#Jewish Traveling Tips

[tipstorah]

Traveling Tips from the Torah

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Travel has been an intrinsic part of the human experience, often prompting reflection and a sense of discovery. The Torah, a foundational text of Jewish tradition, offers insights that can enhance the journey, both physically and spiritually. Herein, we explore several travel tips derived from the teachings and narratives of the Torah.

First and foremost, one of the central themes in the Torah is the importance of preparation. In the Book of Exodus, the Israelites are commanded to prepare for their exodus from Egypt. This preparation included gathering provisions, planning their route, and ensuring their families were ready for the journey ahead (Exodus 12:11). This principle underscores the significance of meticulous planning before embarking on any trip. Travelers are encouraged to research their destinations, make itineraries, and pack wisely, taking into consideration the necessities for their journey.

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Furthermore, the Torah emphasizes the value of community and companionship in travel. In Leviticus 19:34, it is stated that one should love the stranger as oneself, highlighting the interconnectedness of humanity. Traveling in groups not only enhances safety but also fosters shared experiences and mutual support. As pilgrims and caravans journeyed together in ancient times, modern travelers can similarly benefit from the camaraderie and enriched perspectives that arise from shared adventures.

Another vital lesson from the Torah is the importance of mindfulness during travel. The narrative of the Israelites wandering in the desert serves as a reminder to embrace the journey itself rather than hastily focusing on the destination. This principle encourages travelers to remain present, savoring each moment and appreciating the landscapes and cultures encountered along the way. The teachings found in Deuteronomy 10:19, which urge compassion for the disadvantaged, further remind travelers to approach their journeys with kindness, engaging respectfully with local communities.

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Lastly, the Torah presents a perspective on travel as a means of personal growth and spiritual exploration. As one traverses new landscapes and cultures, there lies an opportunity for profound self-discovery and reflection. The experiences gained can lead to greater understanding, empathy, and connection with others. The journey can become a metaphor for life's own travels, where challenges and triumphs contribute significantly to one's character.

In conclusion, the Torah offers timeless travel tips that resonate across generations. Through preparation, fostering community, practicing mindfulness, and pursuing personal growth, travelers can embark on journeys that are not only enriching but also transformative. As travelers take to the roads and skies, these guiding principles can enhance their experiences, leading to deeper insights and meaningful connections with the world around them.

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The Jewish Laws of Travelling

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The Jewish laws of travelling, rooted in centuries of religious tradition, are shaped by a confluence of scriptural directives, rabbinic interpretations, and communal customs. These laws not only govern the physical aspects of travel but also imbue the journey with spiritual significance, reflecting the deep value placed on holiness, safety, and ethical conduct within Jewish life.

Central to the laws of travelling is the concept of "Halakhah," which encompasses the legal framework guiding Jewish practice. One of the critical considerations is the Sabbath, a holy day observed from Friday evening to Saturday evening during which travel is restricted. The prohibition against work and activities, including travel, serves to sanctify the day and encourages spiritual reflection. Exceptionally, circumstances such as illness or emergencies may permit travel, but even here, practitioners are urged to prioritize the observance of the Sabbath where possible.

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Another significant aspect is the preparation that precedes travel. Prior to setting out, individuals often engage in prayers, such as "Tefilat Haderech," the Traveler's Prayer, which beseeches divine protection and guidance throughout the journey. This prayer reflects the intrinsic belief in God’s sovereignty over all pathways and the importance of seeking divine favor during transitions, whether they be short journeys or extensive travels.

Moreover, Jewish law stipulates ethical considerations that must be upheld during travel. The commandments of honesty, respect for others, and compassion extend onto the road; thus, individuals are enjoined to treat fellow travelers with kindness and to engage in responsible conduct. The principle of "Pikuach Nefesh," the preservation of life, further underscores the imperative for safety, mandating that the lives of oneself and others be prioritized above many other religious obligations.

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In contemporary times, the application of these laws may evolve in response to modern travel methods and societal changes. Nonetheless, the foundational principles remain relevant, serving to enrich spiritual life during travel and fostering a conscious approach to Jewish identity on the journey. In conclusion, the Jewish laws of travelling encompass a rich tapestry of spiritual and ethical directives that guide individuals in harmonizing their travels with their faith, ensuring that every journey is not merely a physical passage but also a profound opportunity for reflection and growth.

[deliciouskeys]

Spending these Christmas/New Year’s days of madness in Manhattan. I actually like the crowds lol (now that I don’t live here). Midtown is mayhem of course: Saks Fifth Avenue, Rockefeller Plaza, Bryant Park winter village and Times Square are complete 1 mile per hour pedestrian gridlock, and god help anyone who attempts to drive through there, but above 60th and below 34th things are pretty normal.

It’s also always a good time to scope out fic locations for canon set largely in NYC 😏

I still want a Vought Christmas special to happen in-show

[citybreaks]

If you're planning your first European adventure, make Kraków, Poland, your top destination! This city is rich in history and culture, with stunning architecture. Explore iconic sites like Wawel Castle and the vibrant Main Market Square, where art and street performers come alive.

Don't miss out on Kraków's culinary delights — think pierogi, żurek, and creamy sernik. Dive into the city's cultural scene with festivals year-round, like the magical Christmas Market or the lively Jewish Festival.

And if you're feeling adventurous, take a day trip to the breathtaking Wieliczka Salt Mine or the Tatra Mountains for some outdoor fun. Kraków promises unforgettable experiences and memories that will last a lifetime. Start your journey here!

[yelenasdiary]

KINKMAS WANDA X FEM READER VAGUELY CHRISTMAS TREE SHAPED DILDO AS A GAG GIFT BUT SHE ACTUALLY GOES THROUGH WITH IT

A Very Naughty Gift

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Summary: You got Wanda a little naughty gift as a joke, but to your surprise, she’s into it. 

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Warnings: Top! Wanda, Bottom! Reader, Use of Sex Toys (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Mommy Kink | 1.2K

AC: Thank you for sending this! Ya’ll just bear with me when trying to describe this toy lmao! I hope you all enjoy! x

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The living room was a litter of mess, torn up wrapping paper covered the small spot between you and Wanda, the two of you loving the gifts you got one another. Although Wanda was Jewish, she liked the spirit of Christmas morning and being able to allow her inner child to feel the love and excitement of Christmas. 

You looked at Wanda with a cheeky grin, hiding the very last gift behind your hand. 

“What are you up too?” Wanda asked curiously. 

“Its just a little something that I saw, and I couldn’t leave it there” you replied, pulling the wrapped gift out from behind your back and handing it to her. 

Wanda squinted her eyes slightly as she began to tear off the wrapping paper to find a bright green box in her lap, “cheeky!” She grinned before lifting the lid. Your eyes filled with mischief as she pulled out the holiday themed toy. A dildo in the shape of a Christmas tree. It’s silicone color a burgundy pearlescent with plenty of girth for pleasure as it was wrapped with small balls for ornaments, fake bows, gifts at its base and of course, the tip rounded and smooth with tiny stars.

The toy was truly a work of art, something Wanda definitely didn’t expect. A playful smile spread across her lips as she looked up at you, “something tells me that you didn’t just buy with as a joke” she spoke.

Your cheeks turning red at her words, “I mean…if you’re into it” you paused for a moment, your eyes dropping to the silicone toy in her hands. Wanda’s eyes darkened with desire as she watched you eyeing off the toy, “I think you want mommy to use this on you, don’t you sweetheart” she said, breaking the silence as you looked back into her eyes. 

“It’s a little hard for mommy to believe you just saw this and thought about how funny it would be to wrap it up for Christmas” she added, leaning towards you, “I think my little angel saw this and got turned on by the idea of having mommy bury this deep inside you, isn’t that right?” She whispered, her voice low. 

All you could do was nod at her words, her lowered voice sending a throb to your core. “Use your words baby, don’t make mommy read that dirty mind you have” Wanda purred. Your breath quickened as your girlfriend moved closer to you, placing the toy beside her while one hand slowly brushed against the inside of your thighs, wearing nothing but panties and an oversized old t-shirt. “Y-yes mommy” you admitted in a stutter. 

“Mmm, I know you too well baby” her lips inches from yours, sending shivers down your spine, “let mommy take care of you darling” she added in a low husky voice. 

“Please, mommy” you begged before her lips kissed you deeply. Her free hand still traveling ever so slowly up your inner thighs. “Mommy!” You moaned softly between kisses. 

“Patience my love, mommy wants to taste you first” she spoke softly, moving her lips to your neck, trailing down to the collar of your t-shirt. Her talented hand already pulling your panties down to your ankles, “god, darling” she looked up at you, “you have no idea what you do to mommy, do you? My clueless little angel” she added as she made herself comfortable between your thighs. 

She began kissing the inside of your thighs, teasing you just a little more before finally her lips reached your glistening pussy. She blew gently against your swollen folds, making you shudder before she buried her tongue deep inside you without warning. “F-fuck!” You moaned in slight surprise, you felt her smirk briefly against your cunt before her tongue began flicking and swirling around your clit, driving you insane. 

“M-mommy! Feels s’good!” You cried out, your hips beginning to thrust upwards to meet her mouth with every stroke. Wanda’s tongue slid effortlessly inside your tight hole while she brought her thumb to your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

“Please! Wanna cum!” You moaned. 

“Not yet, my sweet” Wanda whispered, pulling away momentarily as she reached for the silicone toy with her free hand. Her fingers wrapping around the thick trunk while her tongue replaced her thumb at your clit, swirling light circles around your bundle of nerves. She positioned the toy at your entrance, running the tip through your folds a few times before slowly pushing the festive toy inch by inch into your soaked pussy. 

“Fu-fuck!” You moaned, your eyes widened as the toy filled you with a unique sensation, its girth brushing against your walls perfectly as Wanda used the toy to stretch you out. “Oh god!” You gasp, your hands gripping tightly on to the rug you lay on. Wanda smiled proudly as she watched you take the entire toy, your moans and whimpers music to her ears, she couldn’t wait to add this to her strap later on. 

“You’re doing such a good job for mommy baby, taking me so well” she praised, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. “Feels so f-fucking good” you cried, throwing your head back as your walls clenched around the fake cock. Wanda took that as your green light and slowly began to thrust the toy in and out of your pussy, pushing it further with each thrust. 

Your moans filled the room as Wanda admired the way your cunt wrapped perfectly around her gift, slowly speeding up her actions before bringing her thumb back to your clit. “M-mommy! S’close!” You moaned, “p-please don’t s-stop!” 

Wanda smirked, “Oh baby, I think you can hold out just a little longer” she teased knowing how close you were, “mommy is enjoying her new toy at good use” she added. Her pace quickened, feeling her own arousal making her panties wet as she thrusted the dildo in and out of you and her thumb rubbing light circles around your clit in perfect rhythm. 

Your back arching off the rug as you tried to hold your climax, wanting to prove to Wanda you would do anything she said. “My poor baby, do you need to cum?” She asked, teasing you once more. 

You nodded, “p…p-please mommy!!” You cried out once more, “can’t h-hold it!” 

“Go on darling, cum all over mommy’s gift” she instructed with one final thrust. Your body overwhelmed with pleasure as you came around the toy, your moans echoing through the room while Wanda milked your pussy for every last bit of pleasure.

“That’s a good girl” she praised once more, coming up to kiss you, “you did so well my love” she whispered between kisses as she slowly withdrew the dildo. As you lay there, panting, she placed the toy to the side and wrapped her arms around you, bringing you closer to her chest. “Mommy” you whispered, trying to catch your breath. 

“Shh baby, its okay, mommy’s got you” she whispered back, her eyes admiring the toy that now glistened with your juices.

Wanda placed a soft kiss on your forehead as she held you, “I can’t wait to play with you again later, with my harness” she said, breaking the silence. Her words sent a throb to your core once again as you slowly picked yourself up to kiss her again, “Merry Christmas mommy” You smiled against her lips.

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[kick-a-long]

jewish american safety tips for upcoming oct 2 to oct 7th 2024

ok, so this is not a post about looking for trouble. but if trouble finds you from oct 2 to oct 7 and you don't pass enough to feel safe, and even if you do, there are some simple ways you can carry things to defend yourself while still deescalating a bad situation long enough to escape.

the important part is to either make you just enough of a problem that they don't want to spend the effort or a good little jew who doesn't fight back. don't hit them, try to stall and deescalate until you can run or get some distance. walk with people, travel with people, don't expect anyone to fight for you (being in larger groups is just a detergent) so the same rules apply alone as with someone else.

carry a bat or cane. these are pretty easy to get at a sports shop or a pharmacy. they are good for keeping attackers at a distance and in that time someone might pass by and get them to run off. these will not win a fight. carrying them is a way to make them think twice, keep their distance and regroup because jew bashers won't expect you to be able to do them any harm and it can give you time. don't hit them even if they faint at you because they will attack.

if you have a dog with you, be sure you can hold him back for both you and the dog. dogs are usually perfectly happy to attack and give you a chance to run but they will hurt that dog and you might try to save it which is worse than having no dog. the ideal dog is a barker not a biter, or a big scary dog you can control.

carry a rape whistle. these can do fuck all but the sound might scare them off. especially if it's the electric kind that sounds when activated. this method makes them feel like they will get caught and they are all cowards.

mace is a bad idea but if you think you know how to use it without spraying yourself it might give you time to run but it will get that now very pissed antisemite an opportunity to run after you.

third if you wear a yamika, you are now also wearing a baseball cap on top. if you wear religious garb or gay identifiers of any sort, you have to make sure it's only visible on your front so you can see who can see you or don't wear it at all if you can. stick to places you know and residential areas.

don't be afraid to knock on strangers doors if you even get a whiff of being followed. most people love to be a hero and if you don't want to let you in ask if they can watch for trouble coming from their door or window while you wait by the house. even if you are just walking to an apartment try ringing bells. if you are in a shops area, head into a shop and explain that you are unsafe and ask if you can stay for safety. you should call police but police take time to respond and they can't charge someone that hasn't done anything... and the whole point is to prevent them doing anything.

NO KNIVES. NO GUNS. no weapons, although some chunky rings can't hurt. no earings to grab, no necklaces to grab, keep your hair up. no nutzo weapons, you are not john wick. you want them to keep their distance not engage. the people who do this want easy targets and they are cowards at heart.

the most likely thing to happen is getting yelled at on the street from a car. that's fine. those dudes usually drive off. if they stop, you can run off by the time someone gets out. they only brought the car to get away and they don't want their car stolen so they probably wont get too far from it.

second most likely is drunk assholes spontaneously following and heckling and yelling slurs. keep your ears open and don't respond and run off if they stop. drunk guys want trouble but don't usually attack unless you engage. play it off as a silent uncomfortable joke where you smile if you have to because they might see it as "just a little fun". don't talk. don't laugh. don't engage.

the third situation is the real danger. if you see a lone guy or a group of guys in a car or on foot who don't look rowdy, drunk, aren't speaking but are looking at you. run. the easiest thing to do is walk towards a house. no waiting.

the fourth is a large violent riot/protest. don't look scared. chant whatever they chant and get to the nearest house.

i know a lot of jews are feeling unsafe. it's very, VERY unlikely that anyone in America is going to be physically targeted or attacked (except orthodox jews. sorry but your community probably already has security in place. rely on them it's not their first rodeo.)

if you are outnumbered by people joking on a bus or public transit you can't get off immediately, stay safe and subservient. that's what antisemites consider a good jew. scared and knows their inferior place. try keeping your head down and get off on the next stop. don't think the other passengers will help you and don't assume they don't have weapons.

i know it's scary but it's very unlikely you will encounter any of these situations. stay inside as much as possible, only travel by day or by car if you have to get out, a quick trip to pick up beer or dinner is not worth it if it puts you in danger.

stay safe.

edit for good advice from @angryjewishcockroach : Another tip re: cars: if you’re walking and someone is following you in a car, or you’re afraid they’re going to start following you, do a 180 and go in the opposite direction. The amount of time it takes to turn a car around will give you a good head start, and most jerks won’t even bother. If you’re in a neighborhood or something similar, you can also cut through lawns; cars can’t follow you there, and you should hopefully be able to lose them if they try to follow anyway.

[girlactionfigure]

THURSDAY HERO: Benjamin Levin

Killing Nazis at age 14

Benjamin Levin was a young resistance fighter who, as one of the notorious “Avengers,” spent World War II hiding in a Lithuanian forest, emerging only to kill Nazis or bomb their supply chains.

Benjamin was born in Vilna in 1927. His father Chaim was a successful businessman and the family lived a comfortable life. In 1941, however, Chaim was tipped off that Nazi Germany was about to invade Lithuania. As Jews, that meant the Levins’ days were numbered. Chaim quickly sold his business at a loss, used the proceeds to buy weapons, and went into hiding with his family.

At the time, Benjamin was a 14 year old juvenile delinquent who’d started smoking at age 8 and was member of a street gang. After the German invasion, he chose not to stay with his parents in their hiding place, instead joining the fierce resistance group known as the “Avengers” led by Abba Kovner. Benjamin was an immediate asset to the group due to his unique combination of exceptional bravery and diminutive size. His baby face and unassuming appearance enabled him to avoid attracting attention, even in enemy territory.

Hidden in a Lithuanian forest, the teenager and his fellow Avengers killed Nazis, bombed their transportation lines, and smuggled life-saving food and medicine into the Jewish ghettoes. It was later estimated that the brave band of guerrilla fighters had killed 212 Nazis. Their policy was “take no prisoners.” In 1944, the Jewish fighters helped the Russian army liberate Vilna, after which they marched through town looking for Nazi collaborators to execute.

Benjamin’s parents survived the war in hiding, but when they returned to Vilna to reclaim their home, their former neighbors murdered them on the spot. With nothing to keep them in Europe, Benjamin and his sister moved to pre-state Israel, where he joined the Jewish militant group Irgun, fighting the British occupation of Palestine. Benjamin was in charge of helping Jewish survivors in Europe relocate to Israel. Benjamin’s street smarts and people skills served him well as he traveled through Turkey and Syria with European Holocaust survivors.

The Soviet army did not appreciate Benjamin’s work rescuing Jews from behind the Iron Curtain, and in 1947 he was arrested and sent to a Siberian gulag. After a year, Benjamin was released from the gulag and hitchhiked his way to Southern Europe, where he reconnected with the Irgun in Italy. The organization arranged for him to enroll in college and earn a degree in mechanical engineering. He was assigned to the engine room of a ship that sailed around the world, collecting money, weapons and volunteers to fight for the Jewish state.

The ship was called Altalena, and headed to Israel with hundreds of Holocaust survivors on board, as well as Jewish volunteers from around the world, and a cache of heavy ammunition secretly donated by France. When the Altalena reached Tel Aviv and tried to dock, the ship came under fire by the Haganah, a rival military group. Under machine-gun fire, young Benjamin leapt off the ship and swam to shore, then snuck into the country unnoticed. He had been through so much in the previous several years, had lived so many lives and assumed so many identities, that he actually forgot his own birthday. Later, he decided to make Passover – the festival of freedom – his official birthday.

Benjamin met his wife Sara, a Hungarian immigrant, in Israel, and ironically she was serving with the Haganah when they fired on the Altalena. Together they had two children, and moved to New York in 1967, where Benjamin worked as a mechanic and owned a gas station. In the 1990’s, Benjamin was interviewed extensively by Steven Spielberg as part of the Shoah Foundation oral history project.

For decades, Benjamin was an in-demand public speaker at New York high schools, where he spoke about the Holocaust and his remarkable life. Toward the end of his life, Benjamin was unable to speak, but he insisted on continuing his school appearances, with his son Chaim – named for Benjamin’s father – doing the speaking for him. Chaim remembered how much Benjamin loved interacting with students, and described his father as having “an enormous amount of energy and joy and love.”

Benjamin Levin died on April 13, 2020 at age 93. The last survivor of the Avengers, Benjamin died during Passover – his adopted birthday.

For heroically fighting Nazis and saving European Jews, and for educating generations of New York schoolchildren about the Holocaust, we honor Benjamin Levin as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[mesetacadre]

Aviation in the USSR

A collection of excerpts from Anna Lousie Strong's The Soviets Expected It, compiled for @czerwonykasztelanic

[...] Or the guerrilla detachment which captured six German planes, destroyed five of them, and sent the sixth to the Red Army, piloted by an amateur air enthusiast, who was a tractor driver in ordinary life. Lt. Talalikhin’s initiative is already a Soviet aviator’s tradition. Exhausting his ammunition in a fight with three enemy planes, he rammed the tail of one enemy with his propeller, smashed the tail of another enemy plane with his wing tip, and then bailed out of his own plane safely. Moscow parks displayed the wreckage of the German planes, and other Soviet pilots quickly copied the tactics. An aviation technician, Konikov, won renown by attaching the fuselage of a plane he was repairing to the front platform of a military train whose locomotive had been bombed by the enemy; he thus pulled the most necessary parts of the train to safety.

pg. 14

The Soviet people glimpsed and felt victory. For the first time they began to feel that they were no longer “backward Russians.” They were beginning to challenge the world. With this went a proud sense of their unity as a nation. Cotton growers in Turkestan exulted, “We have conquered the Arctic,” though they themselves would never see the snow. Bearded peasants, who had never sat in an airplane, began to talk about “our conquest of the air.” Young Nina Kameneva expressed the mood of the country’s young people when she broke a world’s altitude record in parachute jumping and remarked on landing: “The sky of our country is the highest sky in the world.”

pg. 46

Moscow can make all the implements of war, including planes and motor trucks, inside the city. [...] Moscow’s sky is covered by an air defense that was the marvel of the London experts who visited it after the war began to make suggestions and found it far superior to London’s. Anti-aircraft shells make a thick blanket at four distinct levels to London’s one, and observation planes patrol the heavens night and day. Moscow’s four million people also offer a night-and-day defense.

pg. 51

Alma Ata, the capital of this area, has grown from a town of 60,000 to a proud young city of 260,000 in the ten years since the railroad reached it. Its life has leaped at once from the nomad epoch to the airplane. The railroad is too slow to tame the wastes of Kazakstan. From Alma Ata Airport the planes shoot forth, east, west, south, north, on new discoveries. [...] Kazakstan is only one of the energetic regions behind the Urals. South of it lie the lands of the Uzbeks and Tadjiks, where some of the largest textile mills of the U.S.S.R. work up the locally grown cotton and where automobile and airplane parts are produced by mass production in the historic city of Samarkand.

pg. 58

I have traveled many times on the Trans-Siberian. In the spring of 1935, I went from Vladivostok to Moscow with a stop-over in the Jewish autonomous territory whose capital is Birobidjan. The train was crowded with pioneering people in warm woolen clothes and padded leather jackets, engineers, Army men, developers of the Far East. [...] An army engineer who shared my table at dinner was celebrating his return by airplane from the northern wilderness by consuming a whole bottle of port and bragging about the Far Eastern pioneers.

pg. 59

According to Pierre Cot, the French Air Minister, who visited Moscow in 1933, the Soviet air arm was at least equal to the best in Europe in numbers, technical equipment, and, above all, in the productive capacity of the aviation industry.‡ Thus, by the end of 1932, which ended the first Five Year Plan, the Soviet Union had reached the level of Western Europe in armaments – a fairly modest level judged by standards of later years.

pg. 65

Other official indications of the extent of the Red Army’s mechanization come from Voroshilov’s report in 1934 [...]. Five years later [...]. He claimed that the “bomb salvo” of the Soviet air force (the number of bombs that can be dropped by all planes at once) had tripled in five years and had reached more than 6,000 tons.

pg. 66

Soviet airplane pilots also hold many world records, both in altitude and long-distance flights. Their conquest of the Arctic and its difficult weather has accustomed them to the severest conditions. Americans well remember the Soviet pilots who twice made world records by flying from Moscow to America. These were individual exploits, but the development of Arctic aviation on which they were based was the work of large numbers of pilots and implies a whole air tradition

pg. 67

Parachute jumping has become a national sport in the Soviet Union. Soviet people are probably the most air-minded people in the world. Training for air-mindedness begins in the kindergarten. Small tots play the “butterfly game” and jump around with large butterflies pinned on their hair, gaining the idea that flying is fun and a natural activity. Children in their teens make jumps from “parachute towers” which are far rougher and more realistic than the parachute tower in the New York World’s Fair, which was copied from them. The sport is popular not only in the cities but on the farms. Several years ago a Ukrainian farmer told me of his trip to the nearby city with a group of farm children, all of whom immediately formed in line in the recreation park to go up in a tall tower and jump off under a parachute. “I thought it very terrifying,” he said, “and wondered why the park authorities allowed it. Then I saw that my own thirteen-year-old daughter was at the head of the line. These children of today aren’t afraid of anything.” At an older age, Soviet young people jump from airplanes, learn to operate gliders, or even become amateur pilots in their spare time. Every large factory, government department, and many of the larger collective farms have “aviation clubs,” which are given free instruction by the government. Probably a million people in the Soviet Union have made actual jumps from parachutes. It is not surprising that the Red Army was the first to use parachute troops in active service several years before the Germans adopted them. In 1931 a small detachment of parachutists surrounded and cleaned up a bandit gang in Central Asia. The making of airplane models by young people is taken seriously in the U.S.S.R. In 1937 over a million school children were spending after-school hours in aviation model stations. At a later stage, young people of talent create real airplanes and demonstrate them at Tushino aviation exhibitions. Owing to the wide interest in aviation and the public ownership of factories, a bright Soviet youth who invents a new type of airplane may get it constructed by his factory sports club and show it off. At one of the aviation festivals I attended, I saw a score of different amateur planes, including every possible shape of flying object – short, stubby ones, long thin ones, others shaped like different kinds of insects. They added greatly to the gaiety of the occasion. Whether or not they produced any really valuable new invention, they at least encouraged the inventiveness of their makers.

pg. 72

In the past two years, especially, all this training has been given a very realistic turn. [...] Only a month before the Germans attacked the Soviet borders, 7,000 Moscow citizens practiced a special drill in repulsing parachute troops over the week end. The large numbers of such trained citizenry, both among recruits entering the Red Army and among the older citizens assisting it, greatly add to the Soviet Union’s total defense.

pg. 73

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Okay, so as we've talked about, for Trevor as the show progresses: Pinkus coming back and giving him him his pants, saying thank you, etc as part of what leads to him getting sucked off.

Possible wishful thinking of them working something out between him and Bela, however temporary...

What else for him? Building on a friendship with another ghost? Him actually giving Jay and Sam a tip that leads to them making actual good money? Celebration of some Jewish holiday? Serious plot or silly plot ideas? :)

I would LOVE for him to get to celebrate ONE more holiday with his parents & Brother.

I'm partial to a funny moment where he ACTUALLY has a daughter and for some reason she can see ghosts so he actually gets to talk to her.

I would like for him to have the chance to give Sam/Jay some stock tips that give good money and he bargains for his own room and an actual bed.

I could totally go for somehow bringing Bucky to the mansion so Trevor can be with his puppy again :).

I would also enjoy building on his friendships with Alberta and Sass (he seems fairly close to them, yet, we don't get enough).

I'd love for him to help Sass date a new ghosts.

Would also enjoy Ari to revisit and apologize, for Trevor to figure out how to travel (maybe ghosts trap) to confront David as well.

What about you?

[mariacallous]

Honey cake is a High Holiday staple, and it doesn’t get more classic than this delicious version. And the good news is that it is a true one-bowl recipe.

Honey cake is a traditional dessert served for the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah. Honey symbolizes the hope for a sweet year to come, and plays a starring role in this cake. While often maligned as dry, dense or even old-fashioned, I think you’ll agree that this recipe puts to rest any negative associations. Yes, it is a brown cake, but this easy honey cake bakes up tender and moist, with a beautiful, burnished bronze color that will be a hit on your holiday table. Naturally dairy-free, the cake gets its tender crumb from the eggs and oil, while the addition of brewed coffee offsets the sweetness.

I’ve deployed one of my favorite tips for a clean release from the pan that also yields a beautiful finish, by using granulated sugar to replace the flour typically used to prep the pan. The cake releases perfectly, without that chalkiness that flour leaves. Instead, the sugar gives a slightly jeweled effect, and a subtle crunch  — no frosting needed.

That said, if you are Team More is More and want to top this cake, a simple glaze made from confectioner’s sugar and the zest and juice from a large orange or lemon works beautifully. You’ll need about 2 cups of confectioner’s sugar, and can add water (a bit at a time) if needed to create a pourable consistency. Drizzle over the cake and let set at room temperature before serving.

This honey cake stores beautifully, making it a perfect treat for days to follow. To store the cake, wrap in plastic wrap and keep at room temperature for up to one week. Its sturdy nature makes it a no-fuss travel companion (if you’re going to glaze it, wait till you get to your destination for the prettiest finish). Serve for breakfast, with a cup of tea or for a delicious afternoon snack.

[s-u-w-i]

Back home!

Hi hi everyone! A few weeks ago I wrote a post about traveling to Rome and asked you, guys, for tips. I haven’t expected you’d go so very wild with the answers! But thank you so much, it was very helpful and I’m grateful 😌 Arrived home today and just so you know I’ve listened to many of your tips, here - ✨ I’ve been eating loads of pizza and I did try the one with zucchini flowers. Though I also had amazing focaccia which I enjoyed even more. ✨ I tried supplì. ✨ I’ve had some wonderful ice cream. ✨ Also tried the lovely Jewish fried artichoke.

✨ Seen many many ancient ruins and even more ancient vases. ✨ Visited Via Appia and the Catacombs (so very amazing!) ✨ Been to Trastevere. ✨ Went inside many churches (I love all the mosaics!) though not each one because there are far too many of them! Also the Pantheon! O: ✨ I’ve seen Fontana di Trevi (and others). ✨ Spent a long time in the Vatican Museums, Borghese Gallery, and Etruscan Museum. ✨ Experienced firsthand some terrific traffic. I thought I’ll be used to it from Madrid, but no. I wasn’t prepared for that :’D It was intense but wonderful and I’ve seen such a huge amount of beautiful and inspirational things, I hope I’ll manage to remember at least a few of them. I’ve also been reading Quo Vadis so I’m in such a  Ancient Rome mood now! Thank you so much once again! 💖

[hvonart]

As the sun breaks through the iconic spires of Prague Castle, the city awakens in a glorious symphony of color. The vibrant reds and yellows of the buildings lining the cobblestone streets glisten under the morning light, inviting passersby to bask in their vintage charm. The Vltava River shimmers like a jewel, reflecting the ethereal beauty of the Charles Bridge, where street artists showcase their talents against a backdrop of historic grandeur.

In the Old Town Square, laughter bubbles from café terraces, and the aroma of fresh pastries wafts through the air, mingling with the sound of the Astronomical Clock chiming — each note a reminder of time's relentless march through this enchanted city. The energy is palpable, each corner bursting with life, as tourists and locals alike weave through artisan stalls, their vibrant wares adding to the kaleidoscope of sights that make Prague a feast for the senses.

As dusk falls, the golden glow of the city lights dances on the bridges and the river, creating a tapestry of serenity and excitement. From the bustling streets of Mala Strana to the maze-like casements of the Jewish Quarter, every moment in Prague teeters on the edge of this vibrant duality — forever caught between the echoes of history and the fervor of the present.

Discover more travel tips for City Breaks in Europe: book24h.online

[commander-writergirl]

Cuddles and Good Food

Synopsis: You get your period and Pedro comes home from all the touring. 

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Jewish!fem Reader (vague description. I mention her having curly hair)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: sexual innuendos, cursing, talk of menstruation

Word Count: 1,717

Note: This is super self indulgent cause I just want to cuddle this dork. Also this wasn’t beta’d and please let me know if any of the Spanish is incorrect. 

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I sighed and curled up on the bed as the next episode of Stargate started up. I didn’t have the energy to watch anything else and to be honest after getting the “I’m coming home” text from Pedro, I didn’t really want to put anything on that required my full attention.  

I looked at my phone as it buzzed again. I picked up and read the text from my friend.  

F/N: Did you watch the new episode of TLOU yet?

I sighed and turned my phone upside down. I had been working on keeping up with the series but had fallen behind when I met up with Pedro during his London premier red carpet.  

And of course, the universe decided to laugh at me and bestow my period on me the moment I got home.  

I groaned and curled up more as a wave of pain went through my back. PCOS can be a real bitch.

“Baby? I’m home.” When I hear Pedro yell, I realize I should have just put the Mandalorian on just to fall asleep to the sound of his voice. Or the video of interviews I had saved on YouTube.

“Bedroom.” I yelled out. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair hoping to tame some of the curls.  

When he stepped into the doorway, I couldn’t help holding my arms out and making grabby hands towards him. It may have only been a few days since we saw each other last but I always got needy while on my period. He chuckled softly and walked over climbing into the bed next to me before pulling me into his lap.  

“What’s wrong with my sweet girl?” he asked as I nuzzled into his chest.

“My period started yesterday.” I mumbled as I felt strands of my hair get caught in the stubble of his beard.  

He hummed and gently messaged my lower back. I whimpered before sighing as the pain passed. He kissed my temple and nuzzled his nose against my cheek making me giggle. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

I turned my face to nuzzle my nose against his. “You’re already doing it,” I wrapped my arms around his neck.  

He held me close and fell back making me giggle.  

“I’ve missed that giggle.” He mused nuzzling his nose into my hair. “I’ve also missed this bed.”  

“Well, that’s what happens when you have two shows premier less than a month apart and have an SNL guest appearance and decide to meet up with all your friends while traveling.” I looked up at him.  

He sighed, “The price of fame.”  

“I saw your Graham Norton interview; I know you are enjoying the attention.” I smirked at him.  

He pouted, “Okay, maybe a little.” Pedro rolled us so he was hovering over me, caging my body between his legs. “Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you or our bed.” He moved my hair back.

“I did enjoy watching you break character... twice while watching SNL.” I grinned. “Oscar even called me the next day to ask about my thoughts.”  

Pedro dropped his head on my shoulder. “Of course, he did.”  

I cleared my throat and let my tongue settle on the bottom of my mouth. “Ya know,” he peeked at me as I mimicked the LA voice. “That LA voice, was the best.” I moved my jaw. “God how did you do that for that long.” I said in my normal voice.

He laughed and kissed my cheek. “Eleven months on the set of The Last of Us gave me great practice.”  

I hummed and pushed his hair back. “Yes, and I now get to have nightmares because my friends convinced me to start watching it.”

He hummed, “My poor bebe.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

I wrinkled it up and squirmed a little. “At least you make good eye candy.”

He smirked, “Is that so?”  

I hummed, nodding my head. “Tumblr is all about Joel right now.”  

“Anything good?” He asked settling next to me and gently messaging my stomach.

I bit my tongue to keep from moaning when he pressed on a specific spot. “Um a lot of smut.” He laughed at that and shook his head. “One account had polls of your characters of ‘who does it better’ and many are Joel vs. Frankie.” I whimpered and squirmed as he pressed down on another sensitive spot.

“Anything of interest to you?” he asked, letting his finger lazily trace the band of my panties.  

I knew his hand wouldn’t go further; he was simply trying to distract me. We both learned quick that sex on my period was a very bad idea. In any form.  

I hummed, “I’ve actually been reading a mix of your other characters. Joel just gives my brain too much horror.” I thought, “Some people have even written about your SNL characters which is quite interesting to read.”  

He chuckled. “Of course, why am I not surprised.” He kissed my temple before shifting me to my side with him tucked behind me. “I’m gonna guess you didn’t sleep well last night.”

“José,” I looked up at him. “Are you giving me permission to take a nap while you spoon me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Only person outside my family that even uses that name on me anymore.”  

“You didn’t answer my question.”  

He reached over me and grabbed the remote. “I’m going to watch my dumb shows while you nap against me, yes.”  

I hummed and wiggled into him. He grunted making me smirk before I settled against my pillow, feeling comfortable for the first time in the last 24 hours.

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I slowly woke to the smell of beef cooking. I sat up and stretched ignoring the cramping in my lower back. I climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen.

The sight I found was one I didn’t see often. I could hear Spanish music coming from the stereo and Pedro moving to the beat while cooking. He didn’t always cook but when he did it usually stemmed from a form of homesickness, he couldn’t place.  

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”  

He chuckled and looked at me over his shoulder. The upside to being only a few inches shorter than he was. “Cazuela, though taking your advice I cooked the beef before adding it to the stew.”  

“That US versus Chile snacks got to you huh?” I’d watched the interview and having been dating Pedro for a few years now, I have tried each item that was set before him.

He shrugged and went back to cutting up the corn on the cob to make it more manageable. “You just make all these great meals from your childhood.”

I moved to lean on the counter next to him. “Pedro, I’m Jewish. My people learned to carry our recipes with us wherever we ended up.” I nudged his hip with my own. “If you want, I could message Javiera and see if she has any Balmaceda family recipes.”  

He gave me a soft smile. “I would actually like that.”  

I stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. “You do so much for me. From not eating bread around me during Passover to making sure I keep to my fast on Yom Kippur. The least I can do is learn some family recipes to make you feel as happy as you make me feel.” I stroked my thumb against the V tattoo on his wrist.  

He kissed my head before scrapping the corn into the pot next to him. He set the knife and cutting board down before grabbing my hand and pulling me to him and swaying us. “It may just be my age catching up with me, but I’ve been craving the meals I had as a kid more and more.”  

I wrapped my arms around his next as we swayed. “José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, there’s nothing wrong with a little nostalgia.”  

He groaned, “I love when you say my whole name.” He dropped his head to my shoulder and rested his hands above my ass. I rolled my eyes. “Makes me tingle all over.”

I lightly shoved him away. “Such a weirdo.” I smiled as he gasped and laid his hands over his heart.

“I’ve been wounded mi amor.” He leaned against the counter.

“Aww poor baby.” I pouted at him.

He glared at me, “Alright Dinah Rachel--” I quickly covered his mouth.

“Okay, okay. No need to pull my Hebrew name into this.” I sighed. “You’re getting better.”

I moved my hands from his mouth. “Well, I did work with Gal, picked up a few things.”

I tilted my head at him. “You started learning to pronounce Hebrew when we were just starting out?” I felt my pulse pick up.

A light dust took over his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck. “It was important to you, and I know Spanish is much easier.”  

I bit my lower lip to keep from crying. “That-” I sniffled.

“Oh no,” he quickly moved and hugged me close to him. “I’m so sorry baby.”

I nuzzled his chest and gripped the back of his shirt. “That’s so sweet.” I whimpered out.  

He rubbed my back. “Aw baby.”  

I looked up at him. “You really are the best.”  

He smiled and I stood on my toes pressing my lips against his. He hummed kissing me back and gripped my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck letting my fingers tangle into his curls.  

His tongue brushed against my lower lip and as we began to explore each other’s mouths, a sizzling sound pulled us apart. We looked over at the stove to see the broth for the soup overflowing.  

“Shit,” he reached over and turned the burner down. He shook his head and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet. “Let’s eat and then we can continue.”  

I hummed and grabbed the spoons as Pedro filled the bowls. “I like the sound of that.”  

He smiled and we walked over to the couch before settling in.  

It was going to be nice having him home, even if only for a few weeks before his next project.

[stephensmithuk]

A Study in Scarlet: The Science of Deduction

I am reusing some stuff from my December 2022 post on this.

A portmanteau was a large travelling bag that opened into two parts; it has since become a term for a "blended word" i.e. two words combined to make a single one, like "gerrymander" or "infomercial".

We get a small bit of antisemitism in this one - Watson refers to someone as looking like a "Jew pedlar". This is a period when that was rife - and it would get worse as time went on. A lot of the population of the East End would be made up of Jewish refugees from the Russian Empire.

Central London is small enough that you can walk across it in a couple of hours; I did a 10-mile charity walk earlier this year that covered a good part of the City (which is a distinct political entity to Greater London) and the East End. You can get a vast range of architecture in a small distance.

The London Underground was definitely a thing by 1887, although only the "sub-surface lines" had been built by that point. The Bluebell Railway has some Metropolitan Railway carriages of a slightly later vintage that I believe have turned up in more than one Holmes adaptations; you can also find examples you can go in at the London Transport Museum.

A railway porter - something that I have done at a heritage railway - was a general "servant" who did things like assist customers, carry luggage, sweep up and other general duties. They weren't supposed to accept tips from passengers, but the practice was widespread.

Dupin is one of the first literary detectives.

Émile Gaboriau wrote 11 works featuring Lecoq before his death in 1873 aged just 36.

[anytimebitchess]

Story time! + hot take (?)

I feel the need to (finally) say something on here, so I will! ☺️

I was reminiscing on when I went to Palestine 🇵🇸 and Israel 🇮🇱 few years ago, and the Israeli border-control suspected me for being involved in a t*rror*st org 🤡 and interrogated me for 1.5 hours at the border, and later giving me a wack ass excuse, by saying “you’re pretty and traveling alone” (I wasn’t traveling alone. I was with a friend and bunch of other people) and that I can “pass as an Arab or a Jew” (ok, I see it) that I “have a good Arabic and Hebrew pronunciation” and that my “surname is not from the country [I] come from and [my] passport was made in an consulate” 💀

+ the police forces were not helpful when I asked them for directions, because I wasn’t Israeli or Jewish…😵‍💫 they deadass asked me if I’m Jewish, and when I said no, they left the convo…so I went up to a man who ended up being Palestinian and gave me the direction and some extra tips and recommendations! 😃

When I went to Palestine (West Bank) everything was the opposite from Israel. Ironically, I felt more safe. Very kind and open people! loved chatting and even a candy salesman gave me 0,5kg of Halva, just because I said that’s my favorite sweet! And ate the best humus and Falafel of my life! (Still thinking about the food I ate there 😪)

This is (one of many reasons) why I’ll always stand by Palestine and Palestinians! Especially after experiencing Israel and Palestine the way I did. Israel is a racist country, built on racist ideologies and views. The state has nothing to do with Judaism, never has and never will. Zionism to Judaism is what (neo)Nazis are to Christianity, and what ISIS is to Islam. They represent atheism in the name of ‘God’.

Hate me or whatever, Idc 🤷🏻‍♀️ it will just show your true colors as a person. I sympathize with these people and their stories, and I will never ever in my life support a g*nocide, especially after having family members who survived a concentration camp during WW2. I do NOT stand by Zionist propaganda, and all the bunch (celebrities and athletes etc.) who are sitting quite regarding this genocide and war, to save their ass because a Zionist is their boss or whatever, can fuck themselves!

And UN…you can fuck yourself too! Allowing the wife of the Chairman of BlackRock to be the Head of UNICF…very smart.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Men arrested for alleged links to Hezbollah released in Brazil

Brazilian courts this week released two men who were arrested in November on suspicion of having links to the Lebanese militant group Hezbollah. The decision came at the request of the Federal Police and was not opposed by prosecutors investigating the case. 

The probe into the possible recruitment of Brazilians to carry out extremist acts in the country began after the men were flagged as suspects by the U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). 

At the time, the Israeli government said that its Mossad foreign intelligence service was working with Brazilian security services and other international agencies to “foil a planned attack by Hezbollah against Jewish and Israeli targets in Brazil.”

According to EBC, Brazil’s federal communications agency, the U.S. Embassy tipped off Brazilian authorities on November 1 to possible links between Hezbollah and Brazilian nationals who had recently traveled to Lebanon. Several factors led the FBI to raise red flags about the suspects: the short duration of their trips to Lebanon (for just a few days), as well as their lack of ties to the country and their precarious financial situation for such an expensive trip.

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