Casper & You

Hi, I am Michael. I live in beautiful Norway in the meantime. Casper was my nick name when I served as a volunteer in the Red Cross society/first aid teams. I am still so friendly, and that is my fortune. Please feel free to ask me anything you like to.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Peace out

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On our way back

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Kristian in an acrobatic pause

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under the rock

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About Me

Michael Khatcherian: Stavanger, Rogaland, Norway; A very simple person, so friendly as Casper and has two aims in this life: *To leave an impression in this world *To be a source of joy and happiness to people.

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