideshow'/><category term='play'/><category term='Philipp Leopold'/><category term='A dis-joint family'/><category term='Abdelkarim Ifrassen'/><category term='Ayberk ÇELİK'/><category term='Korina Pappa'/><category term='Has anybody seen Europe?'/><title type='text'>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project</title><subtitle type='html'>A Life Long Learning/Comenius Project</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-2934725269386876940</id><published>2009-07-25T20:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:22:37.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>Our project has been implemented successfully! This is the end of our project. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; our friendship built all these two years keeps on! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We hope we 'll meet again in the future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks and hugs to Susanne Wollschläger (coordinator of the project), Hildegard Schroeter-Spilethoff,  to the Big Chief of the ITC tribe (specially:-)), Mrs. Silvia Nubel, principal, and to all other teachers from Germany, to Daiva Barkauskiene and all Daivas,  Mrs. Dalia Valintėlienė, principal, and all teachers from Lithuania,  to Hayat Bahceler (coordinator for the 2nd year for the Turkish school), Sibel Cokan (coordinator for the 1st year for the Turkish school), Nuray Demir and Mrs. Seyda Kaya, principal, from Turkey, to Maria Tsougla (coordinator for the Greek school) , Angela Stoukidou, Katerina Santamouri, Irini Vartzioti, Niki Zouki, Eugenia Benekou, Georgia Tamvakou, Pavlos Kalantzis and to Mr. Christos Tzaladimas, principal,  from Greece.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to all students from all schools ! Our effort had no meaning without them.  To the all play writers, actors, technicians. We hope we  built  a friendship between them, and gave them an unforgettable experience for life. We, the teachers, will never forget them!&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks from our heart to all, who helped us for the successful implementation of this project!&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to all who accompanied us all these two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Good luck to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stergios Nastopoulos,&lt;br /&gt;Ioannina,&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personal web page: &lt;a href="http://physics8th.ning.com/"&gt;http://physics8th.ning.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2934725269386876940?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2934725269386876940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=2934725269386876940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2934725269386876940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2934725269386876940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1908728436084456980</id><published>2009-07-25T20:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:23:50.732+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final report'/><title type='text'>Project final report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Project Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project “Staging me - staging you(th)” allowed students to deal with every day youth issues through writing and performing plays. In the first year they dealt with the topics family, friends and school , in the 2nd year with the theme “future” . The plays were produced in lessons and clubs in each respective country and written and performed in English. Three drama workshops and one project meeting for planning at the beginning were held. In the first two workshops in Greece and Lithuania plays about the topics of the first year were performed. The last workshop in Germany presented plays about the future. Each play was performed by 4 to 11 students. All the plays and reports about other events could and can be read on the website of the project. The plays were filmed and other film material from the workshops was documented on DVDs. Lots of students built up personal contact beyond the project meetings that was lived through chats, emails and personal visits. The project involved students and teachers of different years and from different subjects as well as parents and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The main aims of your Partnership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main aims of this project were to write, act, and publish plays based on topics of the everyday life of young people. The products were to be presented on a shared website and performed in a drama workshops. The intended documentation of the project included films and a printed version in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other aims of the project were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to create personal contact between students from different countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to develop ability to work in a team, to respect the work of others, to feel empathy (they have to understand how others feel, why they behave the way they do when they play a character in a play that is culturally far away from their own experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to learn about other cultures, about every day life of young people in these countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· develop the acceptance of differences and help eliminate potential prejudices, to challenge preconceptions, stereotypes and xenophobia by wherever possible actively engaging parents and the local community in activities and through links with other related institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to develop language improvement (To improve pupils’ language skills by using materials specifically developed by the project staff), pupils build-up their writing, reading, listening and speaking skills in foreign languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to initiate process of self-reflection at a time when young people try to find their identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to raise the students’ creative potential (writing and acting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to develop self-confidence and stronger personalities through the success as a writer and actor / actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Communication and cooperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was used throughout the project, i.e. as language for the plays and as the language of communication at the meetings and in email communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally the project was based on a very close and frequent communication of all partners throughout the two years via email and at personal meetings. This guaranteed a very intensive and immediate exchange about everything that concerned the project. The fact that most aims of the partnership were achieved and even an additional workshop was held proves that the cooperation worked and the team managed to find agreement even at times when they were problems and differing views and wishes. Each country was willing to take responsibilities and tasks and to pursue the common goals that the project as a whole was based on.&lt;br /&gt;Since only four of the seven countries that handed in an application for the partnership were finally granted the permission to take part by their national agencies, the project needed some fundamental changes in its organisation and the planning, especially for the times and the locations of the workshops. Agreeing on these changes was not always easy, as very understandably each country was very interested in hosting an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Evaluation and monitoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monitoring and evaluation of the project were mainly carried out through evaluation sessions at the project meetings and through regular exchange by emails. There feedback was exchanged about the students´ and other people´s appreciation of the project and its events. The website offered the possibility for all participants to write comments on the plays and thereby evaluate the quality of the contribution. It also gave everyone the chance to comment on the website itself or the project as a whole and to voice the personal experience with our Comenius project in a chat or a voice-thread. Within the national teams meetings were held by teachers, students and parents to discuss experiences and use these insights to develop and shape the next steps in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main conclusion was that the whole project could be considered a huge success and an unforgettable experience for all those who got involved, especially those who travelled. Over the two years the project became more and more popular with the students and more and more of them wanted to be part of it. It became clear that the workshops were the heart and soul of this project and the best, most efficient and lasting way to further the aims of the project. This is one reason why one more workshop than planned was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other – yet minor – consequences included the following: At an early stage of the problem it became obvious that the original idea to vote for the best plays, to use this as the basis for choosing them for the performances and to perform plays written in other countries could not be carried out. The enormous difference in age of the students in the four countries made it impossible to compare or to identify with material produced by much older or much younger students. It was decided that the choice of the plays for the drama workshops was given into the hands of each Comenius team and it was limited to a play from their own production since it turned out that these plays were more compatible with the needs that come with a stage performance and those that arise from other material or financial restrictions. The original plan to perform one play together in the last workshop turned out to be unrealistic after the experience from the first workshops. Again the age difference but also the problem of writing a play of such an enormous scope made the international Comenius team change its plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that and with regard to the online voting we had planned it seemed more important to show positive appreciation of the students´ efforts rather than discriminate with regards to the quality. Therefore comments replaced voting.&lt;br /&gt;Another conclusion concerned the topics. At the first meeting and in the first months it became clear that the strict separation into periods of three to four months for one topic could not be held since holidays and exam dates in each country differed too much. For the last year the decision was made to focus on one topic since the time between the second workshop in Lithuania and the last one in Germany was too short to write about more than one topic, especially since it was an important one for the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inter-cultural dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-cultural dialogue was achieved through the exchange of plays all readable on a joint website and the workshops where young people from different cultures gave an impression of their youth culture, their ways of thinking and of seeing the world. Many free time activities that were part of the official programme or spontaneously carried out together helped to find a deeper insight into the other cultures and to forge bonds between the young people. At school level many classes got the chance to welcome foreign students in their lessons and find out more about the other cultures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1908728436084456980?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1908728436084456980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=1908728436084456980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1908728436084456980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1908728436084456980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-final-report.html' title='Project final report'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-6543582529412350763</id><published>2009-07-19T20:58:00.027+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:32:28.717+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final product'/><title type='text'>Our videos: Final product</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workshop in  Ioannina, Greece, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="380" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Greece_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="380" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Greece_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original video page:&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file):&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008/Greece.avi"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008/Greece.avi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workshop in Kaunas, Lithuania, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="380" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Kaunas_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="380" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Kaunas_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original video page:&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file):&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008/Kaunas.avi"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008/Kaunas.avi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workshop in Velbert, Germany, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="380" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Velbert2009_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="380" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':['format=Thumbnail?.jpg',{'autoPlay':false,'url':'Velbert2009_512kb.mp4'}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009/','scaling':'fit','provider':'h264streaming'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':true,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true}},'h264streaming':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.pseudostreaming-3.2.1.swf'}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original video page:&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file):&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009/Velbert2009.avi"&gt;http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009/Velbert2009.avi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6543582529412350763?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6543582529412350763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=6543582529412350763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6543582529412350763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6543582529412350763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-videos-final-product.html' title='Our videos: Final product'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7645209786267593221</id><published>2009-06-17T20:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:40:58.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opening ceremony'/><title type='text'>A video of the workshop in Germany by the Greek Comenius team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia700405.us.archive.org/1/items/StagingMeStagingYouthProject/germany.wmv"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPaTJaJobog/TVMzrJdoNBI/AAAAAAAABcM/y5UVnJng150/s400/germ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7645209786267593221?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7645209786267593221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7645209786267593221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7645209786267593221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7645209786267593221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-of-workshop-in-germany-by-greek.html' title='A video of the workshop in Germany by the Greek Comenius team'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPaTJaJobog/TVMzrJdoNBI/AAAAAAAABcM/y5UVnJng150/s72-c/germ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-175850509390022415</id><published>2009-06-06T20:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:58:15.266+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>The Turkish team in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-08.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791353078792&amp;amp;site=widget-08.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p1/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p2/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/m/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p4/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-175850509390022415?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/175850509390022415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=175850509390022415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/175850509390022415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/175850509390022415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/turkish-team-in-germany.html' title='The Turkish team in Germany'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1590670215685690776</id><published>2009-05-13T14:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:39:44.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavlos'/><title type='text'>Pavlos in Germany (Velbert, April 27th-May 3rd, 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791352738814&amp;amp;site=widget-fe.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p1/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p2/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/m/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p4/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Pavlos Kalantzis of the Greek Comenius team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1590670215685690776?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1590670215685690776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=1590670215685690776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1590670215685690776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1590670215685690776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/pavlos-in-germany-velbert-april-27th.html' title='Pavlos in Germany (Velbert, April 27th-May 3rd, 2009)'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3226460489308844770</id><published>2009-05-10T10:25:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:04:23.089+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>The performance of the German play "Wedding plans" and more..., as it was published in the German school site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.slideroll.com/player.php?s=gz8xj1kr" id="slideshow" base="http://www.slideroll.com" width="360" height="280" wmode="transparent" salign="tl" scale="noscale" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideroll.com"&gt;Create a Free Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3226460489308844770?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3226460489308844770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3226460489308844770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3226460489308844770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3226460489308844770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/performance-of-german-play-wedding-and.html' title='The performance of the German play &quot;Wedding plans&quot; and more..., as it was published in the German school site'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3929962868328766148</id><published>2009-05-10T10:18:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:12:00.709+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opening ceremony'/><title type='text'>The opening ceremony as it was published in the German school site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.slideroll.com/player.php?s=11eyevrh" id="slideshow" base="http://www.slideroll.com" width="360" height="280" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" salign="tl" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideroll.com"&gt;Create a Free Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3929962868328766148?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3929962868328766148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3929962868328766148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3929962868328766148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3929962868328766148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/opening-ceremony-as-published-in-german.html' title='The opening ceremony as it was published in the German school site'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-258840353607099776</id><published>2009-05-10T09:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:12:07.150+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>More photos from the best photo-reporter, Daiva:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIyGTu3uI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gOY2o-GIMkA/s1600-h/Pictureee+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIyGTu3uI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gOY2o-GIMkA/s400/Pictureee+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101202935144162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxjCFGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tPXi1w3eJmc/s1600-h/Pictureee+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxjCFGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tPXi1w3eJmc/s400/Pictureee+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101193465862722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lithuanian students and some Germans too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxBgASJI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uimBnsdH0M8/s1600-h/Pictureee+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxBgASJI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uimBnsdH0M8/s400/Pictureee+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101184464570514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Turkish girls:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIwqVBCDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wvOA06_v-7U/s1600-h/Pictureee+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIwqVBCDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wvOA06_v-7U/s400/Pictureee+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101178244466738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Greek boys and girl:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHfRAI85I/AAAAAAAAA98/HVVpQ66QUeg/s1600-h/Pictureee+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHfRAI85I/AAAAAAAAA98/HVVpQ66QUeg/s400/Pictureee+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099779876615058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeyReH4I/AAAAAAAAA90/YqzwJYisbeQ/s1600-h/Pictureee+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeyReH4I/AAAAAAAAA90/YqzwJYisbeQ/s400/Pictureee+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099771627806594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeOJqhwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcix3l7K2g0/s1600-h/Pictureee+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeOJqhwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcix3l7K2g0/s400/Pictureee+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099761931388674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHdgJlsfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OSjnCBk-RvM/s1600-h/Pictureee+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHdgJlsfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OSjnCBk-RvM/s400/Pictureee+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099749583041010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Opening ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDz1sFVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vKyxWGcT1o4/s1600-h/Pictureee+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDz1sFVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vKyxWGcT1o4/s400/Pictureee+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098208680056146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDk9-lbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5PQ0E2YIy8A/s1600-h/Pictureee+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDk9-lbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5PQ0E2YIy8A/s400/Pictureee+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098204688291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the German classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDZdnN9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/dMzC0NyLARs/s1600-h/Pictureee+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDZdnN9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/dMzC0NyLARs/s400/Pictureee+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098201599752146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lithuanian students before(?) the rehearsal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDP_fIrI/AAAAAAAAA88/bIK82XCOTvc/s1600-h/Pictureee+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDP_fIrI/AAAAAAAAA88/bIK82XCOTvc/s400/Pictureee+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334098199057474226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chatting a little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-258840353607099776?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/258840353607099776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=258840353607099776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/258840353607099776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/258840353607099776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-photos-from-best-photo-reporter.html' title='More photos from the best photo-reporter, Daiva:-)'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIyGTu3uI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gOY2o-GIMkA/s72-c/Pictureee+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1472300176844386984</id><published>2009-05-04T21:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:48:01.413+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The first photos from Velbert just arrived...</title><content type='html'>from Daiva. It seems that she is the best photo-reporter of all in our team:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9Cw9ajBnI/AAAAAAAAA80/xi5hjO5JNU8/s1600-h/Pictureee+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9Cw9ajBnI/AAAAAAAAA80/xi5hjO5JNU8/s400/Pictureee+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332053892717020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lithuanian team in Velbert. Congratulations, kids:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwhaZdyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2d5ViBu2WCI/s1600-h/Pictureee+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwhaZdyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2d5ViBu2WCI/s400/Pictureee+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332053885200201506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful team is (from left to right) the Lithuanian (a part of it), Pavlos the Great, the Turkish team and the rest of the Greek team. Obviously the photographer is the Lithuanian headmaster, isn't she, Daiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwYdUNYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fZHaL8GPgak/s1600-h/Pictureee+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwYdUNYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fZHaL8GPgak/s400/Pictureee+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332053882796520834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two headmasters, the Greek and Lithuanian, thinking the work they have to do when they come back to their schools:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwPoW1bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PS4XmiIn04k/s1600-h/Pictureee+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwPoW1bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PS4XmiIn04k/s400/Pictureee+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332053880426911154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.2 of the German school. Susanne. But she will be no. 1 as a future mother:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1472300176844386984?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1472300176844386984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=1472300176844386984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1472300176844386984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1472300176844386984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-photos-from-velbert-just-arrived.html' title='The first photos from Velbert just arrived...'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9Cw9ajBnI/AAAAAAAAA80/xi5hjO5JNU8/s72-c/Pictureee+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7505750144762843334</id><published>2009-04-27T14:07:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:56:55.322+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 27th-May 3rd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>THE FINAL PROJECT WORKSHOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWo14neC_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/otCSqH9zh0I/s1600-h/12007282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWo14neC_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/otCSqH9zh0I/s400/12007282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329351377747315698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Velbert church clock tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Photo by Stathis Hionidis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of the final project workshop just arrived! It will take held in &lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt;RSK Velbert&lt;/a&gt; -Germany from April 27th to May 3rd. We 'll perform 4 plays from each participating country, that is:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wedding plans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; from RSK-Velbert&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/has-anybody-seen-europe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Has anybody seen Europe?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from the 8th General Lyceum of Ioannina-Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-future.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey to the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school-Lithuania&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-project.html"&gt;The History  Project&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Özel Izmir Bilge Ata Okullari-Turkey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All are ready to perform before the German audience. Moreover, other activities will take held as visits to the sightseeing of Velbert and the nearby cities, lessons attendance at school, even a pick  nick at a nearby lake. The whole project meeting program is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWnZlIB8hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oZ3GUiv2Wlc/s1600-h/programm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWnZlIB8hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oZ3GUiv2Wlc/s400/programm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329349791967212050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More information in German and a photo album from the opening ceremony&lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7505750144762843334?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7505750144762843334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7505750144762843334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7505750144762843334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7505750144762843334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-project-workshop.html' title='THE FINAL PROJECT WORKSHOP'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWo14neC_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/otCSqH9zh0I/s72-c/12007282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1529425724730123700</id><published>2009-03-24T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:56:48.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell us about your experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voicethread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Make a comment with Voicethread about our project</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzc3MzA1MzgyMzQmcHQ9MTIzNzczMDU*MzY3MSZwPTIwNjQyMSZkPWI*MDgyODMmZz*yJnQ9Jm89OWQ2OTllMzFmYmU3NDc3YzhiODI3NTM1MmU1OWMyYWQ=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://voicethread.com/book.swf?b=408283"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://voicethread.com/book.swf?b=408283" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a comment about your experience from your participation in this project. You can write a small text or record your voice with your computer mic. It's easy. Just register giving your e-mail and choose a password. You can upload a photo of you or a sign (avatar) representing you. Then click on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt;".  Finally, write your text or start talking to your mic.  Your comments will included in our final book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1529425724730123700?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1529425724730123700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=1529425724730123700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1529425724730123700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1529425724730123700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-comment-about-your-experience-from.html' title='Make a comment with Voicethread about our project'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7529651544020228320</id><published>2009-03-24T12:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:55:13.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gian-Luca Martino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Von Buket Merkan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><title type='text'>Wedding plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wedding plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It´s Sunday morning. Sina, Lisa and   Mona are sitting in the living room of their shared flat. They are lying on the couch drinking coffee. The night before they have been told that their flat mates Jonas and Ayse are getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina:            I still can´t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:         Shocking, isn´t it?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:            They haven´t known each other for more than two months.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:         Three.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:             Two or three. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Mona:         Getting married at the age of twenty-one. What a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:            They must be joking.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:             When I woke up this morning I thought I had dreamt it all.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:         No, I am afraid not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sina, Lisa and  Mona are looking at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina:             This is a real threat to our flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They  start laughing. They stop laughing suddenly and look at each other again seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona:     I can´t believe  it. Five months ago Jonas was crying over his separation from Jacky.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    After a two week relationship, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:     Yeah, and he was telling us how awful women are.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    And that he never wanted to get into a relationship with anyone again.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:     And then Ayse moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don´t notice that Alex has come in. He is wearing a football outfit and  is listening and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina:     And now it´s all: Yes, Sweetie, can I get you another coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Sure darling, you´re the star in my universe.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:     You´re so cute.&lt;br /&gt;All:    Yuk.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:    Very funny. Great to have you as friends. Have you finished making fun of them?&lt;br /&gt;Sina:     Whoops, have you been here for long?&lt;br /&gt;Mona:    Who cares. We´re right. The idea is absolutely stupid. Don´t you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     It doesn´t matter what I think. It´s their life not yours or mine.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Good morning. Is their any coffee left? Ayse would like to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Sina and Mona look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:             I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:         I´ll come with you.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:            Me too.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They leave the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex and Jonas are in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         What was that about?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     Nothing important. They just don´t understand why you are getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    Why not. She´s the love of my life. We are meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     Sure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He looks at his watch)&lt;/span&gt;, Oh time to play football. The great love of my life. And it used to be yours too. Before you met Ayse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex leaves with his sports bag. Jonas sits alone on the couch for a moment. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drinks some coffee and switches on the TV. Ayse comes in. He gets up with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start. She sits next to him and takes his coffee and has a sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Yuk. There is no sugar in it, sweetie. You know how sweet I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Sorry darling. I´ll get you some sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas stands up and gets some sugar. She follows him and gets this dreamy look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Jonas. I’m so excited and I’m dying to become your wife.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            How many people should we invite to our wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Just a few people who are really close to us.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            I would like to invite about 200 people.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         What?????&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             There are many people who are close to me, close to us.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         But it will cost too much money.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:    Oh Jonas, but it’s my wedding and everything must be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Your wedding. I thought it was our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Sorry, honey. Our wedding. Did I tell you my friend Jazzy wants to help to organize our wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Really??&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Are we going to the airport to fetch her?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Sweetie, I told you. No, she´s taking a taxi. And by the way she may arrive any minute. Get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Sure I will get dressed for your little rich friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     . I want her to see how wonderful you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bell rings. Ayse runs to the door and we hear both girls scream. Both girls come in. A taxi driver carries two suitcases and a bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Jazzy. It´s so wonderful you are here. So much happened while you were in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy sits down on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     America is great. But it´s so good to be back home. Oh, by the way. I brought you a…&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             We are getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy doesn´t respond.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse :             Jonas and me, we are getting married. Isn´t that great news?&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     I can´t believe it. I´m gone for a year and you find the man of your dreams. And now you are even marrying him. That´s so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     You must help me to plan everything. And course you will be my brides maid.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     Oh, Ayse, that will be the wedding of the year. Trust me. I have lots of ideas and contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Like in a Hollywood movie.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         No better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Oh, here´s my Brad Pitt.      &lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Hi, you must be Jazzy. I am Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             My Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The light fades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex is back. Jazzy and Jonas are having something to eat. Ayse is in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Hey Alex. How was the game?&lt;br /&gt;Alex :             Don´t ask. I hate football. They kicked our butts.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Don´t worry, mate. When you lose in a game, you win in love. Oh, by the way, this is Jazzy.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         Hi. Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(from the kitchen)&lt;/span&gt;: Sweetie, I can´t find the champagne. &lt;br /&gt;Alex:            Champagne, wow. Posh.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:            Yes, like the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     Ok, a bit too posh to my mind. And too expensive. After all you  are both students.  I thought a wedding in a small church would be the very best for you - and for your bank account. You rent a little restaurant and that´s it.&lt;br /&gt;Don´t invite too many people. Just your parents and friends. Nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights change.  Jonas and Ayse quickly take some costume that suggests that they are having their wedding day. Jazzy, Alex, Sina and Mona are there. One of them takes pictures. Ayse´s younger brother Kevin rides his scooter with tins that rattle and a sign “Just married” as in American films. Alex opens a can of beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             Here´s to you.&lt;br /&gt;All of them:         Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The light changes back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Hey mate. You know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             You can´t be serious. It´s not a cheap party. It´s our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         All right. I would say you´re going to take the biggest church&lt;br /&gt;          in town. And you should rent a trendy club and invite                     many important people, let everyone join in your joy.&lt;br /&gt;           It might  be a bit expensive, but it´s going to be an                     unforgettable event in your whole life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The light changes.  Ayse wears a veil and Jonas a top hat. There are lots of people on the stage. They throw rose petals and many people have a bottle of champagne in their hand. The wedding march is played. And then music changes to disco music and the light change too. The guests dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The light changes back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Oh that sounds great. We will invite everyone we                     know. Me  in white and you in black,  Jonas. The preacher will             marry us and we will celebrate a big event.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         But that´s not us, sweetie. This is not Hollywood, it´s our life.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             If you really love me, you will do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Alex            Jonas, my friend, I think you ´ve got a big problem there.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Are you calling me a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:             Hey, guys, cool down. Let´s wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazzy nudges Alex and gestures him to follow her. They both leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Sweetie, I really love Jazzy´s plan. And it´s really important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Well, I think Alex´s suggestion  is more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;I mean we don´t have so much money in our pocket. And his idea is suitable.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     But, the issue is I´ve always dreamed of having a great and big wedding. You´re so unromantic…&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Hey, that´s not fair. It´s not about romance. It´s just kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     How dare you call my ideas kitsch. I only want our best.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         It´s not the best for me. And you don´t care.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             What? You bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse runs out of the room. Dramatic music is played. Jonas stays on the sofa. He is shocked and speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he next morning. The scene changes between the living room where the women are sitting and Jonas´ room where he is playing darts with Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         And what did you talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Did you argue with him? I mean what happened after we had left?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Yes we argued. He called my plans kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:            What, how dare he? Oh my goodness, tell me what did you talk             about? I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     He said that I don´t care about him. He´s so unromantic. That´s what I told him.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both are silent for a moment. Meanwhile Mona and Lisa come in. Jazzy hugs Ayse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scene changes to Alex and Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             So what did your girl think about my advice? I mean about the             small wedding party. I guess she didn´t like it much.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Let´s put it that way. She wasn´t really over the moon with your             suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             Why not, I can´t understand that. Nobody minds paying less money. And if you break up at least you haven´t ruined     yourself financially.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         So this is what you really think. That we  aren´t going to make it             together anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             Look, I am your friend. I wish you happiness. But let´s face it. You             hardly know each other. It may all end in a disaster if you get                 married now. Give yourself more time.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    Nice thinking by a friend. Don´t worry. We will be okay. And maybe I should give her the wedding she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scene changes back to Ayse and Jazzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     Don´t worry, baby. In the end he will do what you want. That´s  what always happens. Men do what we want.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona:     Interesting point of view. Good morning you two. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To Jazzy)&lt;/span&gt; Hi, I am Mona. One of Ayse´s flatmates.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Hi, I´m Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:    Hi, I am Jazzy. Nice to meet you two. Ayse was just telling me about her fight with Jonas last night. They fought about their wedding plans.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     Jazzy. That´s not for everyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     But Ayse, don´t worry. They will understand you, too. They are girls like us. They want a big wedding bash too.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:    Not exactly. Ayse, it´s the beginning of your future with this guy and you already argue with him. I mean you´re just 19 years old and he´s just 21. You should really see if a wedding is the right thing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:    So what? If it´s their big love. My parents have been married for 24 years now. And my mum got married when she was 18.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Ayse, you are not like her mum. You have been together for 3 months and you have just moved in with each other. Are you really sure that you aren´t too young to make such a big decision for your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scene changes back to Jonas and Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:            Ok, ok, I just spoke my mind. That´s typical. She is already making             you do what she wants. Man, what happened to the free guy I used             to know?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         He became an adult.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     Well he became stupid and forgot how to live. I mean you didn´t become adult, you´re just 21 and don´t you think it could be too early for your wedding. This girl will destroy your whole future. First she tells you how the wedding has to be. Next time she tells you where you should work and then she will tell you what you should eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scenes changes to Ayse and the other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     But I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:    It´s fine to love him. But why marry him now?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:    Because... because.. I love him and I want a big wedding and...&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:    What is wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Mona:            I don´t know if that´s the way it should go. You have no money             anyway. You are both students and your parents aren´t rich. Plus,             you don´t really know each other and there is so much you wanted             to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:            Yeah, that´s right. Remember what we wanted to do after                 university.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            But I can still do that when I am married.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:        Ayse, you are so young and so is he. That´s all we are saying. Who             knows how you two will develop. Maybe he wants you to have                 children soon. Maybe he wants you not to work.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             That´s so unfair. He´s not like that.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:            How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            I know. We want to spend our life together. And everything will be             perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         And there will be a perfect wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Yes, even if you don´t want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:        Come one, Mona, let´s go. There is no use talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scene changes to Alex and Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    I can´t believe what you are saying.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:     Shit, I am sorry. But I only mean well. Don´t want to see you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    Yeah. Okay. I know. Let´s have a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:            Ok, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The both leave the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse is sitting in the living room. She ´s  alone. She looks sad after the conversation with the others. Her mobile phone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Amy:            Hi Ayse. It´s me.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Oh hi, Amy.&lt;br /&gt;Amy:            I just talked to Mona. She said you´re getting married. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Yes, we´re...&lt;br /&gt;Amy:            Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She hangs up. Ayse can´t believe it. She looks at her mobile phone when the phone rings again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Gülcan:        Hi, sweetie. I can´t believe what I have just heard. That´s so, so, so...&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Gülcan:        No, so unbelievable. So brave. Well, good luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse is even more shocked and is getting angry and then the phone rings again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Amy:            Don´t tell me you are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Why?&lt;br /&gt;Amy:            Why else would you want to get married at the age of 19?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Oh, leave me alone. All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse hangs up. The phone rings again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           (furious)&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it is true. Yes, I am getting married. And no, I´m not             pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;A man:        Madam?  (Pause) This is  Matt Johnson from Media Market. The             laptop computer you ordered is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse starts sobbing and the lights go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas and Alex walk along the street. They meet Tim and Marvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin:         Hey, coach. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Hi,  guys. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Tim:            Great, coach. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Great, guys. How´s the team?&lt;br /&gt;Marvin:         Not so great since you left. You were the best coach in the whole             world. Last week we lost 4:1.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            No?!&lt;br /&gt;Tim:            We´re lousy without you.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin:        Why are you still here. Didn´t you want to travel in Australia for a             year?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Yeah. I changed my mind. Something else happened.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:             He met Ayse.&lt;br /&gt;Tim:            And you gave up Australia for her?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin:        Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Thanks for your honesty, guys.&lt;br /&gt;Tim:             You´re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin:        Would you like to kick with us? You old men against the young             stars of tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas looks at Alex. He nods his head.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Sure, why not. I haven´t kicked a ball for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They play together. Jonas fools around like a child. He is obviously very happy to play again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse and Jonas are sitting together in their living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:     You know I´ve talked to Jazzy and she still thinks we should have a big wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Hm, Alex still believes that we shouldn´t spend all that money. He             said I should live my life first. You know, have hobbies, go abroad.             He fears you might destroy my whole  future.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             How can he say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Hey, I told him I believe in us.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:    How can your friend say something like that? He´s not allowed to say such a thing. He hardly knows me.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    Calm down. I don´t think that you will destroy my future because I want to spend my future with you. But I would like to do a few other things with my life, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             Such as...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            Play football again. Coach a team. Maybe go to England. Or to            America for some months. And you know, you had  dreams                 too. What happened to them?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            Nothing. But I believe that you are more important now.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:            I think that you are important, too. But...&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:            But not important enough.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:         Holy shit, Ayse. Calm down. What do the others think?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:    I don´t care. I want a big wedding or no wedding at all.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Are you threatening?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             No, all I am saying is..&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:    I´m fed up. (He shouts)  It´s enough.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:             What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Decide what you want. Me and a small wedding or no man at all.&lt;br /&gt;          I´m  fed up with your childish Hollywood dreams.  Decide what you             really want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( He screams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Jonas leaves the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse, Jazzy, Sina and Lisa are sitting in the living-room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     Ladies, we need to talk and act. Ayse is deeply unhappy. She thinks that         Jonas is perhaps not the right guy. That´s ridiculous.  They love each         other. We have to mediate.     We have to save their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:         Jazzy, don´t you get it? It´s not about the wedding anymore. It´s about         their relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:     It´s for them to decide and we shouldn´t have interfered right from the         start.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:         What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Sina:        We should have stayed out of it. All these ideas of a posh wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Or our doubts about the wedding. That was not helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Mona:        Alex was right. It´s their life. Not ours.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:        But he interfered too.&lt;br /&gt;Sina:         That´s true.&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy:     I only wanted to help as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Us too. But we didn´t really help, did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse comes in. She looks very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Hi.&lt;br /&gt;All:         Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:         Where is Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    No idea. He went out, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        I have to talk to him. I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas and Alex come back home. They look slightly drunk but happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Hi, where have you been. It´s late.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       (smiles)&lt;/span&gt; I went to a pub. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Oh Jonas, I am so sorry. I was stupid. I have realized that. If you want a         small wedding that´s okay. Really. I am happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Ayse, it´s too late.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:         Too late? What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     It´s over.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Over. You mean our wedding plans.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Hell no. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona:        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to the others)&lt;/span&gt; I think we better go.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:    Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The others  leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        But why?  We don´t have to get married now. We can wait some months.         Maybe a year.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Ayse, I played football with some of the kids. And I love it. I went to the         pub and met     Jacky. And she reminded me of how much I wanted to go to         Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        You met Jacky?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        It´s not what you think. Nothing happened. It´s just that I remembered         what I wanted to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        You bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        You´re not getting what I am trying to say.  I love you but ... but not             enough to give up my dreams now.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:         Go away. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        I´m sorry. I will go now. I´ll get my stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It´s a year and a half later. Jonas and Ayse bump into each other in the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Hey, Ayse.  What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They feel a bit awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Still a bit tired. I came back from Sydney three days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Yeah, I heard that you went there.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        I did. It was amazing. And how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        I´m fine. I am going to L.A. for two months. Jazzy and I will do a training         course there.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Great to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don´t know what to say and remain silent. Then Jonas breaks the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:     Listen. I really would like to know how you are doing. I´ve got football         practice at eight. There´s enough time for a coffee. Would you like to join         me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayse hesitates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Sure, why not. It´s good to see you again. I´ve thought a lot about you.         About us lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Well, then, let´s go and see whether there is a table in our favourite café.&lt;br /&gt;Ayse:        Like in the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:        Yes, like in the old times when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They both laugh. Ayse slips her arm around his and they walk off the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrtten by Von Buket Merkan und Gian-Luca Martino of &lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt;Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7529651544020228320?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7529651544020228320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7529651544020228320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7529651544020228320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7529651544020228320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html' title='Wedding plans'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-5271205114666257937</id><published>2009-03-21T22:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:17:15.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goda Barilaite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viktorija Kazlauskaite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gintare Mickeviciute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey to the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Journey to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey to the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lisa: 13 years old.  Studies very well, knows a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aisha: 13 years old. Funny, good, friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jonas: 14 years old. Arrogant, funny, likes to command everyone, always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alexander: 13,5 years old. Good, funny, always agrees with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mantau: the girl in the future and a classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tauman: the girl in the future and a classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;In the forest .It is getting dark. Long shadows of the kids who are walking with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; their bags.Dim  red  lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- I don‘t like walking-tours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s better that sitting with parents at home.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘d better be at home&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Stop it. Better go faster because I think that we are lost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Shouting. Angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god! It can‘t be!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(surprised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Now we‘re like in the serial ,,Lost“.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Go right because I saw that they walked that way!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you standing? Listen what Jonas just said. Let‘s go!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa :&lt;br /&gt;- Why do we have to go that way? Maybe they walked left...&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Or maybe straight? We have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Draw lots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- We won!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, you won.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Let‘s go right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- You know, it‘s getting dark. Maybe we should put a tent here and make a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas :&lt;br /&gt;- Ok girls, you go and find logs and we‘ll put tent. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha and Lisa walking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Boys ordered us to find lops while they are putting tent.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. It‘s not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(While Lisa talking, Aisha sees the skeleton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They come closer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- What a hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god! It‘s skeleton!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Let‘s run and call boys here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They run to their camp and they are very winded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Silence! I saw a dead man!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- A skeleton!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Better go faster out of this wood! I‘m so scarred!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas :&lt;br /&gt;- Coward! Ok let‘s go and see if it‘s true because I think that there‘s just something bad with their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘m not lying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(says angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, we‘re not lying!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Me and Jonas go first and walk after us.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas :&lt;br /&gt;- You see that? There is something white. I hope it‘s not skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god! It can‘t be!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I think it was very strange person.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe he‘s from future?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘d better go and make a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- See you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha goes too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- What to do with him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(shows at skeleton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What if we scare them at night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. But we better go now until it got dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They go to their camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Where is the tent?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Teacher has it.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- So where we‘ll sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Around the fire, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(All sit around the fire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Birds sounds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I heard. It‘s getting very scary.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘ll never go to walking-tours in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- You little children got scared of the bird???&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I want that the wolf bite your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Lisa laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Better don‘t joke because a wolf will come with a bear to visit us.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Let‘s sleep because in the morning we‘re going to find our friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you ordering us what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- And do you have anything better to do Mis Lisa?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- No...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Then shut up! (angry)&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, if my phone worked, I would call teacher and she would find us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Silence, everyone lies around the fire and tries to sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Plays wolf sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Now you‘re scarred.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- How to not be scarred if wolf is somewhere near us.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Someone got scarred... Aren‘t you like a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up both of you! I want to sleep! (angry)&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- What happened?(sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas walks around and can‘t sleep, Aisha gets up and walks near Jonas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Don‘t scare me!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘m sorry that I talked to you unkindly.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you so angry? I came to apologize and you‘re just shouting. (angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas doesn‘t say anything and then Aisha goes to sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas goes and takes skeleton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Alex, Lisa and Aisha stand up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha and Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Put down that skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Get up and let‘s start looking for our friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- It’s only 2 o‘clock in the morning. I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Wait. What‘s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(She shows at the skeletons hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I think it‘s some kind of... puzzle. We have to take it off the skeleton but I won‘t do this.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘d better go eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. I think we have to eat before going.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘ll be the hero and take that puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Look. There is a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- What is written here?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s like hieroglyphic.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;-  Maybe it‘s futures speech because I can understand some words.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- We have to solve the puzzle that all numbers be right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Reads slowly, like first-former)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Give us that. We‘ll solve this and you go decide what we‘ll eat.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- And clean up the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Just like always.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- It will pass half of day till they solve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They eat some chocolate and clean the camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey girls! It‘s 3 o‘clock. We have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- It’s not that easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- It will take 1 or even 3 hours till we transcribe this.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Teacher told something about that when we were driving here but I can‘t remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(thoughtful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I remember! She told that man from the future came here and left the puzzle but no one knows where it is. And only 4 people which are very different with their character and mind can solve it. If they will do it like a team.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- We have to do this together.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(All start to solve it but Jonas gets bored quickly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘m tired of this. I can‘t do this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s hopeless. Better start looking for our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Give me that. I‘ll solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Why should I give you?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘ll do it better than you.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Really?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Then catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(He throws the puzzle and everything turns dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;In a future building. The room with a table and a chest , some chairs. The screen for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;showing slides.Darkness on the stage only some spotlights on the faces of the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When they open their eyes they see that they are in the new building in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- You moron! Look what you‘ve done!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, my head. Everything is spinning around... Where are we?!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Are you ok? Are all of you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- No, we‘re not. I don‘t  know where are we. (angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas sees the window and walks near it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey guys! Look. (He is looking out the window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha runs at Jonas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Is it wrong with my head or there are flying cars???&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I think it‘s future...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Jonas, what have you done? Look what happened because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Where is puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Everyone look at Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, don‘t look at me like that! I didn‘t take it.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Look it‘s peace of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Alex takes the paper from Aisha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- There is something drawn on it.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Give me that! I always descramble things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Why do we always have to give you everything?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- And why do we always have to give you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Lisa and Jonas scuffle, shouting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Give it back!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up you fool!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas and Lisa doesn‘t hear anything and unripe the paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Look what you‘ve done!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s not my fault. You did it!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up both of you. I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- We have to lay it together and maybe then we‘ll transcribe this.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- But there have to be another missing piece because this edge is ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas, Aisha and Alex stand around the paper) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Look. There is a diamond or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- That‘s interesting. Show me that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Lisa squeezes in between Jonas and Alex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Get off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(He pushes Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- What are you doing? Are you totally stupid? I nearly unripped that paper!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Lisa calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- But he pushed me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ok. Don‘t shout:&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I don‘t care who pushed who. It‘s our last hope! Don‘t you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Who made you my mother?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(All trying to decide what to do. Suddenly Jonas sees the chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey look. There is a chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Lisa runs pushes Aisha and she falls down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Damn Lisa! It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Alex walks near Aisha and helps her to stand up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I think so...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Stop flirting with each other and come here.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- We‘re not flirting!!!(angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They comes to help friends and Alex with Jonas trying to unlock the chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s hopeless. This box is too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- We need a bar or rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha finds a rock and takes it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Is this rock ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas interrupts her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha gives him a rock and he breaks the lock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- It was hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Dry up sweat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They see a gemstone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha and Lisa talking farther)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Good souvenir to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- A half for me and half for you. We decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha comes near them and Lisa is still looking around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- No no. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas looks at Alex and he subjoins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Lisa comes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Guys... I think there is someone except us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Everyone is looking at the chest and nobody listen to Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Isn‘t there a map or something?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I looked everywhere but there is nothing more except a gemstone.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey!!! Do you hear me?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(shouting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I think there is someone except us.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you say anything?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- She said something but so quietly that only rats heard her.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Then say it because we don‘t have much time.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- I said that I heard something.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. Me and Lisa will go and look if there anyone else and you decide what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha and Lisa go to look around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Let’s look at the map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Twiddles the map)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Don‘t you know how to look at the map?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Then girls come back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you see anything?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe I heard badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha looks at the map)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Look, it‘s another diamond. You only have to go according this map and you‘ll find it.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What are you talking about? I don‘t see any other diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Aisha, are you crazy? There is only one diamond which we already have.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Probably it‘s because of knock when I pushed her.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘m okay!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(easier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Alex turns to Jonas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Do you see anything in this map?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Then look more closely and you‘ll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Better go and sleep because you going totally mad.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- I‘ll go with her and you two try to find something.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(turns to Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. I‘ll go right and you go left. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Jonas and Lisa goes to backstage, searching for something while Aisha and Alex talking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Alex, I really saw another diamond. You have to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ok. Go to sleep and I‘ll help them to search.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- No one believes me. Just like always... (sad)&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey guys! I think I found something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Aisha stands up, runs and pushes Alex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, Aisha. What happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- You always so calm. But now...&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Stop it... Better look at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Shows at the paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s missing piece of map.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Look. It‘s another diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- I told you!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ok. Better tell us where to find that diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- She needn‘t to do that because that diamond is moving.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- And it‘s coming near us!&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe there really is something except us. Better hide somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Everybody hides in the room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The light on the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Two strange girls come into the room. They are from future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They came from the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Fe, kažkokia nesąmonė. Visiškai nevykęs vakarėlis.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Jo, tikrai.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau throwing her bag.&lt;br /&gt;- O kas gi čia dabar? Skrynia praverta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Both coming to the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Kieno tai?&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Hm, nežinau.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(shouting, from the backstage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I told you that there is someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- You stupid girl!!! Now they know that we‘re here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They turn computers on their hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Did you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I did. That‘s why I changed my language.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Let‘s search the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They start moving things without touching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They find Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god. Help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;All come to the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Who are you? Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- I’m from Kaunas.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- We are from Lithuania, stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh it seems we are from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah yeah seems from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Lithuania? Kaunas?&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She takes a map from her bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Look, this is our country.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- And Kaunas is here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Shows on the map)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- lt's the same! Litwa here.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- And the same town - Kownas here.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Litwa, Kownas?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow... Kaunas in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- So how did you come here? It‘s 2294 year.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- We don't know what happened. We were lost in the forest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(thinking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Who knows what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- lt was a big bang and...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- We are here you see.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, what are your names?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Shaking hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jonas, nice to meet you. My friend Aisha, Lisa and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- And what are your names?&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- My name is Tauman. And she is Mantau.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, seems strange names.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Would you like something to drink or to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mantau brings some tubes and gives each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jonas takes a bottle from the table and tries to drink, but there is only flour inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;He spills it into the plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- OUU. What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- l want to drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mantau and Tauman come to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Calm down, we'll give you something else.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- But there's no real water.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- lt seems they drink flour.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, it's our drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They all start crying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We want home!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- We want to our school!&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- We want to find our families!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh again those crying babies.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Let's look at those instructions! We found something here.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh I know.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- What do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- That was our grand grandfather’s box. Once he travelled to the past. He promised to come back but he never did. Give me that instruction, I will try to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- So it was his skeleton and puzzle in this forest...&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- We‘ve never opened the box. lt was forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Why?&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- lt's family secret.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Give it to me. Give it, l'll try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(takes it from her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Give it to me!!! Stupid boy...&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Calm down! Let's study it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;All sit down around a paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- So it seems here is an instruction how to travel in time.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Stand all together around the diamond join, your hands and say ,,Home sweet home“ 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They do it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- lt doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Oops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Tauman:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh we need to put diamonds together first.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- But where is the second diamond.&lt;br /&gt;Mantau:&lt;br /&gt;- Here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(she takes the necklace off her neck and there is smaller diamond on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(They lay both of diamonds together on the floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Music playing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;And they all say magic words again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When they say those words fifth time, light turns out. lt's darkness again. They are in the forest again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The sun rises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- We back home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Happily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- At last.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah yeah seems at home. And lost again...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks God the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Let's look around, I think we'll find the way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Suddenly two girls from their class come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabija: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Shouting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Goda:&lt;br /&gt;- We were looking for you all night long. And you‘re making jokes here.&lt;br /&gt;Gabija:&lt;br /&gt;- At last we found you.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- You won‘t believe us! We travelled to the future.&lt;br /&gt;Goda:&lt;br /&gt;- And so we don‘t. You must have been dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Alex:&lt;br /&gt;- No no! It‘s true! We found the diamond teacher told us about.&lt;br /&gt;Gabija:&lt;br /&gt;- Ech, children stories...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- You‘re hopeless!..I think that everywhere is nice , but the place you live in is&lt;br /&gt;always the best place for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;They all start hugging and singing happily the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The lights turn slowly down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Written by Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school   (Lithuania)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Goda Barilaite 7th form, Viktorija Kazlauskaite 7th form and Gintare Mickeviciute 6th form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5271205114666257937?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5271205114666257937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=5271205114666257937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5271205114666257937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5271205114666257937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-future.html' title='Journey to the future'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-6416476537006940237</id><published>2009-03-20T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:02:12.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE HISTORY  PROJECT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><title type='text'>THE HISTORY  PROJECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HISTORY  PROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a future, our “future teens” are in anxiety because of their “History Project” about the life in Türkiye in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s watch and see how they will overcome the barriers of the research about the past. The adventurous days are waiting  for Ayşe ,Alexandras,Lisa and  Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:161;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:TR;  mso-fareast-language:TR;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Κανονικός πίνακας";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="TR"&gt;AYŞE &amp;amp; ALEXANDRAS are coming into the stage together. AYŞE is listening to her ipod and ALEXANDRAS is looking around to find their friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;" lang="TR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are sitting on the bank to wait. AYŞE is still listening to the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;they are="" sitting="" on="" bank="" e="" is="" still="" listening="" to="" the=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA: Hi guys ! I’m here, Where are the others?&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: I’m here as you see, LISA&lt;br /&gt;LISA: AYŞE, you and me. Where is JONAS?&lt;jonas is="" coming="" around="" them=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Project – History – Project! I am gonna be crazy. How can we do that?&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: We are in trouble, right?!! The Project should be a presentation about past.The culture of Türkiye in the past.&lt;br /&gt;LISA: Ohh ! Where is Türkiye?&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: It is on the Asian region.Last year ,we flew there  for a summer holiday  by a spaceship with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: I am thinking about my relatives in Türkiye. Maybe I can ask them to inform me  about their past but it takes time.I wish ,we had a time machine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dreaming about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA: Everything can be easier if there is... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dreaming about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Yeah! You are kidding I know -but maybe someone of us would have a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;LISA:  Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: Tell us JONAS who? Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Listen! My father has a time machine but he doesn’t let us even to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE &amp;amp; ALEXANDRAS &amp;amp; LISA: Really??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shocked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: How can we use it? Where is it now?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: If you promise to be silent ,we can go and take it from the saloon.The dream will  become true in my room tonight. I planned every detail, but I can’t say anything now. It is time to go to TURKIYE’s past tonight, OK?&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: OK! I’ll come to you with my new 2100 model scooter.&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: Ok!  At 12 o’clock.  See you later!&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Waiting for you tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;LISA: OK! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   2nd SCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( In Jonas’s house, all of them are looking at the time machine.They are calling it as a ‘’TIME SPEED’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayşe:Where is your time machine?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas: Sssssssshhh! My mother is sleeping! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(showing the machine to his friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All :Oh my god !  What a strange thing it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:Sssssssshh! Who wanna try it firstly?&lt;br /&gt;LISA:JONAS,it is your machine,not mine,of course you’ll try it.&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:OK! OK! Calm down! I’ll try it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(JONAS is pushing the button.As pushing it,they are going into the ‘’TIME SPEED’’. Adventurous journey  begins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      (Falling into an old house in the past,somewhere in the past………)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE:Oh my God !What date is it?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:I think,we are in 2009 .&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They are all searching the house,trying to understand where they are and which years they are  exactly in.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: Yeah,we did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE:How can you understand it?&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS:Look at this page! It says; we are in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;LISA:Oh,nooo! What a strange house.I have never seen a house like that before!&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:Heyy! Come here I’ve found something different.Look at the sky!&lt;br /&gt;LISA:Ohhhh! What a dirty air it is!&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE:Where are the trees?The green things?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:OK!This place is different from our world,our time.To understand better,let’s go around to search as groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Hey guys! I am sure that nobody could believe in me but I saw lots of interesting things that I have never seen before..&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: Yes, I saw lots of rubbish and dirt even in the sea! These are the reasons for pollution.&lt;br /&gt;LISA: And I saw lots of burglars, thieves. They steal from other people because they need money and they are poor and unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: I think, so many problems there are!...&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: yeap, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: But, we have only talked about bad things. On the other hand, there are interesting and amazing things, also.&lt;br /&gt;LISA: For example, I saw lots of things that I like. One of them is marvellous, I saw the Bosphorus of İstanbul. I have seen that excellent view of İstanbul from the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: These are most wonderful palaces which I’ve never seen before! The buildings in our time are not like that, we have only skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Which  do you mean by ‘palaces’?&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thinking)&lt;/span&gt; What was the name of these palaces, hmmm, yeap! I remember! Dolmabahçe and Topkapı Palace!&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: Good! I went to Kapalıçarşı. That place has the memorials of Seljuk and Ottoman Empire. There are a lot of  nice things. If you saw, you couldn’t believe in your eyes.  Have you ever seen Turkish hand made rugs?&lt;br /&gt;LISA: No, not yet, what do you wanna say? What is a rug?&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: I also saw them. I know that rug. People in Turkiye are sewing those rugs. It is a wool cloth that covers the floor, is a handmade. People use these rugs to prevent themselves from cold in those times.&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: I wish I would learn how to sew the rugs in an effective way! On the other hand, on TV, there is an amazing news about Turkiye. I heard that İstanbul will be the capital city of the culture all around the world in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: It is an important point about the history of Turkiye. We can add these ones to our project!&lt;br /&gt;LISA: I agree with you, but is there anything to do something different?&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: Why?&lt;br /&gt;LISA: I got bored! There was a rush hour on the road, I’m gonna crazy about the traffic in this country.&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: I couldn’t get it! Why did you say that?&lt;br /&gt;LISA: It is crowded! Like a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: Besides that, there is an unbelievable air pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA:I think,we have learnt about the History project  so , these points will be the most useful points for our project.&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE:And our teacher will like it, I am sure.Our project will be the best ! Not only we wrote about the history but also  we came here and we lived in the history.&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:Yeah ! Of course.Because of our “TIME SPEED”!&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: That’s enough,boys and the girls.I got bored…&lt;br /&gt;AYŞE: You are right. As soon as possible.Lets goto the future ! Come On !&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Okay, I am trying , I am trying , just a moment ,Oh my god !&lt;br /&gt;LISA:Whats going on ! What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: Oh my time speed ! Oh my car!&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRAS: What ,what happened while you are in a time car?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS: My “TIME SPEED” !&lt;br /&gt;All:What happened to your time car?&lt;br /&gt;JONAS:Oh I am so sorry but it isn’t working !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                Written by the Turkish Comenius Team of &lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;/they&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bilgeata.k12.tr/"&gt;Özel Izmir Bilge Ata Okullari-Turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;they are="" sitting="" on="" bank="" e="" is="" still="" listening="" to="" the=""&gt;&lt;jonas is="" coming="" around="" them=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/jonas&gt;&lt;/they&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6416476537006940237?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6416476537006940237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=6416476537006940237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6416476537006940237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6416476537006940237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-project.html' title='THE HISTORY  PROJECT'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8178752508466767209</id><published>2009-02-24T19:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:52:50.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tryin&apos; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Just good?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;With our decoration it can be a palace!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alexandros and Jonas are looking at her with doubt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well, almost!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Whatever, I still can’t believe it, can you? We forgot any limitation and we did what we wanted, it’s the first time I’ve done that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Actually you were living the life that your parents wanted you to live, it’s time to do something for yourself, don’t you think so?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Well….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Come on now, Jonas we’re talking about our future now, our life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Yes, you’re right, guys, I have to change my thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: For example, look at me, I’m a young girl who just finished school and I’m already dreaming about things I want to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Thank God that your father wanted to offer you this help, Aisha, you know, I mean money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, my dad always wants to do the best for me, even now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Even though he knows that his little princess wants to become an actress!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, he was actually shocked by this, but… Anyway he’ll survive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Whatever…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I’ve heard that there is an audition for a music play, for the cinema. I’m surprised that Lisa wasn’t interested.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Who said that? She’s already there, and this moment we’re talking now, who knows? Maybe a great career is beginning for her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Everybody is laughing and suddenly they hear a sound of fighting and voices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Or, maybe not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lisa is coming and she is holding her shoe in her hand, trying to put it on. She’s angry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Wow! Have you been fighting with cats?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Or, tigers!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Well I was ready to get into the house when a stupid thief tried to steal my bag, can you imagine? Well I guess he’ll never do this again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Poor thief!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Anyway, I can see you’re ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Definitely, you should have been there and watch me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: And, what happened with the audition?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Let me guess, you were not good enough for them, were you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Guess again. The role was for a sixty year old lady, don’t look at me like that. I was wrong, ok?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Don’t worry, Lisa, you will have another chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Yes, I hope so.&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: It’s ok, we all want to succeed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: We have almost the same dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Don’t let the others disappoint you. Look, it’s difficult for all of us. I had to get a job at a café to persuade my parents what do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Well, even I worked at two jobs it wouldn’t be enough for my parents, they wanted me to become a doctor, do all they couldn’t do and provide my kids with everything they couldn’t offer me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: That’s not true, you never had big problems with money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: I know, but I can also imagine what my parent think!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Oh, no! I forgot my camera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: What why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I promised my little brother that I would show him my new house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I wasn’t allowed to leave home, you know, my parent are a little bit different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Different! What are you talking about? It can’t be that bad!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: My Dad lives alone, spending his all day writing stories from his past, and as if that was not bad enough, my Mom, decided that she wanted to travel all over the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: I always used to say that my parents are strange, now, I can see that there are worse one!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Really? I thought that your mother didn’t speak any languages, Lisa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: She doesn’t, I have no idea how does she survives!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(Laughing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously, what are we going to do now? I mean with our life, what are we going to do for our future?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: We will follow our dreams, each one will work hard to do what he wants.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: How do we know if we did the right thing? We are just four teenagers, we left home to get a house together, as we had been planning for many years but, was it the right choice?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: We don’t know, Jonas, we just hope for the best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Oh, don’t make me cry now, come on guys, this is ridiculous! Who can make our future better than us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: You’ve right Alexandros, we have to trust ourselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Good, can we do something now, I’m so bored.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Yes, but, what? The house is not ready yet, we don’t have many choices.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: But we have a TV. Who is with me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa-Alexandros: We are…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: What about you Jonas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Well, I don’t have another choice. Let’s do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They turn on TV and they are sitting on a sofa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Not this movie, I’ve seen it seven times and I always cry at the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Neither this one. I hate TV shows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Shh… Listen what they are saying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: What is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It’s a talent show. You send them your show from your camera, and if it’s good they may give you a programme on TV.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Hey… I’ve got an idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Don’t tell me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Why don’t we make our own show!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Exactly, this is what I was afraid of!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: No! Look, we have the stars&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;(she shows herself and Aisha!) the technology ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she shows Jonas&lt;/span&gt;) and the manager (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she shows Alexandros&lt;/span&gt;) Who can compete us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: No, it’s impossible, how could we…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is interested&lt;/span&gt;) keep talking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: We were looking for a chance, well here it is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: It’s not a chance, we can’t do this, you always think than everything is that easy, well, it’s not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Come on Jonas, forget all this and be more, open-minded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Ok, then! And what are you going to do with your show?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I don’t know yet, but I’ll find something, as I always do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: You think that you’re the center of the world, but you’re just a girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Listen……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Hey, guys, are we going to fight now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Alexandros is right, whatever we do, we should be together, or we’re already lost.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: But, listen to what he is saying he doesn’t want me to succeed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: It’s not true, I’m just asking you to be more down to earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: No…..I don’t want to be like you, I don’t want to be….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: A loser? That’s what I’m for you?! Well, threes no reason for me being here anymore.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is leaving&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Jonas, where are you going? Lisa!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: What? I didn’t do anything bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: He shouldn’t be that sensitive! I mean, he is not a little boy anymore, he needs to be more mature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I guess he’ll be soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: What are you, two talking about? He’s our best friend, we can’t leave him!!! He will be alone, he will get crazy!!! We should find him and you, Lisa, have to say sorry!!!! To him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Jonas knows I didn’t mean that .Don’t worry, he will come back sooner or later, and by the way, why don’t we stop talking about him? We were talking about the show, remember?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Yes, I’m sure he won’t go for away!!! Let’s plan about this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: But, do we have even one possibility to win? There will be thousands of talented people there!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: More talented than me? I don’t think so!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Seriously!!! What kind of show are we going to make?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Something about music!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I prefer dancing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I would say a show for kids!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Perfect, each one wants something different!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: So, it would be better if each of us makes what he likes and then we will decide which one is the best&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Ok, your idea, so you can start first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Ok, then! Lights on, music!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[He is dancing “sound of the song: You can’t touch this “CRAZY FROG (this one)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For about a second)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Well, I don’t think it’s exactly what we need, next one please.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: You are the next one!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Me, why always me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I’m keeping the best for the end!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Ok then! DJ, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;music please. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sound: the song “Last Xmas”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(After 2 seconds)&lt;/span&gt; Wrong song, I said wrong!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Sound: the song I “II survive (ABBA)] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She doesn’t sing herself, we hear the song from the singer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After 2 seconds&lt;/span&gt;) Oh, no, why are you doing this to us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Ok, listen to me, I thing I’ve got the best idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Hello, guys, it’s a TV show! Who would watch a show for children?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Come on Lisa, let’s listen to her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Can I start?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Go on!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Right. Dear, children, now, I’m going to tell you the story of Cinderella. Once up on a time there was a little girl with a red dress. She wanted to go to a party but her mother told her to be back before it gets 12 o‘clock or the bad wolf would eat her. But in the party she met a prince and she forgot what…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Jonas was right! We will never win.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: No, we will not prove we are wrong. I can do it on my own. You were never able to understand me, I’m bored of you, guys. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s leaving&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Perfect! Now Lisa is gone too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Alex, I want to tell you something, now we are alone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Is it something serious? Or, it’s something personal you know!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No it is not what you imagine just, Lisa has been a little bit strange for the last two weeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Since we decided to live here in this house?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Yes, Alex, she is really different, she doesn’t care about anything else but herself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: What makes you say that? I mean, Lisa always had a different way to dream about the future, but, she’s not bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, not bad, but if you could see her with my eyes, you would understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Understand what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well, in the morning I heard her speaking with Jonas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: It’s not something unusual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Listen! I thing Jonas is in love with Lisa, and he tried to tell her about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You mean… No! It can’t be possible, he is my best friend, he would say this to me if it was true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Alex, you know Jonas, he’s shy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: But he never said something about a girl. Imagine, Lisa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: He just couldn’t control his feelings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: But…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Hey, will you let me tell you what I’ve heard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Yes, tell me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I was in my bedroom, so I couldn’t hear well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I’m sure you’re wrong!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: But I was near enough to hear Jonas saying Lisa makes him see life different and imagine the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: And what did Lisa say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: She said that he was lying, Jonas, was angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: So, that’s why he had a fight with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Exactly, but you haven’t heard the best!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: About Lisa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, I know why she forgot about Jonas, she has got a boyfriend, and guess what, he is an actor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You mean, Lisa, is going to become an actress because of her new boyfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: That’s it. She will become famous, and she will do what her parents told her not to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Do you think that she does everything to be independent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I’m sure about this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; And what can we do about it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: We can call Jonas to ask him, and then we can call Lisa to find out what’s going on between them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Ok, but first we have to go to the theatre. We have lessons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, I almost forgot all about that. Let’s go (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are leaving&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound: the song: stepping stone-Duffy when she is speaking alone&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lisa is coming in the room holding books, she is sitting on the sofa&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is writing something in the book&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Perfect, I had a fight with my best friends, I came back and now everybody is gone. And all I wanted was to follow my fortune, I’m not like all the others, I feel it, I’m different, I’m born to succeed. Am I asking for too much? Now, everybody is angry with me, maybe they are kind of right, but I’m asking from my friends to help me, to trust me. I’m sure I’m just asking for a chance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights on her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas is getting in the room, but he is sitting on a chair almost in front of the sofa and he doesn’t see Lisa. They’ve supposed to be in different rooms&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights on him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound: song: They Unforgiven 2…Metallica&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: I’m here, I’m still alone, my best friends are angry with me, I’ve argued with Lisa. But, they have never asked what I wanted to do, I always do what the other people want me to do,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always forget my feelings to make them happy, I’m just asking for a chance, a chance to show everyone who I am and what I deserve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa and Jonas are leaving the stage at the same time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexandros is coming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I had a feeling that nobody would be here. I just hopes that Jonas or Lisa would be back, but, they’re not. I wonder where are they? Maybe they’re back with their families. That must be! Where else could they have gone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisha is coming&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: yes, unfortunately. I’m worried about Lisa and Jonas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Alex, you are too sensitive today, what has happened to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: No I’m not, I just…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Hey, you should be happy now, you did something very good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Yes, I didn’t expect to be accepted at the theatre team of this year. Really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Neither did I.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: But I really want it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Who wouldn’t? It’s great chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You’re not jealous! Are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, of course not! I’m happy for you, I wish, ok, I am jealous, I can’t stop thinking about this! I’ve been planning about this job for months and you were just there!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You mean, I didn’t try at all!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, not as much as I did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Well, maybe you should start thinking about something, called natural talent!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: What are you talking about? You didn’t even want to become an actor, as I do!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: People change Aisha! We both tried, I won, why is this so bad for you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, Alex it’s not this, it’s just, everything in my life is getting bad, and I’m starting losing my faith in me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Don’t ever say that again. If you have a problem with my new job, I can forget it, I would really do, if I knew you would feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Thanks Alex. You’re so kind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugging him or holding his hands&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: We’re best friends, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Right!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking at his watch&lt;/span&gt;) Look at the time. I’ve rehearsals. See you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Good luck!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is sitting on the sofa, reading a book, after two minutes Lisa is coming&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Oh, you’re here, hi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Hi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Wow! What happened? Did I do something bad for you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: For me, no!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Then why…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: How could you do this to Jonas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Do what!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Stop this, ok? I know what you’ve done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Aisha, I don’t know what are &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you talking about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I’m sure you don’t know! I’m talking about this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Oh, you mean…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, I mean everything you said to Jonas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: But I didn’t say something bad, I just told him that he would always be always a good friend for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Friend! All these things happened in the same house where we all live and you left us just about TV shows?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Aisha, what happened to you? Why you are speaking to me like this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I thought we were friends, and you keep so many secrets room me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: You mean Jonas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I mean, your new boyfriend, the actor, I know about this!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Where did you hear that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It doesn’t matter, the point is that you didn’t tell me anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I was afraid, ok? You would say I do this just because I want to be an actress, you would say everything you’re saying now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: So, you really like him, right? That’s why do I have to apologize about everything I do in my life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It’s not this, I’m just bored of you Lisa, you forget your friends, you fight with Jonas, you want to be famous and rich and you have some other friends, you see, we’re not enough for you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Stop it. At least I didn’t hurt anyone?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Ok then. We shouldn’t be friends anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: That’s what I would say, my new friends remind me every day how special I am, but you always used to bring me down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Do whatever you want, but do it somewhere else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: That’s what I’m going to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: But you should know, if someday your new friends disappear, we will be here for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Don’t be so good to me, I know you envy me and you always hated me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s leaving&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Oh my God! I wish everything was different. If only we could be happy all together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Don’t worry Aisha, everything is going to be ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother knows that the guys have left. She told me that I’m stupid I’m staying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: What are you saying? Are you afraid of the future?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, I’m just trying to be smart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: We said we could try to succeed whatever we do, whatever would happen.Don’t you forget that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: No, but, can’t you see? Lisa and Jonas are gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Nobody knows what they are doing now? Where are they?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Oh, I know about Lisa. She was here flue minutes ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You mean, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you spoke to her?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well actually we had a fight again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: This is our fault! We are doing exactly what we shouldn’t do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It wasn’t me fault, she was lying, she made me get angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Sometimes you should go a step back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: She didn’t deny anything, when I told her I had everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: How could she?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Sometimes it’s impossible to forget something bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: What is happening to us? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Alex, we’re talking about our best friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: If you work hard realize that it’s not that difficulty to find new friends, new choices, a big chance! You just need faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I miss our past. We were all together and we were so happy about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Will we ever stop talking about the same things!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Don’t be angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I’m not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I’ll forget Lisa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: It’s just…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; Don’t worry, after this I don’t think she will come here again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I can’t see the time winning this competition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well, it’s not just a competition it’s a life style.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Whatever. I have missed Lisa and Jonas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, me too, but it was their choice to leave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: My father called me and he asked about you, and the guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: What did he ask?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: How we are, if I have money, you know parents, there like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Yes, I know every parent except mine.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros: I lied to him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: What do you mean? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I couldn’t tell him the truth, he would never trust me again when I want to do something on my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Wake up Alex, you’re not a child anymore, you don’t need to ask your parents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: It’s me Aisha, we both know we would never do this without parents! Help.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m right!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: I guess why!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Look, they’re going to announce the winner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros : The winner, oh my God, look at this boy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It’s Jonas!!??!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: No, it can’t be Jonas, he hates TV shows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: It’s him, listen, he says that he’s sorry because he left his friends, he is talking about us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Yes, I suppose he missed us too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: I’m sure he did, but we can’t find him now, he would say we just CAE about his new job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Jonas, I would never have believed, if I hadn’t seen it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Now, I know!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: You know, what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: That even we should have some dreams we shouldn’t forget that we are still young, and everything is possible for us now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Sometimes it’s too late when we realize the right thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: But not always!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven years later&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisha, Alexandros, and Lisa are staying in the same living room, celebrating for their success&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Who would ever imagine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Yes, after all, I found you again guys!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Can you realize it? We have become stars and everything is different now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well, I knew it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Really!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Thank God, everything is finally perfect. And you, Aisha, I can’t believe you are a teacher at a nursery school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Well, I suppose the stage is not for me. And you are a fashion designer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Yes, I always loved fashion. And what about you, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alex? You’re traveled all over the world with your new job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: A pilot right? It must be amazing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Alexandros: Yes it is!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I wish Jonas was here to celebrate with us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody is knocking on the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: I’m going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She opens the door&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: I hope I’m not late for the party.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Lisa: Jonas, it’s never late for you, big star!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Aisha: Where have you been all these years?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Jonas: Well…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Speaking but we can’t hear him, we hear: sound: song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written by Maria Priska of  B2 class of the 8th General Lyceum of Ioannina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; 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	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Persons: Alexandros, Aisha, Jonas, Lisa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This story begins in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. Our star, Alexandros is 16 years old. Aisha is 16 too and she is Alexandros’ girlfriend. They met while Alexandros was on a vacation trip in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. Aisha now lives in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her family. It is June, holidays are approaching day after day and the two kids are sitting at a park near their neighbourhood enjoying the first days of summer. Suddenly they see a shooting star and make a wish. Alexandros not knowing what to wish for he wished he had the chance to see himself into the future! Then, without a warning a strobilus draws away the two teenagers and they found them selves lying at an apartment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Aisha? Aisha?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you ok? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Panicked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: err…I guess… What has happened? What is this place? How… where the hell are we?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alexandros goes near her and helps her stand up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: I am ok! OK!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: How did we get here? The last thing I remember is us sitting at the park when we saw that star falling! Hey! Now wait a second!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: What is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: You remember that star, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yeah…go on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: You told me to make a wish…and… no, no… this is going to sound crazy…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Crazier than the fact that we are some kind of transported here without even knowing how? I don’t think so! So speak up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Yeah… I sort of make a wish to see myself in the future…But I didn’t really mean it …I just didn’t know what else to wish for!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Couldn’t you wish for a good grade in history? We are taking our exams in two days! That’s what I wished for!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Riiight!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the ideal wish for me! (Sarcastic)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Anyway…well? Where is your future self? I can’t see anyone else in this hideous apartment!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Hey! Now that you mentioned it! This apartment reminds me of something!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: And what is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh! I know! This looks exactly like my uncle Mark’s apartment! Only the furniture is different!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Do you at least know where this apartment is?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was living&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;there when I was 7 or something…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So? Where is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros and Aisha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: You’re joking! Right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: I wish I were..!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Ok…so…we’re in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;! Any idea about which year it is?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: I didn’t wish for a particular year…just future!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: There must be a calendar around here!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Oh! Here we go! There are some documents on that table! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Goes and picks them up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah! There’s a date on it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Looks stunned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: There’s nothing else to surprise me most! What is it? 2020?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worse…2028!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Ok…so you must be 36 years old now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Oh! No! I really don’t wanna see how I look in my 36!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Well, you know what they say! Be careful of what you wish for!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Aisha? Can I make a question?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: yeah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: What if I am an old guy with no hair and I work as… in a bank? Would you still wanna be with me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aisha’s phone rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: err…Hold that thought! Don’t forget it! Would you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Answers the phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yes? Mom? I am fine yes…where am I? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Looks at Alexandros)&lt;/span&gt; you know…hanging out with Alex…yes, mom! With Alex! Would I be late? I don’t think so…I am losing you! Can’t hear you well! Bye! Kisses!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Poor mom! She must be really worried!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yeah! Don’t you think we should be worried about us first? At least she is at her home in 2009 and not in 2030!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: 2028!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Oh! Right! Thanks for the correction darling! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Don’t you hear something?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone’s coming!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Well? What shall we do now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: I don’t know…let’s just wait!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One woman enters the stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Aaaaaa! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Screams)&lt;/span&gt; Jonas? Jonas? Two kids are in our apartment!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas enters the stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: What is it Lisa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas sees Alexandros and Aisha and he looks stunned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: This…this…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Are you ok, Jonas? Do you know them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: This can’t just happen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: What’s the matter?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: This is me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Excuse me? Honey are you ok? Do you need a glass of water?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: No…it’s ok…I’ll explain everything later!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: If there is anything to explain..!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Oh my god! Is this Aisha? Gosh! Long time no see! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tries to hug her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Get off me you freak!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Don’t you touch her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Calm down! I am you! You are me! What can I do to prove it to you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Tell me something that nobody else knows!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Well…that’s easy! Remember at your cousin’s wedding when you were really young and you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Ok! You can stop there! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Hey! That’s not fair! I wanna hear what you did! Tell me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Actually, this would embarrass me too because we are talking about the same person! So I’d rather stop there!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: You have never talked to me about that either!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: That’s not fair at all! Anyway…sorry for calling you a freak before…I had no idea you were Alexandros!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: So this is me! I am ok…except from the clothes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Now that you mentioned it! This is my future boyfriend! You asked me before if I would still wanna be with you! So…yeah! I would!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Hey! You waited to see me first and then you answered!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: err…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Future boyfriend? Jonas? What is she talking about? What is everybody talking about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Who is she really?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Why does she call you Jonas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Ook! These are too many questions! I’ll explain! Lisa…I know this sounds crazy but this is me in my 16! And Alex… your life has changed a lot since you were 16!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Good changes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Sort of…when you grew up, you became a successful businessman!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Me? A businessman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Yes! And in fact the biggest!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Good times..!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: What happened?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Well some people tried to take your money and they turned the Greek police against you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Sounds like a movie so far!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: I like it! Go on!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Well at the same time Uncle Mark died and left you this apartment…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Uncle Mark died? Oh, man!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Don’t worry Alex...he is still alive in our reality!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Yeah…after this event you started calling him more often and you’ve also visited him many times!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So…that’s why he left me this apartment…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Most probably! But where was I? Oh! Yes! You were forced to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; and change your life! You stayed here with your new name -Jonas- and enough money to live all your life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: All this sounds great! But who is she???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Yeah…right…I forgot..! Jonas, Aisha this is my fiancée Lisa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Your WHAT? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Looks at Alexandros) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Don’t look at me! He is engaged to her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: It’s the same thing actually!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Well, it seems that you wouldn’t like to be with me in the future! (Scowls)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: What? Oh come on now! She’s not even my type!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Not you’re type?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Lisa, I was different in my 16!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: I can always change the future right? Just because I saw it now it doesn’t mean that this is how it is going to be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yeah! Who knows! Maybe in a different future I can manage to be your girlfriend!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Dream on girl! I am the one wearing the ring now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Alex I’ll hit her! Hold me!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Come on girls! Calm down! Let’s change the subject…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alex: Wait…how exactly did we break up?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: I don’t know! But I am glad you did!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aisha rolls her eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Well…I remember that exactly after you returned in 2009…you broke up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: But why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Isn’t it obvious? I must be with Jonas eventually!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Whatever!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: I think you just accepted this future! Aisha suggested you break up and you agreed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Sounds weird!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Not to me! Now if you excuse me I’ve got to use the restroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Take your time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lisa leaves the stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: So! Tell me! In which part of my life are you now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Our life you mean!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Oh yeah right! So?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: It is June right now…exams period! I’m taking my history exam in two days! By the way, do you remember the subjects? I have only read…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: You have only read Civil War 2! I know! Of course it is not in! You haven’t studied 200 pages at least!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Damn it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: I know! I remember I wanted to finish this game in play station! I couldn’t read anything!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Tell me about it! Do I ever get to finish this game?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: You’ll get bored of it after a bit!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Too bad! I liked this game too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: What about my exams? I’ll pass…right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Don’t worry! You will! And with a really good grade actually!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Cool!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: What about me? Do you remember anything?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: We weren’t together then but I remember you had the best grade in the whole class!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: No way! Really?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Yes! And well done to you! We weren’t talking then because of the break up so I never had the chance to say bravo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Wow! Thanks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lisa comes into the room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Still here? Would you like something to drink? I am so rude!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: No! We’re fine! Thanks anyway!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: How can we leave really?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: It is easy! The only thing to do is close your eyes and wish to get back in 2009!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: Finally! It was about time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Wow! This is the first time we agree!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lisa: And the last I suppose!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jonas: Yeah…any last words?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Just one thing! Dude… you really should change your clothes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas looks at himself strangely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Honestly!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Anyway! See you in the future myself! You too Lisa I guess!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Or not!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aisha and Alexandros stand in the middle of the stage and they close their eyes. The lights are off and in the next scene the two kids are in Alexandros’ room, they lie on the floor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Home sweet home!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Well! That was fun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Haha! Yeah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: It is still early! What about going to cinema? There is a really cool movie on!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: …Wait… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Confused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: What’s wrong?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: According to Jonas you are supposed to break up with me now…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yeah… I know! But I don’t want to! Do you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alex: No! Of course not! But what made you change your mind?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: You know, I thought that we might be able to change the future …just because he said we'd broke up…it doesn’t mean we absolutely have to!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Your know what? You’re right! I am not gonna let this crazy event change my life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: That’s right! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Aisha?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Yeah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Thanks…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: Come on! I couldn’t let you make up with Lisa! In case you haven’t noticed I didn’t really like her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Yeah! Haha! I noticed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aisha: So cinema?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Alexandros: Cinema it is!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They both leave the stage holding hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Narrator: Alex and Aisha stayed together and actually got married! Alex managed to finish his game in play station with a bit of help from Aisha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;(After their graduation, Aisha studied drama where she became a famous actress and Alexandros studied direction where he wrote and directed all of Aisha’s movies! Alexandros, as an artist is best known with the nickname Jonas! Uncle Mark did leave him his apartment and this is where they decided to live!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, this story shows us that no matter who we are or where we live, we can always define our future with our own decisions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written by Natalia Zikou of the A1 class of &lt;a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/"&gt;the 8th General Lyceum of Ioannina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3660477394082430425?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3660477394082430425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3660477394082430425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3660477394082430425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3660477394082430425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish.html' title='The Wish'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1686318113344557056</id><published>2009-02-03T19:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:13:47.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamprini Gesouli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Has anybody seen Europe?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon'/><title type='text'>Has anybody seen Europe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Has anybody seen Europe?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A scene filled with rubbish… The region of “city’s leftovers” an area where all leftovers of the world are gathered… Ragmen work there so as to make ends meet… So do the heroes of the play… Let’s see, then, what they want to present us without knowing many things about them and the plot of the play…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(At the “city’s leftovers”, Elizabeth and Aishe...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Aishe -Too much rubbish today, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Yes, indeed&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – I would like to know where they find so many things and throw them!&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Aaah, what do you think? All those people are like us, who from the dawn until the      evening we go from a rubbish bin to another!...&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Yes, but… Do all people have so much money for all these things and especially nowadays when there are wars?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Why? When did the wars stop? There have always been wars every time for different reasons. For oil, water…&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – And you, how do you know about the past?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Aah, Aishe, my dear, when I was little, I used to go to school for a short time however, when my mother was living……. (A little pause) And so I learnt some things.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – How lucky you are!&lt;br /&gt;(She sits down on a rock)&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – You knew your mother and you went to school, but I…&lt;br /&gt;Liza – But you… What?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – I never knew my parents. They didn’t love me, didn’t want me… For that reason, they gave me to a miserable orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stunned)&lt;/span&gt; You have never told us that you lived in an orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – I know, but, I didn’t want to tell you anything about it&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Why?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Because I…&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Because you… what?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Because… all the people there shouted at us, beat us and in general… There were wars, both outside and inside, too. For that, I… ran away from there… hoping that I will find a better life.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shaking her head unable to believe all this)&lt;/span&gt; Aaaah, this world, today…! Wars come and go! Men, women children babies are killed every day…Aaah, this world doesn’t think of us… even… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Turning to the audience)&lt;/span&gt; even these children who survive, even those who escape from their country in order to find a better life here…here for God’s mercy… at the “City’s leftovers”, here where all countries empty leftovers. (A little pause)&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Aaah, poor and foolish world!&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She looks at Elizabeth and she doesn’t speak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She turns to Aishe)&lt;/span&gt; so, are you sad because you didn’t go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Yes&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Don’t worry, I know that school is very important but…. For ages it hasn’t offered the right education. Even when I used to go to school. For that reason, don’t’ worry. Do you know what you should learn nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – No. What?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – The sense of your life. This is the most important thing which you should learn. To learn about life and its traps. To think “why did it happen?” and to wonder if life wanted it. This is the most significant thing… but nobody has managed to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – A few years ago I thought that I had learnt the sense of my life but now…. I think I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – I don’t understand you.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry…are you any better now?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Yes&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Ok. Then, stand up, let’s get on with our work. Let’s go! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aishe stands up and they continue to work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(After a short time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Good morning! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Liza - Fine and you? Why are you late today? Did you work overtime at the “lying in bed” industry?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Ha ha ha…Every day with your jokes! You like teasing me all the time, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – That’s it!&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Why do you look so worried?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Because, I want to tell you something important…&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Aishe – What? What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Don’t worry, girls, it isn’t serious.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Then tell us, what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Tonight, I had a peculiar dream, a very peculiar dream.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – What?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – It was a voice which was telling me continually that today will be a special day not only for me but also for you…&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Why?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Because, we will find something important and of big value…&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – And what is that which we will find?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – I don’t know but,… it may be a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Ha ha ha…&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Why are you laughing?                 &lt;br /&gt;Aishe – And do you believe in dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – It’s easy. Look around you. Do you believe that you could ever find a treasure? Here?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – You never know!&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She continues to laugh and she goes away from the scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – And you? Do you believe in dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Of course I do. For me, dreams are always a warning about something.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – And if this is impossible to happen? Even  then?&lt;br /&gt;Liza –  Even then. All dreams are impossible to happen until the moment that they come true. You must have faith!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Why?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Thank you. (He goes away from the scene; however Liza continues to look inside the pile of the rubbish… Some time later, she finds a baby’s torso and she starts to cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She kneels keeping the baby’s torso in her hands, and she starts to sing……)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – …………….&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( She is singing an old  Greek song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A man enters the scene but Liza doesn’t understand him and she continues to sing…… The man doesn’t annoy her)&lt;br /&gt;Liza –  …………….&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( She continues singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The man approaches her and he kneels next to her… Having stopped the song, she turns to him frightened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man – How is it that a rag woman has such a great voice?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – It’s because I want to express my pain through singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Liza turns to him, and looks at him straight into his eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – How is it that so well – dressed a man wanders here? In a rubbish place?&lt;br /&gt;Man – It’s because he has to survive, forgetting to change the clothes of the previous job.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – And why do you look for a way to survive here?&lt;br /&gt;Man – Because here is the only place where a fired man could be helped so as to live.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – You, such a charming young man, you got fired?&lt;br /&gt;Man – Charm isn’t a qualification which you must have in order to remain in a job.&lt;br /&gt;Liza - …. You’re right.&lt;br /&gt;Man – Can I ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Yes, what?&lt;br /&gt;Man – Does your pain have to do with this baby’s torso?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Feeling embarrassed, she stands up and doesn’t answer trying to keep her tears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man – Sorry I didn’t want to embarrass you…&lt;br /&gt;Liza – No, no… don’t worry… I’m ok… yes, my pain is related to this baby’s torso….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A little pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She caresses the baby’s torso and turns to the audience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza - … My son was about the same age when he died, when he passed away in my hands…… (She starts to cry and the man takes her in his arms)&lt;br /&gt;Man – It’ ok… It’s ok…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She stop crying in the man’s arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man – Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Yes, but… let’s stop talking about it&lt;br /&gt;Man – ok, ok… Tell me that please! What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Man – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He wipes her tears which had remained on her face…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a pretty name!&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Thank you. And yours? It will be so charming as you.&lt;br /&gt;Man – My name is Alexandros….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas returns to the scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Liza, Liza… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(When he sees her with an unknown man, he is jealous… he stays still and he looks at them… he is ready to kill at Alexandros with this gaze…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – You, come here to introduce you to a friend who will be member of “City’s Leftovers”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas approaches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – My name is Alexandros, but you can call me Alex… Nice to meet you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alexandros gives him his hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – (Jonas gives his hand, too) Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aishe enters the scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – What is going on here? Do you have a meeting without me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(When she approaches and sees Alexandros…)&lt;/span&gt; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Liza - This is Alex. He is a new member of “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City’s Leftovers&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Nice to meet you, my name is Aishe.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Nice to meet you, too, Aishe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas glares at Alexandros who hasn’t taken his eyes from Liza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – And where are you from? And you are so well – dressed…&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – I used to work for a big company, but… I had too many qualifications for them and they fired me… and now I am here…&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Ok, let’s stop it now and begin the work…&lt;br /&gt;Liza – You are right. Let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She didn’t have time to complete her phrase and…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Aaaah……&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Liza be careful!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A terrifying earthquake breaks out…)(The four heroes are in the rubbish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alexandros stands up and….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Liza, Liza &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He approaches her and he helps her to stand up...)&lt;/span&gt; Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Yes, Yes…. I’m ok, thank you. Aishe, Jonas… Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Here, here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Liza helps Aishe to stand up and Alexandros goes to Jonas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Yes… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She coughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Jonas, Jonas…. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – I hurt my leg and I can’t walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Alexandros helps him to stand up…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Are you injured?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – No, no…&lt;br /&gt;Liza – How did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – I don’t know. Something fell on my leg. It must be right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The heroes are looking for it…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – Here, here… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(All gather around it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – What is that?&lt;br /&gt;Liza – It must be a statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas takes it in his hands…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – It’s too dusty to see.&lt;br /&gt;Liza – Wipe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jonas wipes it…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishe - Woow!!! Indeed, it’s a statue.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – There are some words on it. Read it.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas - I can’t read. You read it.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He finds it difficult to read… he kneels and they all kneel…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandros – Eu… Eu…, eur – ro… euro…pp…Europe… Yes, that’s it…&lt;br /&gt;“Europe kidnapped by Zeus”. Yes, “Europe kidnapped by Zeus”!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aishe – Eu, eu Europe? Europe?...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – What is Europe?&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Alexandros – Where is Europe? Has anybody seen Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They look at each other they look around them as though, they wait for an answer from whoever knows…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Curtain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The lights switch off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(After a little time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the lights turn on… the four heroes stand up and they dance a song of the group “Active Members”: “Sing and smile”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Lamprini Gesouli, A3 class of the &lt;a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/"&gt;8th General Lyceum of Ioannina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1686318113344557056?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The broken time machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabija Vaitkeviciute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>The broken time machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The broken time machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras-he is the boy from the present. He‘s 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas-he is boy from the future. He‘s 12 years old too.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa-she is a girl from future, she‘s Jonas‘s sister and she‘s 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha-she is Lisa‘s best friend from her school. She‘s 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras comes into scene. He sees a strange thing in the corner and that strange thing is a time machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, what‘s this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sits in it and by mistake presses a button. There‘s a loud „boom“ and then Alenksandras opens his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Where am I?! What is this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly three kids run into scene: Jonas, Lisa and Aisha. Aleksandras hides quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Where did that boom came from? And… What’s that big strange thing doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She runs to the time machine and finds Aleksandras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Aaa, don’t hurt me, I’ll give you anything just don’t hurt me!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa, Jonas and Aisha laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t worry, we are not going to hurt you! So… What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Erm… I’m Aleksandras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa carefully takes something out from time machine and takes that into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Nice to meet you. My name is Jonas, this is my sister Lisa and that’s her best friend Aisha… So, how did you get into my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I got into this thing and I accidentaly pressed a button. And now, I got here somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, you came from the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- What?! How?! How do you know that? It‘s impossible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, this „thing“, or how you are calling it is a simple time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- What?! So now I am in the future?! What year is it now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, telling the truth you are in 2508!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;¬- Alright guys, now I really need to come back to my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras presses the button and... Nothing happens!&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Wha... What happened? Why isn‘t that thing working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe you should try again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras presses the button again but still nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Damn, how am I supposed to come back now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras starts running around the time machine and then kicks it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Carefull, you can brake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- I don‘t care, it‘s not working anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Wait, I will take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas looks around it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- There‘s one part missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, anyway, time machines are forbidden now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Why are they forbidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, they were too dangerous. Not many people came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Great! Just great!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, look at the bright side. You are in the FUTURE! Isn‘t that interesting for you?! Many kids could just dream about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- I would enjoy that, if I knew that I could safely come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- You are hopeless!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody comes into scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- So, Aleksandras, tell me about your your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Well... Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- How does the money of your time look??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras puts his hand into pocket and then he takes out some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Show me that, show me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisha quickly takes money from Aleksandras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, ten euros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- What, ten euros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Man, do you know how much lakos you could get for this on Ebay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Umm... No, I don‘t. And what those „lakos“ are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Ha! Lakos are our money. Here, take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisha shows Aleksandras one lako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Now this is cool! Future coin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisha gives Aleksandras the lako coin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Here, take it. It isn’t worth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe you could give us that ten euros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras gives Jonas the ten euros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Man, my friends won‘t believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Aleksandras, tell us about your time studying. How do you study there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, we have schools, where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What is „school“?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, my silly bro. How are you studying history?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, actually I don‘t study history. I play „Counter stike“ instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT?! „Counter strike“ is STILL known?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Yep... I know, it‘s an old game but it‘s still interesting. At least to Jonas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- So, as I said, we study at schools. There are teachers who teach us things like math, English, arts, music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow... Humans teach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Yea... What else would teach us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, a computer. Here we have small computers, just like watches and at the time computer turns on and teaches us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow. This world is much more different than I thought! Erm... by the way. If this is your house then where are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, at first this is my and Lisa‘s house. Aisha is Lisa‘s best friend but she decided to live with us for a while. And we don‘t live with parents. No one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Yea. We don‘t even know who our parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, everything here is much better than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- You call that better, when we don‘t know our parents?! You don‘t get their love and care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Umm... I haven‘t thought about that. I hate when my parents shout at me so I would do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- You live with parents?! Oh, my. I would love to have been born in your time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- And you should know that everything isn‘t so as good here as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- What do you mean? Are there no candies and crisps in your time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What are candies and chi..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up, Jonas. We have candies but they‘re quite expensive. But no. Everything‘s not so good becouse there‘s too much pullution all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Argh, who cares. What, will we die because of pollution? That‘s just SILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Are you acting like this or you are really totally crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- What? What‘s wrong? Are my jeans dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- NO! The pollution IS bad and we CAN die because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, ok, stop shouting. But you‘re not dying, are you?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Just shut up, you two. Nevermind that. Let‘s go and have some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone comes into scene except Aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Good morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Not everyone. Where‘s Aisha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, she‘s stydying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- And what she‘s studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Probably planting again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- And you have to learn that? It‘s nothing hard to do, just plant the flower into pot and water it every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- It‘s much more difficult than you think. In our time there are not many plants. As you know, plants make oxygen, so we can breathe. And plants don‘t grow anywhere, anyhow, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Couldn‘t you talk, so I can understant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- So tell me, which part do you not understand?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Here it comes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa &lt;em&gt;(angry)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Here it comes again what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Your and Aleksandras‘s barney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa &lt;em&gt;(shouting)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT BARNEY?! SHUT UP IF YOU DON‘T HAVE WHAT TO SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, easy! It is still early in the morning and you‘re shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisha comes into scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Hi everybody! Nice morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Ecpecially for Lisa-she‘s so happy so she can shout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa &lt;em&gt;(angry)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Wha?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Carefull, Lisa. Don‘t explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Aaargh... What-ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I‘m still scared that I‘ll have to live in the future all my life from now... I think, my parents are stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes... So from now on you‘ll have to live just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- I don‘t think that‘ll work out very well. But I‘ll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, come on! It can‘t be so hard. You‘ll see - no one will notice that you‘re from the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Until I won‘t say that my teacher is emo or goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Then we‘ll hope that you won‘t do such a big mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except Lisa laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa &lt;em&gt;(bored)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Ha, ha, very funny... Well, I‘m going to my room. Need to study maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa goes out of scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- That‘s strange. I‘ve never seen her like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Let‘s just hope that her mood will get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiha:&lt;br /&gt;- Hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone goes out of scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras comes into scene. He searches around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- There must be a way to come back!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly Lisa comes in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, what are you doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Erm... Nothing, just... wondering around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah?! Then why everything is so messed around like you have been going through my things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, alright. I‘ve been searching around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- And what‘ve you been looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I need to come back home somehow! I can‘t just sit here acting like nothing has happened and I belong here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Forget it. You will not find a time machine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- I don‘t know why, but feelings are not letting me down that the missing part is here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:&lt;br /&gt;- Aargh, no one is making parts like this any more, we told you. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa goes out of scene. Aleksandras stands like in fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras &lt;em&gt;(sad and puzzled)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- No... No, it can‘t be true... Why me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas and Aisha comes into scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What‘s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, you look like you are about to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Guys, I REALLY need to come back to past... Why the part isn‘t being made any more)?.. Why is everything messed up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Lisa, come here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- I will be right back. I want to call Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- We‘ll wait for you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you need to call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas runs from scene. After two seconds he comes back with Lisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Lisa, give that part back to Aleksandras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- What... What the heck are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- Well, actually when you came here, Lisa took the part from the time machine so you couldn‘t come back. We all wanted you to stay here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras &lt;em&gt;(very angry)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- What?! Give me back that part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa almost crying gives the detail to Aleksandras. Jonas pulls the time machine into scene. Aleksandras puts the detail in it‘s place. He sits in time machine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- And I thought you were my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras presses the button, there‘s a loud „boom“. Everything turns dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a while the lights turn on and there lies awaken Aleksandras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras&lt;br /&gt;- Whoa! Now this was a funny dream. Man, I almost thought it’s real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aleksandras comes in school. There come three new children. They look just like children from Aleksandras’s dream. But Aleksandras has never seen them in reality before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aleksandras:&lt;br /&gt;- Umm… Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Jonas and Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;- Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:&lt;br /&gt;- What’s your name? 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRQAV0wd6OI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/reeMt_jbGfI/s400/picttuurreeeeee+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRQAVoGlSnI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ewqys2ZtA0M/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265834235845233266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRQAVoGlSnI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Ewqys2ZtA0M/s400/picttuurreeeeee+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8079846265024620985?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8079846265024620985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8079846265024620985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8079846265024620985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8079846265024620985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-song.html' title='The last song'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRQAV0wd6OI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/reeMt_jbGfI/s72-c/picttuurreeeeee+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8056541205134811812</id><published>2008-11-07T09:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Photos from the Lithuanian play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-YV2-8vI/AAAAAAAAA5I/v4f39DLs3r0/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-YV2-8vI/AAAAAAAAA5I/v4f39DLs3r0/s400/picttuurreeeeee+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265832083464319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-X8Ne4DI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2Az7rnFS2dE/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-X8Ne4DI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2Az7rnFS2dE/s400/picttuurreeeeee+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265832076579364914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-XRxJW3I/AAAAAAAAA44/8XSROnas5CY/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-XRxJW3I/AAAAAAAAA44/8XSROnas5CY/s400/picttuurreeeeee+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265832065186225010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-XHJaKxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/e92sLEUZ324/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-XHJaKxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/e92sLEUZ324/s400/picttuurreeeeee+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265832062335200018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80icjKoI/AAAAAAAAA4o/5XzewlHxfDs/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80icjKoI/AAAAAAAAA4o/5XzewlHxfDs/s400/picttuurreeeeee+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265830368856189570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80WYKWtI/AAAAAAAAA4g/q7kR_Vzismw/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80WYKWtI/AAAAAAAAA4g/q7kR_Vzismw/s400/picttuurreeeeee+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265830365616560850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80NkePoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-PwWBI3XeOQ/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP80NkePoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-PwWBI3XeOQ/s400/picttuurreeeeee+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265830363252276866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP8z6tkpYI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/-o08LZgwSvc/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP8z6tkpYI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/-o08LZgwSvc/s400/picttuurreeeeee+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265830358190171522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP8zedxtqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/680zVcbkVlc/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP8zedxtqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/680zVcbkVlc/s400/picttuurreeeeee+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265830350607726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8056541205134811812?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8056541205134811812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8056541205134811812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8056541205134811812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8056541205134811812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-lithuanian-play.html' title='Photos from the Lithuanian play'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP-YV2-8vI/AAAAAAAAA5I/v4f39DLs3r0/s72-c/picttuurreeeeee+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8288912336774164637</id><published>2008-11-07T09:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dangerous chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>Photos from German play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP5-DZjQYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/dnmgFTKT2Ro/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP5-DZjQYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/dnmgFTKT2Ro/s400/picttuurreeeeee+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827233785921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP599BhY0I/AAAAAAAAA34/wIJAgAjfDUY/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP599BhY0I/AAAAAAAAA34/wIJAgAjfDUY/s400/picttuurreeeeee+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827232074523458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59k-fUHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DpAjlLWbK4w/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59k-fUHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DpAjlLWbK4w/s400/picttuurreeeeee+110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827225619353714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59SDvQjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OmyyILwT4e8/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59SDvQjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OmyyILwT4e8/s400/picttuurreeeeee+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827220541096498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59IaEI1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q6F3rfZe5cA/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP59IaEI1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/Q6F3rfZe5cA/s400/picttuurreeeeee+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827217950384978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8288912336774164637?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8288912336774164637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8288912336774164637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8288912336774164637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8288912336774164637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-german-play.html' title='Photos from German play'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP5-DZjQYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/dnmgFTKT2Ro/s72-c/picttuurreeeeee+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3728650914847440221</id><published>2008-11-07T08:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September 20-27 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>Photos from the Greek performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1bGUKUpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-FXQcj9Pato/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1bGUKUpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-FXQcj9Pato/s400/picttuurreeeeee+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265822235226690194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1azbcYDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uXECTUh0mVk/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1azbcYDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uXECTUh0mVk/s400/picttuurreeeeee+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265822230156959794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1aklTkBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mQLIehP9naw/s1600-h/picttuurreeeeee+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1aklTkBI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mQLIehP9naw/s400/picttuurreeeeee+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265822226171793426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3728650914847440221?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3728650914847440221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3728650914847440221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3728650914847440221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3728650914847440221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-greek-performance.html' title='Photos from the Greek performance'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP1bGUKUpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-FXQcj9Pato/s72-c/picttuurreeeeee+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-5964622584398918892</id><published>2008-11-07T08:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vilnius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Three pictures from Vilnius near the cathedral and on the hill of Three Crosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0BkQXweI/AAAAAAAAA3A/EnToja-Yi5M/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0BkQXweI/AAAAAAAAA3A/EnToja-Yi5M/s400/picttuurreeee+279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265820697075630562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0Bbi7XDI/AAAAAAAAA24/yLBnG8TjSF0/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0Bbi7XDI/AAAAAAAAA24/yLBnG8TjSF0/s400/picttuurreeee+278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265820694737542194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0BABHCqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Ifrmf4PzpZ4/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0BABHCqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Ifrmf4PzpZ4/s400/picttuurreeee+270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265820687347944098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5964622584398918892?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5964622584398918892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=5964622584398918892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5964622584398918892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5964622584398918892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-pictures-from-vilnius-near.html' title='Three pictures from Vilnius near the cathedral and on the hill of Three Crosses'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRP0BkQXweI/AAAAAAAAA3A/EnToja-Yi5M/s72-c/picttuurreeee+279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7378436225626281242</id><published>2008-11-07T08:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trakai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Beautiful pictures from Trakai, old castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzGZCm_XI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JEBnG6Fpg9Y/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzGZCm_XI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JEBnG6Fpg9Y/s400/picttuurreeee+253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265819680452836722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzGFSZSdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mwLZqZFvtsw/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzGFSZSdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mwLZqZFvtsw/s400/picttuurreeee+251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265819675150338514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzF1vwqZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/iXxLh4a1zWs/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzF1vwqZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/iXxLh4a1zWs/s400/picttuurreeee+249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265819670978537874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7378436225626281242?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7378436225626281242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7378436225626281242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7378436225626281242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7378436225626281242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-pictures-from-trakai-old.html' title='Beautiful pictures from Trakai, old castle'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SRPzGZCm_XI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JEBnG6Fpg9Y/s72-c/picttuurreeee+253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3596172407274442191</id><published>2008-10-29T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:12:14.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planting a tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>Planting a tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjhklY4D9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TZdtYGkGJUk/s1600-h/IMGP1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704183210414034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjhklY4D9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TZdtYGkGJUk/s400/IMGP1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Deiva told me: "H&lt;em&gt;ere is a tree which was planted in the other project "Plant a tree". And it was done all around the earth. But our pupils planted it for peace and friendship during our opening ceremony. It is the tree of our project&lt;/em&gt;". What a beautiful gesture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3596172407274442191?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3596172407274442191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3596172407274442191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3596172407274442191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3596172407274442191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/planting-tree.html' title='Planting a tree...'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjhklY4D9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TZdtYGkGJUk/s72-c/IMGP1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-6195528165879430731</id><published>2008-10-29T23:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:12:58.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsals'/><title type='text'>Our last rehearsals in Kaunas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeRt5LXBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2euJzViwKNo/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700560540982290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeRt5LXBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/2euJzViwKNo/s400/picttuurreeee+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Lithuanian team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeRWaEutI/AAAAAAAAA2A/D3Gwj038cb8/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700554236508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeRWaEutI/AAAAAAAAA2A/D3Gwj038cb8/s400/picttuurreeee+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeQgBjGzI/AAAAAAAAA14/SnYMA0qNtSA/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262700539638127410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SQjeQgBjGzI/AAAAAAAAA14/SnYMA0qNtSA/s400/picttuurreeee+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the German team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you tired, kids?:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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September 20-27, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ec1eUqnLmzk?hl=el&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ec1eUqnLmzk?hl=el&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6164167740387380955?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6164167740387380955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7038860374886348418</id><published>2008-10-14T22:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:49:12.178+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>More and more photos... from Deiva, with love:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUDcFWE-DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7ZrgtBvX-aU/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257111921030920242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUDcFWE-DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7ZrgtBvX-aU/s400/picttuurreeee+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUDcj3qG4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HYHZkg0CtNc/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257111929224829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUDcj3qG4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HYHZkg0CtNc/s400/picttuurreeee+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deiva says: "&lt;em&gt;Our Russian teacher who had suffered Siberia's cold and is still smiling, and a nice student from the 9th class&lt;/em&gt;". Very nice photos, really! It doesn't seem she is suffering from a cold at all, and the traditional uniform looks very beautiful. They are like angels in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqp4qzCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zmrzcXfSCw4/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257109972334595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqp4qzCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/zmrzcXfSCw4/s400/picttuurreeee+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Lithuanian Headmaster Mrs. Dalia Valinteliene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqzetzLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oZvu0Hb3zTQ/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257109974910094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqzetzLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oZvu0Hb3zTQ/s400/picttuurreeee+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Greek girls, teachers, of course:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqxS6bgI/AAAAAAAAAys/IJEIVNbtH_k/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257109974323719682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBqxS6bgI/AAAAAAAAAys/IJEIVNbtH_k/s400/picttuurreeee+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The German girls, teachers, of course:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBrGMRrxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/rpaYcUWENjA/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257109979933028114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUBrGMRrxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/rpaYcUWENjA/s400/picttuurreeee+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating well in Lithuania:-) Irini told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAOzGsS3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EET-7Aqqz5s/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257108394261367666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAOzGsS3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EET-7Aqqz5s/s400/picttuurreeee+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S-D-H, guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAO3CCXQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e7lGAV5lF4s/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257108395315584258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAO3CCXQI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e7lGAV5lF4s/s400/picttuurreeee+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAPEH2pWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3UeSE9co6cM/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257108398829643106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAPEH2pWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3UeSE9co6cM/s400/picttuurreeee+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAPvqTq9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/0Hu9tJay8CY/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257108410516876242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUAPvqTq9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/0Hu9tJay8CY/s400/picttuurreeee+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Irini, means "Peace" in Greek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_WweF6jI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kcCi86kZKrI/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107431481535026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_WweF6jI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kcCi86kZKrI/s400/picttuurreeee+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chating, a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_W3FaWjI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PjHGO2euS3g/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107433257065010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_W3FaWjI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PjHGO2euS3g/s400/picttuurreeee+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute, tiny Lithuanian students:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XEDphkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/u2wJ1NyvvII/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107436739331650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XEDphkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/u2wJ1NyvvII/s400/picttuurreeee+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems this is the Geography class, who is the teacher, Deiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XQeYwqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QVkfrKiSI5s/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107440072704674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XQeYwqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QVkfrKiSI5s/s400/picttuurreeee+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XnikwtI/AAAAAAAAAxs/d-kDmyorHRg/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107446264283858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPT_XnikwtI/AAAAAAAAAxs/d-kDmyorHRg/s400/picttuurreeee+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, your Green class looks very beautiful, Deiva!:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7038860374886348418?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7038860374886348418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7038860374886348418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7038860374886348418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7038860374886348418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-and-more-pictures-from-deiva-with.html' title='More and more photos... from Deiva, with love:-)'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SPUDcFWE-DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7ZrgtBvX-aU/s72-c/picttuurreeee+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-2153813852598704767</id><published>2008-10-08T23:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:47:53.070+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>More photos from the project meeting in Lithuania</title><content type='html'>The German team: It seems that the weather is better in Kaunas than in Velbert or Ioannina, isn't it, Hildegard? Sunshine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900181986349602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n37VukiI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JB74v2xAEas/s400/picttuurreeee+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that the AKROPOLIS has been tranfered to Lithuania. What strange things can Modern Technology make! Look: The German teachers in front of the Akropolis of... Lithuania:-)):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900174489652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n3faYDQI/AAAAAAAAAws/w1jvnuzsfAk/s400/picttuurreeee+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beautiful ladies are the Greek and German team in Rumsiskes museum, Kaunas. Except the Greek school headmaster, of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n3KYfZfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vtrVy9Qet1w/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900168844600818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n3KYfZfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vtrVy9Qet1w/s400/picttuurreeee+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898941398461650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mvtyhrNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/99Rs3MHlmUQ/s400/picttuurreeee+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898953675043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mwbhfcZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/_hUYB_nb8io/s400/picttuurreeee+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all Greek to me", say the German students:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n3_rA2sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Is2COyKsUwQ/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900183149370050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n3_rA2sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Is2COyKsUwQ/s400/picttuurreeee+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. and Mrs.... Happy young grandparents:-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898947050817746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mwC2JyNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lJqnI4eF-0g/s400/picttuurreeee+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The four Charites: From the Ancient German and Greek mythology:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mwLHOHTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-bfScw-QTJA/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898949269888306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mwLHOHTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-bfScw-QTJA/s400/picttuurreeee+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Susanne and her little students. They look so cute:-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898944455567410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0mv5LZaDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/FLBiWX6RXIk/s400/picttuurreeee+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And in the old Castle, Kaunas. Deiva, tell me who are these beautiful ladies. I need to know urgently:-) Sorry, ladies, I don't know you.(Ok, Deiva told me that you are Deiva No.3:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2153813852598704767?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2153813852598704767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=2153813852598704767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2153813852598704767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2153813852598704767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-photos-from-project-meeting-in.html' title='More photos from the project meeting in Lithuania'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SO0n37VukiI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JB74v2xAEas/s72-c/picttuurreeee+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-2680681887609989083</id><published>2008-10-06T23:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:48:09.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>The first photos from our project meeting in Lithuania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEDMp5T-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/EHxe4xDIIaA/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157105752526818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEDMp5T-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/EHxe4xDIIaA/s400/picttuurreeee+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maria is a good play writer, yes, I knew it, but I didn't know that she is a good dancer too. Maybe the Lithuanian partner helped to get better in it:-) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEDu5n7iI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Re5E2_135Iw/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157114945302050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEDu5n7iI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Re5E2_135Iw/s400/picttuurreeee+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is you are looking and you are laughing, kids? No, it's not at me. I was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEEFzG1YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3XNmceVueF8/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157121091982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEEFzG1YI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3XNmceVueF8/s400/picttuurreeee+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEEVk13yI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PQIQvc838Ko/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157125327118114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEEVk13yI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PQIQvc838Ko/s400/picttuurreeee+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, This is a Diva, no, Deiva, I mean:-) Opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEFAZwSdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GlJjBRIr_mU/s1600-h/picttuurreeee+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157136823339474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEFAZwSdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GlJjBRIr_mU/s400/picttuurreeee+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After one hour... Deiva, you talk too much... (;-), just a joke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2680681887609989083?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2680681887609989083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=2680681887609989083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2680681887609989083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2680681887609989083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-photos-from-our-project-meeting.html' title='The first photos from our project meeting in Lithuania'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SOqEDMp5T-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/EHxe4xDIIaA/s72-c/picttuurreeee+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-4289371887144803183</id><published>2008-10-06T11:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:27:08.820+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY SCHOOL YEARS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7312363979126063401</id><published>2008-08-08T08:19:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:02:44.952+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dangerous chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vilnius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Day of European Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><title type='text'>New project meeting in Kaunas, Lithuania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJvqWcm-f4I/AAAAAAAAAus/4oPGYCVZhtQ/s1600-h/kauno%2520pilis2%2520(300%2520x%2520225)20061118102532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232033063478656898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJvqWcm-f4I/AAAAAAAAAus/4oPGYCVZhtQ/s320/kauno%2520pilis2%2520(300%2520x%2520225)20061118102532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJvqMM0vl4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ib_O8eW5oDc/s1600-h/Kaunas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232032887442741122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJvqMM0vl4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ib_O8eW5oDc/s320/Kaunas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next project meeting(workshop) will take place in Lithuania, in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaunas"&gt;Kaunas,&lt;/a&gt; the town which was situated about 1000 years ago on the confluence of two rivers the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neman_River"&gt;Nemunas&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neris"&gt;Neris&lt;/a&gt;. The meeting will start on the 20th of September and finish on the 27th. Teachers and students from Germany, Greece and Lithuania will meet at Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school. We will have common rehearsals, work together on our plays. The plays will be presented to the audience of our regional community. The plays are chosen by the countries: &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-and-fight.html"&gt;‘Love and fight’ &lt;/a&gt;from Lithuanian school, &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/dangerous-chemistry.html"&gt;‘Dangerous chemistry’ &lt;/a&gt;from German school and &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-real-life.html"&gt;‘My real life ‘&lt;/a&gt; from Greek school. As our fourth partner Turkish school can’t come to Lithuania, there will be only three plays. The performance of the plays is planned to be held at Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school on the 26th of September 2008 .&lt;a href="http://www.ecml.at/edl/"&gt;The Day of European Languages &lt;/a&gt;is a traditional festival at our school. This year it will really be the Week of European Languages-we will hear German and Greek native speakers at our school. The plays are written and will be performed in English. Our project guests will be shown Kaunas centre, new and old town with wonderful &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Town_Hall,_Kaunas"&gt;Town Hall&lt;/a&gt;. We plan to go to &lt;a href="http://www.lithuaniatourism.co.uk/index.php?id=359"&gt;Rumsiskes folk museum&lt;/a&gt;. Also we will have an excursion to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vilnius"&gt;Vilnius&lt;/a&gt;-capital of Lithuania, to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trakai"&gt;Trakai &lt;/a&gt;with wonderful island castle.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers and students from Lithuania, Germany and Greece will live and work together for one week. They will have a chance to know better Lithuania and its people and to make friends with each other. We will have an opening ceremony where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_of_Lithuania"&gt;Lithuanian folk songs &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ausis.gf.vu.lt/eka/dances/dance_intro.html"&gt;dances&lt;/a&gt; will be performed. Friendship is the main ace in Comenius projects.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting and working together help teachers and students to know better the way of life of each country which they visit. Our project unites teachers and students from very different cultures and it is really very interesting to work together. The main performance of our plays will be at the end of our meeting and that will show the results of our common work. Friendship usually doesn’t end with the end of the meeting. Wish us success in Lithuania. New stars will be born in Kaunas:-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daiva Barkauskiene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7312363979126063401?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7312363979126063401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7312363979126063401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7312363979126063401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7312363979126063401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-project-meeting-in-kaunas-lithuania.html' title='New project meeting in Kaunas, Lithuania'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJvqWcm-f4I/AAAAAAAAAus/4oPGYCVZhtQ/s72-c/kauno%2520pilis2%2520(300%2520x%2520225)20061118102532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-748848266079232969</id><published>2008-08-06T09:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:22:41.072+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dangerous chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><title type='text'>Dangerous chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dangerous chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher : Mrs. Simpson    (Gamze)&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : Chrissie              (Jenny)&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie’ best friend : Katie   (Jasmin)&lt;br /&gt;Another pupil Tina:    (Charleen)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Simpson’s husband : Roger     (Marvin)&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie’ Aunt : Lorey                       (Lisa)&lt;br /&gt;Chrissie’ boyfriend Ronnie   (Timo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pupils are sitting in the class room and are waiting for Mrs. Simpson and their chemistry lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: She will come in and say... Sorry I’m late. Then she will bore us to death. Every day the same… I can’t stand it anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: That’s true. I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: She can’t organize the lessons. She just stands in front of the black board and says “&lt;em&gt;I’m the teacher.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Stupid teacher…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Dumb teacher…&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Tina: She is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pupils are preparing to throw  paper balls. Mrs. Simpson comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Fireeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Oh, my goodness. Stop all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Stop !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They stop. Mrs. Simpson is frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Sorry I´m late, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw  paper balls at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Oh I beg your pardon, we didn’t mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Yeah, sure! Well,… let’s start! Who would like to explain what we did last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: &lt;em&gt;(whispering to Chrissie):&lt;/em&gt; She doesn´t remember herself, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Simpson is waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Oh, nobody know’s it.. What a surprise….&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: I’ll start of course… But… um…eh… am… Sorry but… oh  I don´t  remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Oh, well. Let´s do an experiment instead. Chrissie, could you please come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: &lt;em&gt;(speaking aside to the others):&lt;/em&gt; Because she hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katie laughs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Come here and mix these two substances and then you watch what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrissie mixes the substances. Mrs. Simpson is standing next to her. Suddenly, there is  an explosion. Mrs. Simpson and Chrissie fall on the floor and lie there unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Oh, my God. Chrissie? &lt;em&gt;She runs towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrissie and Mrs Simpson slowly wake up again. They stand up and look at each other, Chrissie touches her body (Mrs Simpson) and starts screaming. Mrs. Simpson, too. They touch their body and can’t believe what has happened. They have switched bodies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Chrissie? What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: I don’t know. I only mixed these two substances and suddenly… BOOOOM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE &lt;em&gt;(surprised):&lt;/em&gt; Are you two okay. What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Nothing. I´m great. &lt;em&gt;(whispering to Mrs Simpson).&lt;/em&gt; Oh, my goodness. What should we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Simpson  touches her body and looks enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Chrissie? What are you doing? Please stop it, it’s my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Oh, my god. I' m grown up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Are you completely mad, Mrs Simpson? Of course you are grown up. I´ll go to the office and get an ambulance. I think that we have to take them to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: &lt;em&gt;(looking down at herself)&lt;/em&gt; And  I am a teenager. Oh my God, what will my husband say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Chriissssie. Your husband? Are you raving mad? Tina, don´t leave me alone with these two. I´ll come with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They  both leave the room very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Okay. What should we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: I don’t know. Oh my god my friends. They think I am a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Friends? Oh my god my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Fuck! Oh my god.. Oh my god… Please don’t say that I must sleep in one bed with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Oh, my goodness… Tonight….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: What are saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Nothing…Nothing…And. how can we go home like that today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: I don’t know… But we have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: We don´t have a choice.… We must behave like you are me and I’m you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: No… don’t go to my house… It isn’t good there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I’m sure it’s not as bad as you try to make me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Hmmm… Ok. And what should I do when I’m in your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Work. Don´t talk to my husband. Avoid him, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Well, let’s see what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: We should go home now and act normally. And nobody will notice what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Good! Where do you live? And how do I get there? Can I take your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Nooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights fade.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights go on again.. The scenes in Chrissie’ house and in Mrs Simpson’s house are played together on stage. Chrissie enters her home. Her aunt comes towards her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREY: Where were you all the time? I was getting nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I had to stay longer because I forgot to show my chemistry homework yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREY: Oh, your stupid teacher! The woman is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREY: What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I mean… What is Mrs Simpson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREY: You don’t have to know! Well, go and do your damn homework.             And by the way. A boy named Ronnie came to see you. Whose this Ronnie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Ronnie. I have no idea. &lt;em&gt;(she speaks to the audience)&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously. Who is Ronnie? Is he my boyfriend. Oh, please, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bells rings again. Aunt Lorey goes to the door and comes back with Ronnie.  Lorey leaves the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Are you okay, sweetie. Kate said you had an accident at school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Hello. Hmm. You must be Ronnie. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Are you mad, Chrissie? Of course I am Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Oh, yes. Now I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: You are Ronnie Hazelwood from 9E, aren´t you? Mrs Miller always complains about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Chrissie, are you okay today? You seem a bit confused. Have you seen a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE:  Oh, nooo. Thank you. You better leave now. I have to do my homework for chemistry and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Your homework? You can´t be serious. You never do your homework for Mrs Simpson. You hate that cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: That´s not true. She is a great teacher and a fine person. I like her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONNIE: Oh, my God. You like Mrs Simpson. You are strange today. Go and see a doctor.  This is serious. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronnie leaves. Chrissie sighs and gets her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I am glad he didn´t try to kiss me, that boy. Aaarg! Well, let´s see. Math…History…English…Chemistry…oh, my god! Science…Art…Physics…enough for the whole day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sits down and  picks up her English book and starts to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Copy the grammar from page 123 and fill in the correct verbs in exercises 5,6,8,9…Which verbs?? And four exercises??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She takes another book, begins to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: What?? Four pages in history?? Read and sum up?? Who needs history anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrissie starts to write something. The lights are turned off for a few seconds. Then they are turned on again. All the books are scattered on the floor. Chrissie looks very tired and sighs. Her aunt Lorey comes in and shouts at her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREY: Two hours have passed and you still haven´t finished???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrissie only looks at her, yawns and then drops to the side.. The light fades. The lights are now on the other side of the stage where Mrs Simpson plays.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Simpson enters her home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger : Hey, darling! Finally you’re here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wants to give her a kiss but she turns away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: What happened, my boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Nothing… It´s only that I have to do much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Yes, you are right. You have to mark the tests, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: What? A test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Yes... I think you don’t remember...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Of course I remember… I’m only a bit stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER. Ok… You mark the tests now and I’ll go to the kitchen to cook something for tonight… And you know… tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: No, I don’t know…I am tired anyway. And I have a terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Simpson goes to her room. Another part of the stage is now her office.&lt;br /&gt;There is a mountain of documents, Mrs Simpson picks some up and sighs.  Then the phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON:: What’s that?? Oh, my god…… How can I mark these test? I’m not a teacher. Oh, what the hell. That can´t be so difficult. Just take a red pen, write a few comments and  and give an E minus. That´s what that stupid Mrs Simpson always does with my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She  sits on the chair and tries to mark the tests.… She takes the first one and tries to write down something&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Is that correct? Don´t know. And I can´t even read the handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stops and takes the another one. He takes another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON:  Oh, my God. Give me back my body, please. I want to be a good student from now on. Just let me be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pupils are sitting in their class room again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA: Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Ready for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Come on. Where are the paper balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Ah, the paper balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA: Okay, she is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Morning, Mrs. Simpson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Simpson comes in with her bag held in front of her like a shield. The pupils want to throw, but stop in their movement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: What is she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA: I don’t know…but how did she know that we planned it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Chrissie, could you come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: The rest of class is quiet, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spot is on Chrissie and Mrs. Simpson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: What happened yesterday? Was everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: It was okay… I slept in your office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: In my office? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Mrs. Simpson, you know what would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrissie laughs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: What can we do…? I can´t fight off your husband another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: And please don´t answer when my boyfriend calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights go out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’re in the classroom again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Well…We’ll start with English grammar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Oh, not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Simpson is getting nervous. She hesitates. Suddenly…She takes the chalk and tries to write something on the black board and begins to explain the English grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: So… um yes… well … HE / SHE / IT…the verb needs an  s …. Don’t forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class is very loud and everybody is talking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Be quiet now…   Please.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class is still very noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Now that´s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turns around and starts to explain something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Now present progressive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class laughs, she is frustrated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS.SIMPSON: Ok, ok…. Then…Here is your homework… Copy these sentences into your exercise book and learn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She writes a sentence which is wrong&lt;strong&gt;…”I’m going now at home to finished the dishes.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class laughs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Chrissie, please come outside with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINA: What has she done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class starts to shout “&lt;strong&gt;boo&lt;/strong&gt;” at her. They go together outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Do you see! Being a teacher is not as easy as you all think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Yes, it’s true… I have never understood why teachers look that tired. But now…now that I have seen the class tests, I understand your bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Well, you know what. Your life is also not that easy… When I saw how much homework you had to do and that you had hardly any time for yourself I was a bit shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Where are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: My parents? I don’t know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Oh…I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Well it doesn’t matter to me. You know, I never met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE:: Oh, Chrissie …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Okay. And what should I do now with the pupils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE:  No problem, you will survive. Set an exercise in the workshop. That will keep them busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They go back to the class room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pupils go home and Mrs. Simpson waits for Katie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: KATIEE…Help me! I’ve got a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Mrs. Simpson…you are very impolite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: No. It’s me…Chrissie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Hahahaha…!A good joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Noo…Katie believe me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: How am I suppose to know that it’s you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Hmm...Mrs. Simpson couldn’t have known that you would throw the paper balls again. It was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: True. But I don´t believe you. Hmm, what´s  your Aunt Lorey´s secret nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: That´s an easy one. It´s the human dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Oookay. Chrissie?  But how come you are in her body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Well, the chemistry experiment. Remember? We both fell on the floor. Something terrible happened then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Oh my goodness. &lt;em&gt;(She laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: It’s not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHIE: Ok, ok! But I’m just imagining what it feels like to start your day knowing that you have to teach a bunch of terrible teenagers. Do you wake up sweating?  I mean are you afraud of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Ok, I got it and I know it sounds funny, but you are the expert in chemistry !! Invent something to help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Ha ha ha, a good joke! We live in the 21st century and not in the year 3005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS: SIMPSON: Wow, now I told you my problem and you can’t help me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE: Maybe, you have to mix the same substances like you did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Katie!!! You’re a genius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Simpson runs out of the class room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCENE 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Simpson and Chrissie are in chemistry room and try to mix the same substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: I think I’ve got it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: But I don’t know if it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: I hope that nothing worse will happens to us. Imagine myself  switching my body with the headmistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Don’t worry. We have to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She mixes the substances but nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Nothing!! There was no explosion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Simpson hits the table because she is very angry. There is an explosion. Both Chrissie and Mrs Simpson fall on the floor. They are unconscious for a moment and then they wake up again and look at each other and then at themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. SIMPSON: My body!!! I’m in my own body!!! We did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: What a relief. I thought I had to be a grown up for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Believe me. Being a pupil would have been just as bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Damn. I didn´t get the chance to give everyone an A in English and Chemistry in the school reports.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: And I didn´t get the chance to flirt with that boy Ronnie from 9E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISSIE: Mrs Simpson!!! Don´t you dare.  He´s my boyfriend. And you are married. Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SIMPSON: Hey, Chrissie. I was just joking. Me and Ronnie. That would be dangerous chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They both laugh. The lights go out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by the students of the German team from &lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt;Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert-Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-748848266079232969?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/748848266079232969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=748848266079232969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/748848266079232969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/748848266079232969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/dangerous-chemistry.html' title='Dangerous chemistry'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8780759457437030366</id><published>2008-07-19T10:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:39:54.914+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPARKLING STARS *'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>"Sparkling Stars"-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKlAZmtq_4M&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKlAZmtq_4M&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video No.2 from the performance of the German team in Ioannina (April 8th, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actors&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamze Temelci (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey), Ekaterini Ntouska(Violette),Timo St&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ormer(Darin), Agon Zogay(Justin), Jennifer Poppek (Chila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparkling-stars.html"&gt;http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparkling-stars.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8780759457437030366?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8780759457437030366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8780759457437030366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8780759457437030366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8780759457437030366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/sparkling-stars-2.html' title='&quot;Sparkling Stars&quot;-2'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7951495759011158178</id><published>2008-07-19T10:34:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:40:17.471+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPARKLING STARS *'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>"Sparkling Stars"-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-sUU_g9HdA&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-sUU_g9HdA&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video No.1 from the performance of the German team in Ioannina (April 8th,2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actors&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamze Temelci (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey), Ekaterini Ntouska(Violette),Timo St&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ormer(Darin), Agon Zogay(Justin), Jennifer Poppek (Chila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparkling-stars.html"&gt;http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparkling-stars.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7951495759011158178?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7951495759011158178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-6410080677380497580</id><published>2008-07-05T19:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:22:24.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opening ceremony'/><title type='text'>Photos from the opening ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-tb2RjfUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JTGN_I2vzaE/s1600-h/2620066899_85f1ab0003_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-tb2RjfUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JTGN_I2vzaE/s320/2620066899_85f1ab0003_b.jpg" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219581194249986450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project meeting in Ioannina (April 2008)- These photos are sent by Deiva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6410080677380497580?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6410080677380497580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=6410080677380497580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6410080677380497580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/6410080677380497580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos-from-opening-ceremony.html' title='Photos from the opening ceremony'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-tb2RjfUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JTGN_I2vzaE/s72-c/2620066899_85f1ab0003_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-2721017171057822670</id><published>2008-07-05T18:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:02:32.157+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting session'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><title type='text'>Project meeting session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n1KxhL-I/AAAAAAAAAts/Jm_1DPne8WE/s1600-h/2620126363_06c56ef201_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n1KxhL-I/AAAAAAAAAts/Jm_1DPne8WE/s320/2620126363_06c56ef201_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219575025012649954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n1oEQoBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/OkiG7juzy0c/s1600-h/2620954430_b8468526d9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n1oEQoBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/OkiG7juzy0c/s320/2620954430_b8468526d9_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219575032875884562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n11B2QFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/I9im9-KGHr4/s1600-h/2620958656_d96bb60554_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n11B2QFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/I9im9-KGHr4/s320/2620958656_d96bb60554_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219575036355428434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n16S9AzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OwRDOAMcQGc/s1600-h/2620962784_53486136cf_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n16S9AzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OwRDOAMcQGc/s320/2620962784_53486136cf_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219575037769351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the project meeting in Ioannina, Greece (April 2008). These photos are sent by Deiva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2721017171057822670?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2721017171057822670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=2721017171057822670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2721017171057822670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2721017171057822670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-meeting-session_05.html' title='Project meeting session'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SG-n1KxhL-I/AAAAAAAAAts/Jm_1DPne8WE/s72-c/2620126363_06c56ef201_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8933157272191008180</id><published>2008-06-30T23:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:09:26.303+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>More photos from Deiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYF2vI_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zCdUWNmrLKI/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798500901257170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYF2vI_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zCdUWNmrLKI/s320/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYGYzaJ8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yMm-0dmUSJo/s1600-h/DSCF0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798510045964226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYGYzaJ8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yMm-0dmUSJo/s320/DSCF0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYG4if-II/AAAAAAAAAKI/6GPz5tGeEiE/s1600-h/DSCF0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798518564976770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYG4if-II/AAAAAAAAAKI/6GPz5tGeEiE/s320/DSCF0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYHKhWOBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i1qpghC5smg/s1600-h/DSCF0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798523391981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYHKhWOBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i1qpghC5smg/s320/DSCF0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYHmrhSCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w2BEBBqQ8zI/s1600-h/DSCF0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798530950842402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYHmrhSCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w2BEBBqQ8zI/s320/DSCF0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the project meeting (Ioannina, 3-10 of April 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8933157272191008180?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8933157272191008180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8933157272191008180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8933157272191008180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8933157272191008180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-phtos-from-deiva.html' title='More photos from Deiva'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGlYF2vI_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zCdUWNmrLKI/s72-c/DSCF0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3309464840608279750</id><published>2008-06-29T10:12:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:34:38.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 8th-2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photos from our performances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deiva sent me these photos. You look so cute and professional on stage. Also, a star was born: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deiva!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdPS0RFgII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yRo09M0CVeA/s1600-h/DSCF6321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdPS0RFgII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yRo09M0CVeA/s320/DSCF6321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217225878018556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The German team in a calm scene before the "storm"!!! What are you fighting for, girls? For the same reason as in the Trojan war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdPqocvt2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sbwr26VccQo/s1600-h/DSCF0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdPqocvt2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sbwr26VccQo/s320/DSCF0376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217226287163094882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Greek team in a scene, just before the "fight" starts! They are good friends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdP_l4gZEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sVQI-e0ulvc/s1600-h/DSCF6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdP_l4gZEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sVQI-e0ulvc/s320/DSCF6323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217226647251477570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so sceptical, kids! The Turkish team on stage. They look so professional! And the cutest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdS9of4ERI/AAAAAAAAAJw/488b1m4NROU/s1600-h/DSCF6335a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdS9of4ERI/AAAAAAAAAJw/488b1m4NROU/s320/DSCF6335a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217229912128622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdSjikaLuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B2oiqwKJWng/s1600-h/DSCF6324a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdSjikaLuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B2oiqwKJWng/s320/DSCF6324a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217229463860424418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are these STARS***? (Answer: The Lithuanian team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(From our performances in Ioannina, April 8th, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3309464840608279750?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3309464840608279750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3309464840608279750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3309464840608279750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3309464840608279750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos-from-our-performances.html' title='Photos from our performances'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SGdPS0RFgII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yRo09M0CVeA/s72-c/DSCF6321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-5141247042172703105</id><published>2008-06-10T09:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:57:51.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LoFrien + NdsVe→Love+Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentini Toumbari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arianna Spyrou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon'/><title type='text'>LoFrien + NdsVe→Love+Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LoFrien + NdsVe→Love+Friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persons:&lt;br /&gt;Marian: student&lt;br /&gt;Chris: student&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Johnson: Teacher of Ancient Greek&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: Art Teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chris in the library reading a book – Mike comes in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Hey man, what’s up? Oh my god! For what do you need all these books?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Hellooooo? I have to find some information for my project in biology… You have to start writing it too, remember?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Oh, don’t start again with this project! Calm down! We have two whole months until we have to hand it in!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Yeah, but.. Helloooo?! We have to write about 60 pages except for the experiment we have to do. Two months just aren’t enough to finish all this!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Do you remember the project in physics last year? We had again two months to finish the 60 pages, and we both did it in less than four weeks!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Yes, but this one is much more difficult You always have to find new information”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Come on Chris, relax a bit!!!!!!! There are so many other important things in life than this project, and generally school… Anyway, will you come this evening to the cafeteria? The others will be at a football match, and I don’t want to be alone…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: "I don’t know we have history for tomorrow and so many other lessons to do…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Ohhhh, come on, enough with these lessons. Remind me when was the last time you came to the cafeteria with us cause I don’t remember..?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Well I just don’t have time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: ”Really, then tell me how can I have time to go out with my friends..??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “You never do all of your homework. Have you ever studied for history??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Bullshit.. Who cares about history?? You are the only person I know who studies history!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Well ok I will come with you to the cafeteria just to show you that I don’t study all the time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Fine, today you will have a great evening without books. Hmmmm what about 8 o’clock?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Ok, see you there…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Very nice.. Ohhhh, have you seen the book Che Guevara’s life? Because I want to find his biography for the school newspaper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Aisle 5. There you can find the biography of many well-known people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “You know the library by heart...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Marian searching for the book)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Ohh, there it is. I will write the best article ever, hehe. Ok, I have to leave now see you in the classroom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Ok, bye. Oh god, I need the names of all the stupid human bones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Marian laughs and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Oh, I hate ancient Greek and the teacher too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher: “Stop talking… Marian, tell me the translation of part 2 in page 34.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Ehmm… I’m sorry, I didn’t have enough time to study.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher: “Oh, the same things again... How many times do I have to tell you that you have to study very hard?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Yeah, I’m sorry, but, you know I don’t care so much about ancient Greek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher: “If you don’t know your roots then you don’t know your language. And if you don’t know your language you are not a Greek person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Yes, I agree, but I’m not gonna speak with Aristotle or Socrates and apart from this the way we are taught ancient Greek in school makes us hate this subject. You know very well that the Greek school system sucks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher: “Be careful the way you speak, please. The system is not the problem. The real problem is that you, students don’t study as much as it is necessary. For example look at Chris he always studies! This is what students should be like!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian &lt;em&gt;(ironically):&lt;/em&gt; “Yeah ok…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the art teacher comes into the classroom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The art teacher: “Sorry that I disturb your lesson, but can I have Marian for a little? We want to discuss something about the school play.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher: “Oh again this play. I can’t stop the lesson every time. But okay Marian you can go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the lights turn off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Marian calls Chris at his house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Hey, Chris. Can you bring me the CD I asked you to burn for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Ohhh, shit I forgot. Sorry Marian but we had so many things to do for school and I didn’t even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian &lt;em&gt;(with aggravation):&lt;/em&gt; “Okay, never mind. Anyway see you at the cafeteria okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Oh, Marian! I just wanted to say that-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “You don’t want to come! Am I right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “No, it’s just… Oh, forget it..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Okay… So, see you at the cafeteria… Bye!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Alright… Bye!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At the cafeteria. Marian is already there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Hey, Marian. Sorry, I’m late..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Hey. Never mind. Where is Mary?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Ohh, didn’t I tell you? We broke up…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Really? Why? You were such a nice couple…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Because we both didn’t have enough time to meet. I have to study very hard now because of the exams…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Are you kidding? You must be stupid to break up because of this!! You are not in the third class of high school so you don’t need to study so much. You are overdoing it!! Poor Mary…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “STOP NOW!! You always blame me because I study hard!! Look at you. You always have arguments with the teachers because you don’t study. The only things you are interested in are boys, the school newspaper, theater plays, and things that you are not going to use in your whole life!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Of course these things I do are useful. And, of course I study, I just don’t study the subjects, I consider useless. At least I know how to live my life, not like you, locked in your room studying all the time. You have changed so much, you are not the Chris I used to know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Nothing has changed to me, I just haven’t so much time I used to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Then you have to organize your time better…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Stop pretending to know everything. It’s not easy to do everything on time. You always have time because you never study.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “That’s not true, you know that I study! I just do so many other things… And I always have time!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “If you have such big problem with me then stop spending time with me. This is who I am and I will not change for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I didn’t say that! It’s just that you don’t want to hang around with us anymore and you don’t even care about us!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris &lt;em&gt;(angrily):&lt;/em&gt; “I’m not going to stay here and listen to your bad insults! I’m leaving!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he stands up and goes out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian &lt;em&gt;(sadly):&lt;/em&gt; “If you need help to find the old Chris just call me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the next day in the class room, in school. The bell has already rang for the lesson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art teacher: “Good morning kids!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids: “Good morning Mr. Weasley!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “So, today we’re going to discuss some of Picasso’s masterpieces. Marian, can you tell us something about Picasso?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I think you should ask Chris, he knows every thing better than all the others. Am I right, Chris?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Just shut up, Marian, ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “Marian, Chris? What’s going on with you two? I have never seen you so altercated.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Ask Chris. As I said before he knows everything better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “Ok, Marian, that’s enough. Chris, do you want to share this problem with us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Some people think that I have changed and I don’t have time for my friends. The fact is that I just want to be ready for the things I am going to confront in my future. And this is not a mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Isn’t it a mistake if you forget your friends because of that? Because of your future? As Shakespeare said we know what we are, but not what we may be. And therefore my opinion is to live the every moment, and especially with our friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “Very nice speech, Marian!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “The next years will be very difficult for our generation. There’s no time for what you said, Marian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “If there’s no time for friendship, what’s the reason of existing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “I think that’s a quite interesting discussion we are having here. Well, my dear kids, we are living in a very difficult era and what Chris said was right. You must have many qualifications to survive. Nowadays, unfortunately, only the strong and smart can survive. Only the ones with money have an easy life, and you can only have money if you are smart and sometimes lucky. How many people have you seen earn money without working for that, because they are lucky?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I agree, but what about friendsh-?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “Wait Marian. I haven’t finished yet. You asked about friendship.. Of course, that’s very important. I can ensure you that family and friends are the most important things in life. And, of course, love. A person without these three things in life is empty. You have to find the time to accommodate these things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “I think your right… I overdid it a bit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the bell rings for break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weasley: “Chris, I’m very proud of you that you can admit your mistakes. That’s very difficult for some people. Marian, please, be more patient next time. You see, everything can be solved with a dialogue. I hope everything we said today will stay in your mind forever. Break is over… I have to leave now. See you tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mr. Weasley leaves the classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Well… Friends again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “Oh, come here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they hug friendly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “Today is the concert from our favorite band… Do you want to go with me and rock a bit?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “I would love to!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I think I can see the old Chris again… Oh! Did I tell you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I spoke with Mary… She wants to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chris smiles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: “I were so stupid that I had almost destroyed our friendship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the bell rings for the next lesson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “ Do you want to cut school?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chris is looking at her weirdly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: “I am just kidding!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they both walk out of the classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* A double substitution-like reaction from Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Written by Arianna Spyrou and Valentini Toumbari of &lt;a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/"&gt;8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon-Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5141247042172703105?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5141247042172703105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=5141247042172703105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5141247042172703105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5141247042172703105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/lofrien-ndsvelovefriends.html' title='LoFrien + NdsVe→Love+Friends'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7000875571656243960</id><published>2008-06-04T06:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:58:56.360+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otilija Pajaujytė'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaunas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gintarė Mickevičiūtė'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Classmates</title><content type='html'>KAUNAS RADVILENAI SECONDARY SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASSMATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona, Gražina (They’re 12 years old girls)&lt;br /&gt;Jonė (almost 12, a girl)&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras, Robertas (They’re 12 years old boys)&lt;br /&gt;English teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT SCHOOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning. It’s about 7.30. Everyone is going to the school. It’s the last day of school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Hey, aliens! J It’s our last day when we go to the school. It’s great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: Hey! Yeah! It’s so fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone was very hearty and everyone was smiling but ugly Jonė just whinny. She hasn’t got any friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: It isn’t funny! Gražina, if you don’t have any humour – please SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Hey! Why are you screaming on me? You are so… I don’t know… odd?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: She’s so stupid - because she’s blond right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other girls approve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Girls, easy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That moment in the corridor Viktoras exclaims:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Good morning Aldona, Gražina… Hello, my sweetheart, Jonė!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is laughing.Bell is ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Hey, where is Robertas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Er, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Ok, let’s go to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That moment in the corridor ring Roberta’s echo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: WAIT FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Pupils, close the door,please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Er, Robertas is coming, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Oh, so that’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT LESSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Ok. Let’s begin our lesson. Good morning pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: Good morning teacher. Nice to see you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Nice to see you too. Ok, sit down, now open your notebooks and let’s check your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonė is saying something in the whisper:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: I’ve not prepare to this lesson…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Do you want to say anything to me, dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: YES! I HAVE NOT PREPARED MY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Oh . Why are you shouting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonė bursts into tears. All class is laughing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Please, stop it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Oh my god! Jonė – you are the best!!! Ha-ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Children, what are you doing? Don’t be so unfriendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona says in whisper for Gražina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: What are you doing, Gražina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: It’s not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas says in whisper: Whatever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: WHATEVER? You are so grim! Shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Oh, so Jonė is your friend now, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: What if yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: If the answer is yes, so you are not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona, Viktoras, Robertas in chorus: FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bell is ringing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Oh, we didn’t do anything well at this lesson. It’s very bad. Ok pupils, you haven’t got any homework because you will have your holidays… And children… Don’t be so angry. Fine holidays for you… Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: You too teacher…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: Good bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gražina alone is sitting on the broadside. Jonė arrives and says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Thank you for your understanding… And I’m sorry for those words in the morning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Oh… Nothing… Just I’m sad that my friends are angry with me now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: But they’re culpable, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Er… Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viktoras, Aldona and Robertas are coming through the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Oh, look there are our ex-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Ha-ha yeah. There is Jonė too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: They’re stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Shut up, Viktoras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Ok let’s go home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gražina bursts into tears:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: I don’t understand how can I stay with those… buggers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Easy girl… Don’t worry. Everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: I hope so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: So, are you waiting for summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Yeah! It’s my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh… Great. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: In spring on the 22nd of May. When is yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: So you are Gemini.On the 30th of March is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Yes, and you are Aries. Like my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh! Now is 9 o’clock. Where is your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: We need go to the left. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Really? Well, ok… J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Near Gražina’s house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viktoras and Aldona are standing near Gražina’s house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Hey, look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Yeah, I see… What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: We want to talk to you but we see you are “busy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Yeah, write… Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Leave her alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Oh, what I see here. You’re new friend. Congratulations, she’s “great”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Oh that was good, Aldona. Ha-ha! High five!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: SHUT UP! You are not better than Jonė!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Really? Oh that is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: It is not very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: And where is your best friend Robertas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Amm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Really, where is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: He is in the basketball training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Are you lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Don’t be silly. Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Really?…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aldona and Viktoras are thinking for a couple of minutes…:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Am… We’re going to the volleyball training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Oh yeah? So you’re playing volleyball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: DON’T LIE !!! You want that she would be your best friend again,yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Oh… There it is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: No! Viktoras want it but I positively not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Aldona don’t tell that you want to be Gražina‘s best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Jonė do you want to be our friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Sure! Because I haven’t got any friends :( Oh… Just one… Gražina it is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Well, if you do all homework and prepare for lessons… Then you can find friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: REALLY? I didn’t think about that, but I would try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras, Aldona and Gražina: Ok, then maybe you want to play volleyball with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Maybe, but I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: I haven’t got much money…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Then you can attend music school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Well, if that is free! Is it free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Music school not but volleyball yes! Do you want to attend volleyball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh of course I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras Aldona and Gražina together: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Let’s meet Robertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh yeah of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Roberta’s training&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are inside the hall… Robertas is dribbling between his friend and trying to make points. He is a good player. He is the tallest in his team. Basketball is his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Wait a minute! I’m finishing the game. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chorus: Ok of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Hey, What’s Jonė is doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: She’s our friend now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: She is very friendly and we were conciliate with Gražina and hobnob with Jonė! Robertai she promise for us always do her homework…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Oh, it’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Jonė is our friend now! Do you want to go somewhere?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The circle of one’s friends are in the meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: Ok, do you want to go to the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tohether: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: But,but... I don’t have any money…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Hey, don’t worry! There is no problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh thank you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER THE FILM…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: Hey, butties do you like this film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Oh yeah! I love ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldona: And I love dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonė: Oh, I love it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražina: Hey, where we can go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viktoras: I want pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robertas: Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: We want hamburgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Don’t be silly. No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Because we want pizza!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Oh well… Ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they went to the pizzeria and they all ate BIG BIG pizza!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Gintarė Mickevičiūtė 5th class and Otilija Pajaujytė 5th class of &lt;a href="http://www.radvilenai.kaunas.lm.lt/"&gt;Kaunas Radvilenai Secondary School &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radvilenai.kaunas.lm.lt/"&gt;Lithuania&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7000875571656243960?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7000875571656243960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7000875571656243960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7000875571656243960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7000875571656243960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/classmates.html' title='Classmates'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1336416167605961201</id><published>2008-06-02T09:35:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:00:05.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Priska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon'/><title type='text'>My real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My real life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters: Speaker 1, speaker 2, Melina, Evelyn: friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Once upon a time there were two little girls.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: They were friends.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: From nursery school.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: To primary school.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: They were together.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: Every day.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: But unfortunately their fate had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: And they had problems.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: Big problems.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: They were very poor and one of them decided to go to another country for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: So she and her family travelled to America.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: Because they had a plan too.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: They had a rich uncle there who lived alone and wanted to host them.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: But life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: That’s right.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: Nobody knew what could happen.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: After six years they decided to come back to Greece.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: They missed their home.&lt;br /&gt;SP 2: And their friends.&lt;br /&gt;SP 1: So, that’s what happened after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At the cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eveline’s mobile phone is ringing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Hello, Melina, is that you? I’m here at the café Mango since you called me to say that you’re coming. You remember the café, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Melina is coming into the café but Melina doesn’t know it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes. But I can’t see you.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Look behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Oh, my God! You’re here. Even now I can’t believe it. When did you arrive?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: This morning.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Why didn’t you tell me anything?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I wanted to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: And you did it.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Well I’ll get some coffee. (She goes) (She comes back)&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I feel strange, I almost didn’t recognize you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Neither do I. I haven’t seen you for six years.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I have so much news to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Me too. You won’t believe what happened to me. But you look so sad. What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: All these years you were so far from us I made some wrong choices but now I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: What happened? I want you to tell me everything good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I think you should talk to me first.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Ok, I have so much news!&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Do you remember, I told you I had a rich uncle in America?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Yes, what happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: His son told us that he had died a week before we got there.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: What? Then you didn’t have a place to stay!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Well, at first I thought everything was over for me. We didn’t have money, we didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: And why didn’t you come here earlier? You could live better even here. I could help you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: That was what we were planning to do but after two days David, my uncle’s son told us that his lawyer asked to talk to me and my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: What did he want?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: He showed us my uncle’s will… And the heirs were me, my mother and David.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Wow, he was very rich. You must be rich too now!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes ,I am, but before that I lived with my mother in a small flat and we didn’t have money to buy what we needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: At least you had a place to be safe. In America there are really dangerous areas.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I know I was afraid of everything. Even my home.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I understand you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I was thinking all the time that I missed my home and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Did you have any friends there?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: At first, no, when I changed my home I had some new neighbours. And they were rich, and I became one of them easily.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: You haven’t told me. How is life when you are a rich young heiress? (Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Hey I mean it, don’t you believe me? I have some photos from my new house. Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They both are looking at some pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eveline: Wow, like what we know from the movies! You are so lucky! And how was life there?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I had everything I wanted and I really enjoyed this.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: How strange you decided to come here. You had everything there!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: That’s true but I told you only the good side of this.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: What do you mean? Is there a bad side too?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes. But I don’t know. Do you really want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Why are you asking me, I am your best friend I want to know your problems to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I’m afraid you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Come on tell me what happened to you!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Well, not to me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Which means that…?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: David…&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Your uncle’s son?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes. He was almost the same age as us.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: What do you mean he “was”? Is he dead now?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: No! ! ! He is alive. And he lived in the same house with us.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: And his mother?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: She died when David was eleven years old.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: He is a good guy. We became friends.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: And..?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I could tell him every secret I had and he did the same.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: So, what happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: He, he had an accident with his car.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Is he all right?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: No, he is not. He injured his head then we thought he ‘s ok but the doctors said that he would be paralyzed all his life.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Poor David. I’m so sorry! Where is he now?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: He is with my mother at our house he has no one else to care about him. I had no one else only my mother and him.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: But you had friends.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: No, I didn’t, American children didn’t want to have friends from Greece.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: So you had David.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: At first. After two years I started making new friends like Violet. She was an actress.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: You had a friend, who was a star?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Almost. She is a really good girl, but she’s not a star.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Other friends?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Just another friend. Lita.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: So you had a friend…&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes, Lita was a poor girl not like Violet, but Lita’s father is a book publisher.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I guess you don’t want to hear about me now!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I want, but I can’t imagine what could happen to you here!&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Look, I don’t feel comfortable talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Hey. You are speaking to me now. I want to know your problems as you said before.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Well, when you left for America I was alone , I didn’t have any friends except you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I’m sorry I couldn’t stay here anymore. I just …&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: No it’s not your fault. Just the other children didn’t want to be my friends , the only children who wanted me were these guys from high school.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I can’t believe you, these guys were dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I know I know. I just wanted to be a member of a group to have friends, I couldn’t imagine what could happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Tell me everything. What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Well I suppose I’m not proud of this.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Ok, as I told you before I got some new friends so I started doing things they used to do. Melina: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: In the beginning I started going out and I come home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: And what about your parents? They always had the perfect daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I didn’t want to hurt them but I did it. We used to fight every night until I left home.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: What are you talking about? You left your own home? Where do you live now?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I came back to my parents’ home a year ago after all.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: What else? I thought the fact that you left your home was bad enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I did things which were worst than this!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: You are scaring me!&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Sorry, I was scared too.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Tell me what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Well I started drinking alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: You? I can’t believe you did it. You hated drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I hated smoking too, but I started it.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: You did not! How could you do this?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I just wanted to be like the other people of the group Mike, Tim, Linda, Malvin and Sam most of all.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Hey, you liked him.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Perhaps, he seemed to be so different. He was the leader of the young group which I wanted to join&lt;br /&gt;Melina: But you knew , you shouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I was just 13. I could easily follow them and do what they used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I don’t even want to imagine the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Neither do I, now.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I started going to new places. We used to go there with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;I became a member soon. I can say we really had fun. We did everything I wanted to do and I couldn’t. We had no limits.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: No limits? I can imagine the results.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: You can imagine nothing. Nothing as I couldn’t. But now I know.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I’m sorry, I thought…&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I mean, I wanted to live my life as I wanted, and I didn’t want anyone to tell me what’s right and what’s wrong. I wanted to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: And you were free with them?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: At least that’s what I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: But you did what they told you to do!&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I know it now.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I guess this is the happy end?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Actually I wish it was but it’s not. I haven’t told you everything yet.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Is there something else?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I started taking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Are you mad, what were you thinking of? I can’t believe I’m speaking with you. You’re not Eveline I used to know .&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: You said you wanted to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I want! Well… when I saw you I noticed that you skin is pale and you really looked so thin but I didn’t want to tell you this, I couldn’t imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: So many guys here do the same things.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Because they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Oh, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I didn’t mean you.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: At first I was ok but after a short time I became addicted&lt;br /&gt;Melina: What? I suppose you did everything Sam told you to do?&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: No I just had fun and finally I had friends, why should I change it?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I don’t know, when I left Greece at the age of 10 I couldn’t imagine you would start destroying yourself. It’s my fault I wish I hadn’t left.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: It’s ok, everything is under control now, but I should tell you I went to a clinic.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: That was the best thing you had to do.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I thank my parents every day. I would have been dead now without them.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you now. Nothing bad will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Thank you. Thank God you’re here now, I’ve missed you so much. But you didn’t tell me what happened to David next.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: David, oh he is paralyzed as I told you. He is in America in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Can he change it now? Maybe if he finds better treatment in another country…&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Well, we don’t know. I don’t think so…&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: But he is rich, isn’t he? He can do the best.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Yes, his parents had a lot of money. I suppose he did everything he could.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Maybe we can help him.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I don’t think we can. It’s not a matter of money.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: I thought when you have money you can do anything. I guess it’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: My mobile phone is ringing. It’s David!&lt;br /&gt;David , I was thinking of you know. What? I can’t hear you, what?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry… &lt;em&gt;(She’s getting out of the café)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(After a minute she comes back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eveline: What happened? What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Good news!&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Melina: A doctor in America told him that if he sees a doctor in Australia he might walk again! Well the operation is very expensive, but it’s ok. I hope he will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: So after all we’re back here at our old neighborhood together again.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Friends for ever.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Promise me you won’t leave again.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: Well, I have to go to see David after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: Oh except that.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: OK , I promise , well finish high school together.&lt;br /&gt;Eveline: You’re absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;Melina: I’m always absolutely right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They’re laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: As you see Melina has returned to her country.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: And her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: But things are different now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Her best friend became a junky.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: And she could almost have died.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: But everything is under control now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Best friends got together again.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: As in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: They have fun together now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Shopping, Cinema, out for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: They are free!!&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Their dream is to become a good doctor each.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Melina wants to help other people like David.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: And Eveline wants to help people involved in drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Drug addicts.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: We’re talking about junkies now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Sam is ill.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: He is in hospital to stay away from drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Violet is a star now at music and acting.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Even she’s only 20 she is a candidate for an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: And the gang group?&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Each one is living his life alone now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: But real friends are there when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Like the two girls.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: Melina is very happy she saw her friend and her neighbours again.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: She doesn’t want to leave again, but she promised that she and Eveline would travel around the world for holidays and she did it as she said.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: They went to America to see David.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: David’s operation was successful.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: He can walk now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: He is a writer.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: He has written 3 books.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: And his first book was the best I think.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: He wrote it for Melina and their life before and after her life in America.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: With the title.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: “My real life”&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Lita’s father published it.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 1: After this Lita and her family became rich.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker 2: Because the book was a big success in America and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by Maria Priska of the &lt;a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/"&gt;8th Geniko Lykeio Ioanninon-Greece&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1336416167605961201?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1336416167605961201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=1336416167605961201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1336416167605961201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/1336416167605961201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-real-life.html' title='My real life'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-2074945520648672791</id><published>2008-04-19T17:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:36:56.041+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Helen of Troy (no, Lithuania, I mean)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoO6SkueXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tnzvnnFKA_Y/s1600-h/pictuurree+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190977915078998386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoO6SkueXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tnzvnnFKA_Y/s400/pictuurree+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the Greek boys in front of the Municipal theatre of Ioannina ("Kampereio"). Congratulations for the credit in the English degree, Samanta:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2074945520648672791?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2074945520648672791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=2074945520648672791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2074945520648672791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/2074945520648672791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-helen-of-troy-no-lithuania-i-mean.html' title='The new Helen of Troy (no, Lithuania, I mean)'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoO6SkueXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tnzvnnFKA_Y/s72-c/pictuurree+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7195012696269796263</id><published>2008-04-19T17:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:30:31.961+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ali Pasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><title type='text'>All together in front of Ali Pasha Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoL8CkueWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fBQU7sm6Ses/s1600-h/pictuurree+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190974646608886114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoL8CkueWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fBQU7sm6Ses/s400/pictuurree+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some don't listen to the guide (me) at all. Some feel desperate from the guidance. I can see you, bad students:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7195012696269796263?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7195012696269796263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7195012696269796263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7195012696269796263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7195012696269796263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-together-in-front-of-ali-pasha.html' title='All together in front of Ali Pasha Museum'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoL8CkueWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fBQU7sm6Ses/s72-c/pictuurree+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-7792566083578168790</id><published>2008-04-19T17:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:09:59.561+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><title type='text'>The German teachers at the islet of the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoJwykueVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eetPLZ2sO-g/s1600-h/pictuurree+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190972254312102226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoJwykueVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eetPLZ2sO-g/s400/pictuurree+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the weather, Susanne and Hile, my prays didn't work that day. But it seems you were enjoying there:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7792566083578168790?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7792566083578168790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=7792566083578168790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7792566083578168790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/7792566083578168790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/german-teachers-at-islet-of-lake.html' title='The German teachers at the islet of the lake'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAoJwykueVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eetPLZ2sO-g/s72-c/pictuurree+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-3881180206943140088</id><published>2008-04-18T20:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:09:38.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>The Greek and Turkish team at the islet of the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjiiq--PKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BUMzgma2NgQ/s1600-h/pictuurree+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190647655826341026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjiiq--PKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BUMzgma2NgQ/s400/pictuurree+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Greeks and the Turks, united in a bottle of ouzo and "meze"=innards:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-3881180206943140088?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3881180206943140088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=3881180206943140088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3881180206943140088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/3881180206943140088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/greek-and-turkish-team-at-islet-of-lake.html' title='The Greek and Turkish team at the islet of the lake'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjiiq--PKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BUMzgma2NgQ/s72-c/pictuurree+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-5077185703854287865</id><published>2008-04-18T19:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:59:22.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lithuania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 3rd-10th-2008'/><title type='text'>The Lithuanian team in the Greek beauties of Parga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjgzK--PJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EWtiEFKEM90/s1600-h/pictuurree+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190645740270926994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjgzK--PJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EWtiEFKEM90/s400/pictuurree+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beauties in front of beauties:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5077185703854287865?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5077185703854287865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=5077185703854287865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5077185703854287865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5077185703854287865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/lithuanian-team-in-greek-beauties-of.html' title='The Lithuanian team in the Greek beauties of Parga'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SAjgzK--PJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EWtiEFKEM90/s72-c/pictuurree+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-4023564041019009013</id><published>2008-03-31T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:10:20.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Performance in Ioannina (Poster)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJwmVZokodI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OYJHjg7L0Js/s1600-h/afisa-copy2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJwmVZokodI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OYJHjg7L0Js/s320/afisa-copy2.jpg' alt='' style='DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099016197841362'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our poster for the performance in Ioannina (April 8th, Tuesday, 2008).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-4023564041019009013?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4023564041019009013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=4023564041019009013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/4023564041019009013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/4023564041019009013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/performance-in-ioannina.html' title='Performance in Ioannina (Poster)'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SJwmVZokodI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OYJHjg7L0Js/s72-c/afisa-copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-8798944261980646565</id><published>2008-03-29T18:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:50:15.624+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ioannina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Our first workshop in Ioannina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/R-6MBPRefFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qTa1J_3BED0/s1600-h/Ioannina_Greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183234174057610322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/R-6MBPRefFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qTa1J_3BED0/s400/Ioannina_Greece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll meet again in a project meeting (workshop) in &lt;a href="http://www.about-ioannina.gr/English_Pages/ioannina.htm"&gt;Ioannina&lt;/a&gt;, Greece from April 3rd to 10th, 2008. Students and teachers from all participating countries and schools will have common rehearsals and work together on the plays selected to be presented to the audience of this city of NW Greece. These plays are: &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/desk-of-rock.html"&gt;"The desk of Rock"&lt;/a&gt; from the Greek school, &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparkling-stars.html"&gt;"Sparkling stars*" &lt;/a&gt;from the German school, &lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-school-years.html"&gt;"My school years"&lt;/a&gt; from the Lithuanian school and "&lt;a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/romance-in-izmir.html"&gt;Friends in Izmir&lt;/a&gt;" from the Turkish school. The performance of the plays is arranged to take held at the &lt;a href="mailto:theattioa@otenet.gr"&gt;DI.PE.TH.E. of Ioannina&lt;/a&gt; theatre, the Municipal Peripheral Theatre of Ioannina, on Tuesday, April 8th, 2008 at 8 p.m. Our workshop also includes an Ancient theatre Archaeological itinerary to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dodona"&gt;Ancient Theatre of Dodoni&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicopolis"&gt;Ancient Nicopolis&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necromanteion"&gt;Necromanteion&lt;/a&gt; and the picturesque sea resort of &lt;a href="http://www.parga.gr/dynamic/"&gt;Parga&lt;/a&gt;. Students from 4 different countries of Europe will have the chance to meet each other and develop friendship that can last after their school years. Meeting each other is a way to overcome xenophobia and promote mutual respect and peace between peoples. So our project unites students and teachers from different cultures in a common scope, to express themselves through theatre. You'll have our news after the project meeting. Just wish us "success":-)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-8798944261980646565?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8798944261980646565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=8798944261980646565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8798944261980646565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/8798944261980646565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-first-workshop-in-ioannina.html' title='Our first workshop in Ioannina'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/R-6MBPRefFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qTa1J_3BED0/s72-c/Ioannina_Greece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-4148109757092932918</id><published>2008-03-23T23:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:01:14.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Bartsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvin Ruprecht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timo Zündorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Luque Serrano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Competition</title><content type='html'>The Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Charlie Peterson: 11 years, likes football, tennis etc. sport  and doesn’t like couch potatoes rainy   days and conceited girls&lt;br /&gt; 2. Craig Thomson: 12 years, didn’t pass the third class once, likes video games, TV and food  and doesn’t like apples, pretentious boys and lazy girls&lt;br /&gt; 3. Peter Valentine: 11 years is rich, likes beautiful girls, parachuting and golf and doesn’t like trains, thugs and his little sister&lt;br /&gt; 4. Christine Applebee 12 Years: likes buy jewellery and to go to beauty centres, doesn’t like foolish boys, tomatoes and chips.&lt;br /&gt;5. The teacher&lt;br /&gt;6. Another boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boys are in  the school yard. When they see each other they walk towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig :&lt;em&gt;( nice voice)&lt;/em&gt; Hello, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: You’re right since  nursery school &lt;em&gt;(laughs a bit).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: In which form are you two?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Craig: 5D&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What a coincidence, &lt;em&gt;(with his hands on his chest)&lt;/em&gt; me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; (They are interrupted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:  Hi, I’m Christine. What are your names?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Hi, I’m Craig.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: My name is Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Are you in class 5D?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yes we are, and you?&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Yeah what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The bell to start the school year rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Well school starts. See you all later. &lt;em&gt;(waves and goes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Christine: So I got to go and see my friends. See you later. &lt;em&gt;(goes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Peter: Bye, see you in the classroom, Craig. &lt;em&gt;(goes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Craig stays a bit alone and then he sighs and goes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The boys are in the classroom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: &lt;em&gt;(whispers with a surprised voice)&lt;/em&gt; Have you seen Christine, she is beautiful like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Yes, she is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Where is Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: He is sitting a few rows behind us. &lt;em&gt;(Points his  finger to the rows behind them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Peter: Ok. Can you see Christine anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: No, maybe she is still outside.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Well, let us take care of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The bell rings and Charlie joins them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: What were you two talking about? &lt;br /&gt;Peter: About nothing and what were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: I was talking with a guy in the classroom and he is really nice. His name is …&lt;br /&gt;Craig &lt;em&gt;(interrupts him):&lt;/em&gt; No one wants to know it, so what do you think about Christine?&lt;br /&gt;Some voice: Come on Charlie, I want to show you something&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: So I have to go to see him. See you two after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie goes away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yes, see you.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Bye &lt;em&gt;(and waves with a hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The three friends meet after school)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Hi, do you want to come to my house? I have many video games.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Ok, and you?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: No, let´s go to my place. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: You are right. I totally forgot that you are rich.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Yes, but I have to go home and tell my mom and get some video games. Go without me, I will come later.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Ok, see you later.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Do you know where I am living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Craig thinks a bit)&lt;/em&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Craig: Ohm no.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Then I am going to send a limousine to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Craig goes away and Charlie and Peter go the opposite way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: So where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: What? And for this short distance you want to send a limousine?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Um.. yeah… why not?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: I don’t know maybe because it is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: No, the limousine belongs to my family so it is not expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: What,  you have got a limousine?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I have many other things that you do not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; (They arrive and go in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they are inside a butler comes towards  them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Butler: How are you feeling today, sir?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Fine&lt;br /&gt;Butler: Oh, you brought a friend, my name is Jasper. I am the butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Oh, my name is Charlie, nice to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oh, before I forget it, could you please tell the driver that he must fetch another friend. He lives on Park Street, number eight,  his name is Craig Thompson&lt;br /&gt;Butler: I will tell  him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: We are going to go to my room now.  I will call if I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Peter is showing Charlie his house when suddenly the doorbell rings)&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: That must be Craig&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Let’s go to the entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Peter and Charlie go to the entrance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Whoa, I knew you were rich but this is amazing. When the limousine came, I thought that someone wanted to kidnap me&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Sorry that I didn’t tell you that. So let us go to my room now.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: A moment please, I’ll take the things that I brought and then we can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They walk to  a room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: So what are we going to play first.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Nothing I want to talk about something with you.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: What?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Surely about  Christine.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: And?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Who thinks that Christine is interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Peter and Craig look  at Charlie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Yes, I find that she is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: And you? &lt;em&gt;(looks at Craig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Yes, I like her a bit. Why do you want to know it?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Because  I want her to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: And what about us?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: But I want her as girlfriend, too!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: So this is going to be a competition, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: You are right! So we are now rivals.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: What? We are rivals? That’s not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Charlie and Craig go away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 5 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion at  school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Hey, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Nothing I forgot my videogames at your home. Could you please give them back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I’ll tell my butler to bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Charlie arrives and then  Christine comes and joins  Craig and Peter and Charlie turns and goes to them but not directly to the group)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: How are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Fine and you?&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Fine, where is Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: I am over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Goes to the group)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I have to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Craig: No, you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yes, I have to. Christine, we three like you and want to have you as our girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Whoa, just a moment (yelling)… you do what?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: &lt;em&gt;(annoying voice)&lt;/em&gt; Well done, Peter. Nowshe is going to be the girlfriend of no one of us&lt;br /&gt;Christine: I didn’t say that I don’t like you boys but that is too fast, and I can’t be the girlfriend of the three of you&lt;br /&gt;Craig: We could have a competition to see who is the best and to see who you like the most.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: We could see who has the most money of us.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: No that is unfair. We could see who is the best at sport.&lt;br /&gt;Craig:  That is unfair; too: We could play a video game and see who is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The boys go on arguing wildly when suddenly Christine yells)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: Stop it! I’ll decide what you are going to do, let me think a day about it and tomorrow I’ll tell you what you’ve got to do. So see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christine goes away. The boys look at each other and then they leave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: I have decided  that you have got to kick a teacher in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;Craig: What? But tha…&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Charlie: Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Craig takes a deep breath and says)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Ok I will do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The three  goes to a teacher and Christine stays a bit behind them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter &lt;em&gt;(whispering):&lt;/em&gt; So are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Craig and Charlie  nod and then the three kick the teacher and  the teacher turns and says)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Teacher : Ouch  that hurt, you three come with me to the head teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Peter whispers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Yes, we did it!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: But where is Christine?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Come on what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Craig : There she is &lt;em&gt;(points with his finger to her and she is standing there with another boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Peter : So she betrayed us&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Come on let us be  friends again and never fight each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At this time a girl walks past  them. The  three boys look at the girl then they smile at each other)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Ah forget that girl. Do you want to come to my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They are leave the stage talking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;strong&gt;  The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:  Manuel Luque Serrano,Marcus Bartsch, Timo Zündorf, Marvin Ruprecht&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt;Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert-Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-4148109757092932918?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4148109757092932918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=4148109757092932918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/4148109757092932918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/4148109757092932918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/competition.html' title='The Competition'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-5025989017066187312</id><published>2008-03-23T23:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:02:36.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Bartsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvin Ruprecht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timo Zündorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Luque Serrano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvin Czichy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><title type='text'>Holiday camp</title><content type='html'>Holiday camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters: Glena, Margo, Janine, Joshua, Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the holiday season in L.A. Glen, Margo, Janine and Joshua are in a holiday camp. Pedro is the person in charge of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Glen, come to me please.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: What’s up Pedro?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Wash the dishes, please!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Pedro we have been here for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: I know. But wash the dishes, please.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Margo, darling come here.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Okay. What´s going on?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Can you help me with the dishes, please?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Oh, yes I can.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: But why do we have to wash the dishes if we haven’t cooked anything yet?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Because we couldn’t wash the dishes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine is sobbing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: What’s wrong Janine?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I haven’t got any friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: And I haven’t got any friends at home.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Oh, is it true?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Joshua, have you got a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Well.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro enters the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Hey, you two, can you cook a meal after the others have washed the dishes, please?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ok, Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Janine, what’s happened?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Oh, it’s nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: You can tell me if you want to do. If not, all right.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I haven’t got friends any here. That’s my problem.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Oh, maybe I can help you to find friends.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Oh, really? That would be really nice, Pedro!&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua comes in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Janine, I have heard it all. I want to be your friend. OK?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Oh, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: OK, everything is all right, isn´t it?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ok, let’s cook a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the meal. Janine walks around looking happy. At the same time Joshua and Margo are in front of the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hm, this night is very nice and quiet, isn’t it Margo?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Oh, yes it is, Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: This night is so nice, it shouldn’t end.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Well, I like the sun more than the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo smiles. Then Glen appears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Hey Margo, it’s very cold, isn’t it? Let´s go into the tent before we catch cold.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: I think that’s right. Good night, Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: &lt;em&gt;(hesitantly)&lt;/em&gt; Good night Margo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning. After breakfast Janine and Joshua go back to their tent. Margo and Glen are standing in front of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Margo.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Yes, what’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Margo, I don’t like to see you with Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: But we just talk when…&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Margo, I just want the best for us. You know.&lt;br /&gt;Margo &lt;em&gt;(sighs)&lt;/em&gt; Glen, I will do what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Joshua comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Margo, have you got some time to talk?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: We are sorry but we haven’t got any time, have we, Margo?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Oh, we really haven’t got any time and we must go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro comes into the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: And Janine, how do you like Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Oh, he is very friendly. We often talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: OK I must go now, because I have to plan something. It’s a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Ok Pedro, see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro leaves the tent. He goes back into his tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro speaks to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Ok, today we want to hear what you think about our camp. Have you a got question? A wish? Or something else?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Yes, I have a question. We just stay into our tents. Will there be any activities?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: I have planned a trip, but real activities, no.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Can you tell us about the trip, please?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: I am sorry, but no.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: I can’t tell you that. Go back to your tents now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo and Glen are very quiet. Then Janine wants to speak with the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Why are you two so quiet? Have you a problem? Can I help?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hey, Janine just wanted to help you!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Leave us alone! We want to stay alone!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Shut up, or, or …&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Or what?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Then you will feel my fist in your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro appears&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Don’t fight you two! Haven’t you two got any discipline? Maybe you two should go to bed earlier then the others! Go to bed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro leaves the tent. Margo and Janine go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Let us be friends, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Yes, ok. It was just a fight about the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Hey, what is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Who fought? Us or you two?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Sorry, but I don’t care. I want to know what you meant!&lt;br /&gt;Margo: I mean that you two should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I think that’s the best thing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Ok, good night.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning. Margo and Janine leave the tent. Glen and Joshua are now alone in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: I know what Margo meant yesterday. She meant that it was just your fault. You must say Joshua, I am very clever, don´t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: You know that’s not true Glen! You shouted, not me!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Be quiet! What you are saying is as stupid as you are!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ah, shut up you silly thing! You can just fight, can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: No, but you can just fight, can’t you? Well, I won’t speak with a guy who is as silly as, as … as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Pedro comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: How often must I say it? You shouldn’t fight!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I thought we are friends Glen, but it was wrong to think that. I won’t speak a word with you again, Glen!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Nice, I will do the same…&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: That’s enough!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I understand you, Pedro. I´m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua leaves the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: And you, Glen, tell me what happened!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Ah, he said that I am silly, but he is just jealous that I am more intelligent than he is!&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: And that’s all?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro leaves the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua walks up to Janine and Margo. He wants to talk to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hi Janine, hi Margo.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Hi Josh, what’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Oh, it’s all right.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: And what’s with the noise from the tent?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Oh, that was nothing. But how are you two? Are you fine?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Yes, everything´s cool. But what was going on in the tent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glen hears the conversation. He is getting angry. Glen goes to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Hey, what are you saying, Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I said I won’t speak a word with you. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Leave Margo alone!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hey, what …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Glen pushes Joshua. Joshua falls. He doesn´t say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Pedro! Please come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro comes. He looks at Joshua, then at Glen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Pedro, I …&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Leave us alone. Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glen goes back to his tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Joshua, are you all right? Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ah, yes, I´m okay.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: I think the best thing for you is to go to my tent.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ok Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro and Joshua go to Pedro’s tent. Janine and Margo go to Glen because they want to know why he has done that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Why did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: You two must understand me. I don’t want to lose Margo!&lt;br /&gt;Margo: You already have. I don’t want to be with someone who is as evil as you are!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: But Margo, I…&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Not but, it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo leaves the tent. Glen is very sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Glen, I can understand you, but what now?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: I don’t know what I should do. Leave me alone, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine leaves the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Glen is alone. He thinks what he should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: That’s all Margo’s fault! Without her Joshua and I would be friends. But could it be my fault, too? I would get along with Joshua, but I … No, no and no! It can´t stay like is. I don´t want to get along with Joshua, but… enough! I want to stay away from then until the time is good for… I don’t know for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the afternoon Pedro speaks to the others. It’s about the “trip”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we will go on a trip. I just want to remind you because I was sure that you would forget it. Now go back to your tents!&lt;br /&gt;Glen, Margo, and Janine go back to their tents. No one says a word. Then Joshua comes in.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Joshua, are you fine?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yes, I am fine. And what about you?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: It’s all right, isn´t it, Margo?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Well, has Pedro told you about the trip?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: No, he hasn’t. What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Margo: He said that the trip was tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly Pedro shouts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Joshua, Margo, can you two come to me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo and Joshua leave the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Hey, Janine, I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: What’s wrong, Glen?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: I don’t know what I should do. Should I make peace with Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Well, I think you should.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: I will make peace with him when it’s the right time.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I think that’s a good idea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margo and Glen come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Pedro says that the trip will be tomorrow evening. Isn’t that great?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Yes, it is a good change.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I think the best thing I can do now is to sleep. Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: I think for me it’s the best, too. Good night Janine, good night Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene12:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine and Glen leave the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Now I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Damn, but I think it’s the best time for it.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Ok, but how can I reconcile with Margo? I don´t want her as an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I could speak with Margo if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Glen: You would do that for me? Thank you very much Janine! I don’t know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;Janine: It’s okay Glen. I will do that in the morning. Good night, Glen!&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Good night, Janine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glen and Janine go into the tent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning Janine wakes up Margo earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Hey Margo!&lt;br /&gt;Margo: &lt;em&gt;(yawning).&lt;/em&gt; What’s going on, Janine?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I must talk to you, Margo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They both leave the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Ok, what do you want to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Janine: I want to ask you what Glen must do to get back together with you.&lt;br /&gt;Margo: I think if he and Joshua were friends again, I would take him back! Tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They go back to the tent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua leaves the tent. But suddenly he falls. He can’t move.. He can´t shout. Glen is near him. He sees what happened. He helps Joshua and he brings him to Pedro’s tent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Joshua regains consciousness, no one is in the tent. He feels better than before. When he leaves the tent he sees Glen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Well rested?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Oh, Glen, did you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: I just did my duty. And I have a question.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Glen: Would you be my friend again and for ever? Like in old times?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Oh yes, I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine and Margo come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo: Pedro told us what you have done. Will we be best friends for ever like before the fight?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yes, we will!&lt;br /&gt;Janine: Now everything is okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: Yes it is. And now it’s a happy …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…end&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Manuel Luque Serrano,Marcus Bartsch, Timo Zündorf, Marvin Ruprecht and Marvin Czichy.&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"&gt;Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert-Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5025989017066187312?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5025989017066187312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056611518075525901&amp;postID=5025989017066187312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5025989017066187312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056611518075525901/posts/default/5025989017066187312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/holiday-camp.html' title='Holiday camp'/><author><name>Stergios Nastopoulos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05401759121087370009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056611518075525901.post-1781862794784577348</id><published>2008-03-23T22:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:03:27.510+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda Unverricht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An L.A. story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivia Kosciuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Harms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An L.A. story!</title><content type='html'>An L.A. story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters: Liz, Maya, Fernando, the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/
