Considerations of a traveler with Usher Syndrome

Other photos of the trip I recently returned from a wonderful trip to Morocco. It was since a while that I was not traveling alone, but in recent years I have traveled a lot, especially between 2008 and 2010, when for almost two years I traveled the world aboard a vessel of ferrocement .
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The music for an hearing impaired

I have not written about music yet. In a blog of/for the deaf and hearing impaired (and blind and visually impaired) it should have be a topic of prime importance to deal with at the third post or so. This involuntary delay befits a recent thinking on my relationship with music.
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The prince and the white cane

Once upon a time there was a young prince named Serhu. He was the son of a king who found himself without a kingdom, following a revolt of his people. The prince was born when the kingdom of Retinitis was at the height of its splendor, but a few years after his birth, a severe famine had brought misery among the people, so that it looked like a blanket of darkness had enveloped all spirits and all things. The prince grew up without knowing the noble blood flowing through his veins, that nothing made him think of being different from his other friends, who, like him, had to struggle for survival, trying to earn every day something to eat and a few pieces of wood to warm the winter nights. Although Serhu did not know that his fate could be that of a prince, his character was that of a man, however brave and combative, and soon distinguished himself from all others for some unusual magical power. One day he picked up a branch of a tree, perfectly straight, with no blemishes or other ramifications.
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