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Here you are a link to know more about Dickens and his birth city.
http://www.voanews.com/templates/widgetDisplay.html?id=138810264&player=article

My version of David Copperfield

David Copperfield Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally acquainted, first, that I was destined to be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all unlucky infants of either gender, born towards the small hours on a Friday night.

And to tell the truth, both predictions, unfortunately for me, became true. Hardly had I stuck my head out into this world when twelve strikes sent to my biological clock a signal. And my miserable life began right after this moment as if my life was predestined to be a race against myself.  When my eyes opened to life and my throat gave its first crying, my mother was lying in a rickety cot  placed in a dark corner of one of the two rooms that made up my home. The other room was a small kitchen with so little furniture that it seemed to be empty. It is worth mentioning  two of the objects that stood out from the rest, however: the wall clock and the wood  stove. If the first one marked my time for the rest of my life,  the second saved me from dying of cold.

Wrapped in old pieces of cloth,  my mother held me in her lap under the curious gaze of the neigbors who came in and out as if  I was the first child they had ever seen. That cold Friday night was literally pouring with rain and the floor of the house was getting covered with a thick layer of mud and water brought, little by little, stuck to the shoes soles and to the hem of the dresses of those nosy women. That was because the front and only door of my shabby house gave onto one of the narrow lanes that there were in that slum at the back of the shoe polish factory. My street was not asphalted as were not the most streets int the suburb, so it became an authentic mire in  rainy days like this.

Pilates Method

I am sure you all have heard about Pilates, haven´t you? Ok, but maybe you don´t know very much about this way of exercise the body, so here you have sites where you can find everything you want to learn. Well, if I bring this matter up is because the other day when we were at the sports centre doing yoga exercises I could find some similarity between both yoga and pilates. As a former pilates practitioner I want to tell you that is an excellent method to keep your body fit and helthy. You will probably wonder why I stopped doing it if I have this positive opinion about it? The answer is this course and all the time I  need to follow it. Nevertherless, as soon I have time, I will go back. I have no doubt.

Did you know that pilates was originally used as a rehabilitation programme for  prisioners of war?

http://pilates.about.com/od/whatispilates/a/WhatIsPilates.htm

http://www.lincolnpilatesmethod.com/