Grunberg Sils-Maria photos for sale (explicit content) !

http://www.marktplaats.nl/index.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fboeken.marktplaats.nl%2Fliteratuur%2F317563040-arnon-grunberg-onthullende-foto-s.html

Please also see my other advertisements.

I am nearly french and I live in Amsterdam . I trying to make a movie about the shoah in Almsterdam. I have allready filmed some hours and I would like to film you, to met you first, to make you understand wat I am doing. I have just a little production in Israël and no more ( for the moment ). I have the impression to send a bottle in the see.

How about camping?

Looking at all the luxurious resorts you usually visit, I am allready looking forward to your 'campingwithfamily'-project.

Gilles

Please, contact Johannes van der Sluis:
johannes@arnongrunberg.com

Monique

It's holiday with...

I.e. not necessarily a camping vacation.

Johannes, your advertisements make my heart bleed. No, seriously.

Elopement

Arnon,

Is she pretty?

Bernard

I understand. The photos have been sold, I'm sorry.
But you can still buy a printer for example or some massage products an other stuff; basically everything a person needs to survive in this world is available.
Really cheap and high quality products.
Happy bidding!

Cautionary tale

In May 2007 I checked into this hotel. At the reception desk I ran into a work aquantance (who, as a side, was staying in the Al Capone suite, as I trust you were). We were early and our rooms were not ready yet, so we decided to have lunch together in the courtyard. The bell captain took our suitcases from us, gave each of us one of these baggage-receipts and said that our suitcases would be placed in our respective rooms when they were allocated to us. Upon arrival in my room in the early afternoon I found my suitcase waiting for me there. To this day, my lunch companion has never seen his suitcase again. It just went missing, and despite the Biltmore staff turning the entire Biltmore hotel upside down, the suitcase was gone. Although he was compensated by the Biltmore, the suitcase's owner was not exactly happy about the three suits that were in the suitcase being gone. This was the only time ever that I witnessed or heard a story like this about a hotel. (an otherwise very pleasant hotel, no less)
So, caution at the Biltmore...

Eva

That happens when you travel without a personal assistant who can schlep your suitcase to your room and help you with the groceries.
Your “work acquaintance” must be a socialist, or perhaps even worse, a communist.
Traveling without an assistant, I’m utterly disgusted.
And then this acquaintance of yours dares to blame the Biltmore. A commie, if ever there was one.