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No, they have not. This is a bullshit urban myth and has thoroughly been disproved. People were interviewed in the region, only one dude remembers like 4 dogs or something, and no one else remembers anything of this sort. Complete fabrication. Stop misinforming people.

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In case you're curious where the place in the first photo is and don't know, it's Bucharest, Romania. The building is the Military Academy/National University of Defense "Carol I". The statue is named "The Monument of the Homeland's Heroes", for those who died in WWII, and was inaugurated in 1957.

Not my parents, but my grandma.

My grandma (the blonde lady) was divorced with four children after a bad marriage. She became lieutenant in the Mexican army, since she hails from a family with military and political influence. Divorced women carried an stigma in Mexican society, and she couldn’t remarry (she wanted to) until the 90’s.

These are some of her pictures when she went to the USSR for political reasons. She told me she was kidnapped and kept in a room because the Soviets thought she was an US spy as she didn’t look Mexican (she is of German, Austrian, and Danish ancestry) like her compatriots. However, everything was cleared, and she was allowed to go.

Apparently being mistaken for another nationality runs in the family.

OveralI look up to her a lot. She was very strong and had to struggle a lot in her youth as a single mother to give her children (my Mom being one of them) a good life.

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Brutal and beautiful. Flawed and trippy. A wild meditation on fate, religion, hypocrisy and man's inferiority to nature.

Nicolas Winding Refn’s Valhalla Rising (2009)

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Lost Generation.

I’m a part of Lost Generation

and I refuse to believe that

I can change the world

I realize this may be a shock but

“Happiness comes from within”

is a lie, and

“Money will make me happy”

So in thirty years I’ll tell my children

They are not the most important thing in my life

My employer will know that

I have my priority straight because

Work

Is more important than

Family

I tell you this

Once upon a time

Families stay together

But this will not be true in my era

This is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

Thirty years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope

And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.

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Be still my heart, I age by years at the mention of your name

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Sadness to follow a whole lifetime. Opeth - Soldier of Fortune (Deep Purple cover)

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Varys gave a long weary sigh, the sigh of a man who carried all the sadness of the world in a sack upon his shoulders. “The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that’s true, Lord Eddard, tell me... why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?"

G.R.R. Martin - A Game of Thrones

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because this song comes back as an obsession, never as a one time thing

Remember, whatever It seems like forever ago

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Drawn by the lovely and talented Marta @ howtovisualizeyourweakness

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AC I

Finished Assassin's Creed I. Awesome game. However, whoever designed the last mission and the Robert de Sable fights must be beaten with a bag of smashed keyboards. Safety and peace.

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"Why do you read so much?" Tyrion looked up at the sound of the voice. Jon Snow was standing a few feet away, regarding him curiously. He closed the book on a finger and said, "Look at me and tell me what you see." The boy looked at him suspiciously. "Is this some kind of trick? I see you. Tyrion Lannister." Tyrion sighted. "You rare remarkably polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf. You are what, twelve?" "Fourteen," the boy said. "Fourteen, and you're taller than I will ever be. My legs are short and twisted, and I walk with difficulty. I require a special saddle to keep from falling off my horse. A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. It was either that or ride a pony. My arms are strong enough, but again, too short. I will never make a swordsman. Had I been born a peasant, they might have left me out to die, or sold me to some slaver's grotesquerie. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn't you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind . . . and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge." Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. "That's why I read so much, Jon Snow."

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“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No,’ says the man in Washington, ‘it belongs to the poor.’ ‘No,’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘it belongs to God.’ ‘No,’ says the man in Moscow, ‘it belongs to everyone.’ I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.”

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Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong!

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Look, Mr. Bubbles. It's an angel! I can see light coming from his belly. Wait a minute... he's still breathing. It's alright. I know he'll be an angel soon.

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"What can I do with this one, Aphrodite? She - won't - stay - still! I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out wrong! That one, too fat! This one, too tall! This one, too symmetrical! And now... What's this, Goddess? An intruder?! He's ugly! Ugly! Ugly! UGLYYYYYYYY!"