Appudu chusa malli tana puku ni ado oka swarga dwaram naku.Nenu ventane dani puku chusi nakadam start chesa tanu hmm aaahhh hmmm aaaahhh antu aravadam...start chesindi naa nalukatho dani puku lo unna rasalanni kavadam start chesaa koddi sepu ala nakanuTanu inka naa valla kadu ra babu pettu ra nee sulla ni naa puku lo please dani matalu naku chala nachai appudu nenu dani paiki vachi naa sulla nii dani puku meeda petti ala ala adincha ala chesi naa sulla ni koddiga lopalaki tosa abba annadi dengu. Even though it was a warm summer evening, only a few people gathered outside. Nobody paid attention to me storming out into the garden, panting and with tears in my eyes. Small groups of people were just standing around, being engaged in conversations. I sat down alone on a secluded wooden bench that was located near the hedge marking the border to the neighbor's garden. Sitting down, all my emotions just brake through at once. The tears began running down my face, trickling down on the lawn. Or I would have enjoyed a nice, 9-8 slugfest -- with us pulling it out with a walk-off homer in -- say -- the eleventh inning. Something like that would have been pretty cool. Some of the sportswriters already had been complaining that our World Series with the Mets had lacked drama. They'd said that the games (outside of the tension-filled 1-0 Mets victory in Game Two) had been pretty prosaic affairs.With all these home fans screaming for us -- many of them not even yet born when Baltimore had. I read part of them then went to the national security briefing on the second floor. There is where I had an unusual awakening. Iran was in worse shape than previously thought.Their military was now getting paid with script and not cash, not even every week but every other week. The script could be deposited and then drawn against to buy food and fuel when it was available. Cash was rare except for the ruling class.All payments to the surrogate terrorist groups were stopped. The Iranians were.