#Mondial Family

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Air Fryer Mondial Family 4 litros é boa? Vale a Pena Comprá-la? REVIEW C...

https://www.aprimorandoacozinha.com/2023/06/air-fryer-mondial-family-4-litros.html

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Air fryer Mondial family 4 litros AFN-40-BI É BOA? #shorts  

https://www.aprimorandoacozinha.com/2023/06/Panificadora-Mondial-Master-Bread.html

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Air Fryer Mondial Family 4 litros é boa? Vale a Pena Comprá-la? REVIEW C...

[histoiresgenealogiques]

Portrait de mon arrière-grand-père, Martial Arsène Élie Dilis (1882-?) - Comment l’inconnu s’est révélé

En ce début d’année 2024, l’idéal aurait été de parler de mon sosa 2024. Malheureusement, je ne l’ai pas encore trouvé ! Je me contenterai donc de faire le portrait de mon sosa 24, mon arrière-grand-père maternel, Martial Arsène Élie Dilis (1882-?). Peu d’informations orales m’ont été transmises à son sujet par ma mère, qui l’a peu connu. Elle me l’a décrit comme alcoolique et rendant mon…

[seasideretreat]

Events

I was wondering what was going on with you. You seem alive, as people are alive when they wander the great wastes of existence and suddenly find solace in little things. I applaud your decision to live more in the here and now, if you decided that at all. I don't know, maybe no one has to live in the here and now; maybe life's true meaning is found far outside of the here and now. Are you happy? It seems you are happy, because you do so many great things, I am always amazed at what you do, and there's so much going on at the same time that I am mesmerized by the sounds and sights of the real world. I hope you have found time to do something fun from time to time. There's a great deal of flourishing to do in the short time we have left on the world. My father, who died some time ago, said that life is not all misery and sadness, but I don't know if that's true. We're all going to die. I read a quote that said that everybody believes himself immortal. I never really noticed that, but of course it is kinda true, in the sense that nobody thinks he is going to die, and then suddenly they do die. Is it bad to die? I assume it can be, especially when we don't want to die - and nobody really wants to die. But sometimes we just can't take it all and we fantasize about death as a pleasant way out: but I don't think it will ever be any better than being alive. So I say again: you seem alive, as people are alive when they find solace, and you will find solace, I mean it. You will find solace, but I don't know where. The world is quite shit. Everywhere there is betrayal and cruelty, everywhere there is judgement and deception. I ask again: are you happy? I don't know if that is an appropriate question, but I must ask it, because I don't know. Your happiness is my objective. If you don't become happy from my text, I cannot consider myself an author. Am I just addressing myself? I hope not. I believe that a conversation is always going on between multiple people, but I just make small talk which is something else. Talking can happen solitarily. Let's just drop the matter of togetherness. I dream of another person, I think, and that is enough to lend a literary quality to my work: for what is literature? Nothing other than an extended wisdom. And I have called history "extended theology", which is funny because history is simpler than theology. Or at the very least, it is more natural, in the sense that it requires less constructions, less art to bring about. And literature is art, obviously, and it is actually perhaps not necessarily an extended wisdom, as a objectified wisdom or an elaborated wisdom. Or an artifact wisdom. I think philosophy is always based on a motion backwards, which is what we read in the Daodejing. I think to begin again is always a motion backwards also, as we reel in the work we do, pull back the reins. I like you, and therefore we have to converse: I don't know if conversation is always a sign of affection, but a conversation can be pleasant if it is not about too heavy a subject; and I always feel more succesful when the conversation just kind of drifts and there is no greater meaning; but I don't know if this is always good, and sure, in the natural way, we always have to cut into more exalted topics. Or elevated, as Dad called it. (I know an author who always capitalizes the nouns of his parents, I don't know why but it seems appropriate here.) I wonder if we will ever converse. The story of our companionateship is complicated and strange, but we do our best to survive and we do survive. I think it is all going very well, and we do good things, we are benefactors. I wish I knew you better. There's a great deal of horrifying things in the world that mean nothing to us, but there is a mighty reality somewhere that we can grasp and that we need to realize, so that we may do fun things and live freely. I suppose that is all very well, but we can't do too much about these things because we are locked in time and we don't know what is going on. Just like I don't know what is going on with you.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Letters Unsung ~ Arthur Shelby x Fiancee!Reader

Summary: Since the very beginning of the First World War, Arthur’s Fiancee managed to get an unpaid job at UK’s radio station podcast so that she may daily speak a few encouraging words for the soldiers, and in turn, to her beloved Arthur Shelby.

“Must you really go, my darling?” Arthur heard the love of his life plead for him in such a sweet, mellow voice; If only he could, he would throw away his family, his country and everything to ever exist, just to find a safe place to hide with his darling Y/N. Alas, in a mondial war involving every country known to mankind, there was no place to hide. 

Fear and anxiety wasn’t a world in which he wanted Y/N to live in. She was too good for this dark, bleak world; Even as cannon fodder, if he could benefit the war and keep the country safe - Keep Y/N safe - he would gladly go.

“Mighty sorry, my love, but y’know better than I do that I gotta. Old enough to be in my damn prime - ‘Em muscles hadn’t built by ‘emselves, y’know? You always said I looked damn fine all naked - Well, Gov’s thinkin’ the same. Strong ‘nuff to carry a gun, strong ‘nuff to die for ‘em.” he rambled idly, lighting up a cigarette, puffing in the air, then squishing it in the ash tray. Y/N hated smoking. She always said she wouldn’t kiss him if his breath stank like tar. “Tommy ‘n’ John... They’re both so young. Can’t have ‘em go die without their old bro trying to protect ‘em.” he looked at his girl - She was trying so hard not to break down into sobs again. For the past days she’d been crying non-stop. She was unconsolable, and not even he could comfort her - Hell, he was terrified out of his mind, the thought of never seeing her again was killing him... “C’mon, doll, you’re too pretty to cry so much. Save ‘em tear for when i get back home, and you jump in my arms, and I twirl you around like the pretty angel you are.”

“B-But... Artie...” her words were stammered and hardly comprehensible; All she did was cuddle into his side and cry. If only she could water the plants with that wasted water, Polly said at some point, yet she was just as terrified for her children as Y/N was. John was barely 18, there was no way he’d make it through! “I can’t live without you. There is no life without you. I’ll die without you!” 

“Aww, darlin’...” she was so loving and genuine... What the hell was he supposed to do; He will be crying himself to sleep every night in the field, thinking that he left her all alone. “My sweet angel.” he held her tightly, stroking her hair and kissing her. “You’re my most precious treasure, Y/N. For you, I’ll do anything in my power to get back as fast as possible and wife you. We’ll have a pretty garden wedding - In Spring, with the pretty flowers - You always told me how you like ‘em pretty flowers. Heard there’s this place with a... A gazebo, next to this forest out of Birmingham; Ain’t no way Imma have you be a pretty bride in this grey shit hole of a city.”

“Promise you’ll come back to me?” Arthur gingerly took her hand and kissed her fingers.

“I promise on this ring that I gotchu that I’ll be back to keep my vows to you.”

The next morning, Y/N was robbed of a final goodbye, though it was more of a blessing in disguise than anything. Arthur spared her the despair she’d have had to endure, seeing him board that freaking train and leave the station, like lamb to the slaughter. By the time Y/N had woken up, Polly and Ada were around her. Polly had suggested the eldest Shelby brother that Y/N was too emotionally devastated and would be unable to go through that experience - Hence why she came up with the idea of placing a few sedatives in her sweet calming tea, which ensured a long and peaceful sleep.

Y/N was completely lost - Without Arthur, she had no idea what to do with her life; She couldn’t grieve and cry 24/7, that was unnatural, and her fiance wouldn’t want that of her, surely. She would have gladly enrolled as a nurse on the field, but not only did Arthur completely forbid her to do such a feat, she was also denied by the military - She was a certified doctress, she couldn’t be a combat doctor with no military training - Thus, she kept her work as a doctor in the Birmingham hospital.

Many months on end passed, and many more letters she sent, but received none. The radio was on, awaiting the war broadcast and praying that she wouldn’t hear the name of “Shelby” ever, until the war was over. Still, listening to the radio wasn’t enough. Anxiously awaiting for the police to come to her doorstep to tell her Arthur died, also, wasn’t good. Sure, she had Polly and Ada by her side, and she was always busy at work treating people, prepping for surgeries...

There had to be something she could do. Something that would benefit the people remaining in the country to defend the land... Something to sooth the soldiers facing the death door every second, awake and asleep.

And she had just the idea, the money, and the influence.

Y/N walked right through the doors of the radio station and explained to the chief her idea; Surely everyone knew how beneficial battlefield morale was for the troops - Hearing good words from home was sure to up their battle prowess tenfold. The old man himself had three sons send to France, of course he knew better than anyone how none of his wife’s letters reached them. Hell, he had no idea if either of them was still alive after four months out there.

And thus, the very first podcast was recorded, live, in the studio. Y/N’s voice was wavery and uncertain - She was awful at social interactions, hence why she clinged so much to Arthur and sought his comfort. Still, he was out there, bravely fighting to protect her - The least she could do was to speak a few words into a microphone.

“Good afternoon, brave soldiers. I am Y/N Shelby speaking, for the ‘Echoes of Hope’ broadcast.” what was she supposed to do now? The people were listening to her! “We have come up with this idea of creating a podcast to speak more directly to you - Only God knows if any of the thousands of letters sent have been received by you - So, a more direct approach had to be taken.” she took a deep breath to muster some strength. Think of Arthur and the soldiers. “I am speaking from the heart of Birmingham, sending warmth and courage across the airwaves, hoping it would reach at least one of you, brave men, fighting to protect your families and home.” she licked her lips, forcing herself to continue speaking. “Today, and tomorrow, and in every day that keeps us apart, as you brave the frontlines, know that we, back home, hold you in our thoughts and prayers.” a stray tear found itself caressing her soft cheek where one was held by Arthur’s rough hand. “And... To my beloved Artie... If you can hear me, know that each word I speak carries a piece of my heart. Stay strong, my love, for your strength is our beacon of hope in this colourless place.”

As she turned off the broadcast button, she took off the headset and stepped away from the microphone. The old man stepped in front of her and patted her hair, seeing the girl cry.

“Oh, I messed up big time! Forgive me, I completely ruined this thing... Oh, I am awful, awful at speaking to people! I-I thought that, without a person in front of me, it would be easier -- But I messed it up so badly!” the poor girl whined, though comforted by the man.

“I wouldn’t say you butchered it, love, I’d say the people out there fighting for our homeland just heard the voice of all of us, fighting our own battles yet staying strong to support and cheer on them also.” he patted her shoulders to straighten up. “Life is difficult with this poverty, yet we make meets end and figure things out so that we can welcome them back in a safe home that lack nothing. Lord knows, they will need all the comfort and support they can get, poor children... If only I wasn’t so old and a cripple, I would be out there to protect my boys.” the old man shed a tear. “Y/N, come back tomorrow at the same time and continue speaking to them. Only they know, your voice might just be their salvation.”

And thus became the routine of Y/N Shelby, every day in the evening after her hospital shift was over, she would pass by the radio station and begin speaking her heart out for the soldiers spread throughout Lord knows how many countries.

“Good evening once again to the brave men fighting for our home. It is Y/N Shelby again, and I bring you words of encouragement from the women of England.” this time, she was smiling; She looked at the old man next to her and felt enboldened to continue. “Each day we await your safe and hasteful return, and each night we whisper our hopes into the silence, hoping that our prays will protect you.” she really should write a script instead of free-styling it. “Arthur, my dearest, your courage inspires me. Remember, as you face the trials of war, that our love is your shield, and my voice is your guide back home. Please, never lose track of your path back into my arms.”

The old man smiled, moved by the girl’s words, and encouraged her to come the next day also; It was bound to create a routine for all the soldiers to listen to the prayers and words of courage and morale from the Angel of Birmingham.

“Hello, everyone - I assume you can recognise my voice by now.” she sounded much giddier than usual. “I am overjoyed to say that, after 11 months, I have finally received a letter from my beloved Artie!” she chimed, trying to keep composed. “He told me in the sweetest words how much he loves me - And how he wants us to have the prettiest wedding ever; In Spring, and filled with flowers, just how I love it.” she continued, overjoyed. “These words of love - All of Arthur’s feelings for me - I know each and every one of you feels the same for the loved ones waiting impatiently for you at home; So, for once, I will transmit your words to those waiting for you here, in Britain.” she cleared her throat. “For every mother, father, aunt and uncle, brother or sister... For grandparents, children, wives and husbands and friends also - For every living being here, in Britain, waiting for your beloved to return home, safe and sound - Just know that your letters have been received, and so have all of your love and good intentions. They are thinking of you, the very same way - So keep on hoping and praying, and know they are heard and working. Your loved ones need it.”

A whole year passed, and many more were going to follow; Emboldened by the fantastic idea of the podcast, more and more women, children and elderly decided to join the production, each of them passing along their message to those on the battlefield, read live by Y/N.

“As the war rages on, it becomes harder to find the right words. I have come to speak to you every day, for a year and a half - And I dearly hope none of you have gotten bored of my voice yet.” she chuckled softly. “I know that you, Arthur, and all the soldiers, need to hear that we believe in you. You are not forgotten, not for a moment.” she went on. “My dearest Arthur, hold on to our memories, for they are the thread that will guide you back to me. England’s women stand with you, every step of the way.” she took one letter in her hand. “But today it’s not only about you and how much I love you, Artie. From today on, I am going to read for you the letters that may have never been received by you.” she cleared her throat. “This letter is written by young Jimmy, a charming 5 year old lad who wants to write to his grandpa, Captain Andrew Brown. < Dear Grandpa Andy, mommy taught me how to write, and I wanted you to be the first to see me writing. I never met my daddy, but for me, you are my daddy. I hope you return home soon; I want to play horsie again - And you promised to teach me how to play football when I grow old. I’m a big boy now, I help mommy carry yucky veggies at home - And I eat everything from my plate. Mommy said you’ll come home faster if I study well and get good grades, so I’ll do my best! I love you, papi! > “

The old man was moved to tears; He was imagining his own grandson crying for him. A single mother, whose only support is an old man gone to war. Life truly was unfair.  In spite of that, the letters read on the podcast began rapidly to gain traction; Every person out there had something to say to someone on the battlefield.

“Today, the news brought a glimmer of hope. Arthur, your bravery has not gone unnoticed. I heard of your close call, and my heart ached with fear and relief. You  are my hero, and I send you all my love and strength. To all soldiers, know that each of you is a hero in someone’s heart. Hold fast, for victory is within sight.” she held a letter in her hand, ready to read it. “This time, we have a letter from Mr. Daniel Masters, wanting to share his wholesome words with his wife, Mrs. Angela Masters, who selflessly volunteered as a nurse on the battlefield, and was deployed in Verdun.” she began reading the letter. “ < My darling Angie, you are an angel on this earth. Not only did you volunteer to go out there, in the middle of the war, to save me, a useless cripple, from dying there, but you are saving other men with your fantastic knowledge and skills in medicine. I and my sister are working hard so that when you return, we can have the wedding of your dreams. And don’t worry about little Susie, she’s in perfect health and asking about her mommy every day. She started braiding her hair like you, saying she wants to be pretty like mommy - And what do you know, she found your stack of medicine books under the bed and began asking me to explain those long words - I have no idea what those words mean, I can’t even pronounce them. I hope you’ll come home soon, my angel. We miss you very much, and we love you endlessly. > “

Thus four years passed, day after day, with Y/N passing on the words of Britain, yearning for Her children to return home. At some point, even Ada sent a message for Freddy, reminding him of their childhood love - And Polly wanted to tell the brothers that they have to be strong and return back no matter what.

Finally, it was the fated day - The Government announced the soldiers of Birmingham arriving by train, at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. The station was a sea of anticipation and anxiety, filled to the brim, overcrowded by people of all kinds and ages. Y/N stood amidst the crowd, her heart pounding as she scanned the faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of Arthur. The air was filled with the sounds of families reuniting, joyful cries mingling with the tears of those who had waited so long for this moment.

Children clung to their mothers yelling a collective ‘Daddy’, elderly parents searched for their sons, and wives stood on tiptoes, straining to see over the throng of people. Y/N felt a mix of hope and fear, her eyes darting from one soldier to another, desperately searching for the one face she longed to see. The same uniforms everywhere, but no sign of her beloved.

As more soldiers stepped off the train, the crowd surged forward, and Y/N was jostled, her view obscured by the pressing bodies. Panic began to set in. What if Arthur wasn't on this train? What if something had happened in the final days? Her heart raced, and she felt a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t want the only keepsakes to be the letters he sent her during war; That makes for a most tragic memento.

"Artie!" she called out, her voice lost in the cacophony of the station. “Artie, angel, where are you?!” she continued shouting, but her soft voice was drowned out by the other people calling for their loved ones.

Minutes felt like hours as she stood there, her eyes scanning the thinning crowd. She felt lost, a wave of despair washing over her as the platform began to empty. Just as she was about to break down, fall on her knees and succumb to her grief, a figure appeared through the remaining haze of steam and people.

Arthur.

He was thinner than she remembered, his face gaunt and eyes hollowed by the horrors of war. His disheveled uniform hung loosely on his frame, and he moved with a weary slowness. But when his eyes met hers, a spark of recognition and relief lit up his face.

"Y/N." he breathed, his voice hoarse and tired.

At first, her mind blanked, and her legs became jelly, shaking like two flowers in the wind - It took Arthur smiling and calling her name again, to regain autonomy over her body. She ran to him, tears streaming down her face as she threw her arms around him. The world seemed to stop as they held each other, the pain of their long separation melting away in the warmth of their embrace. Arthur clung to her as if she were the lifeline that had pulled him through the darkest days - And just as promised, he twirled her around. Y/N, his angel, was back where she had to be - In his arms.

"You came back." she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “You really, really came back. You’re here, in the flesh, alive and breathing, and living -- I’m not dreaming, I’m not imagining - I’m not dead, am I?” she pulled back, cupping his face and looking him in those gorgeous doe-eyes of his. So gentle and so loving. “You are real, aren’t you? You came back to me.”

"I promised you, didn't I?" he replied, a faint smile touching his lips despite the exhaustion etched into his features. “I promised I’d come back and marry you. No man would be crazy enough not to return home to an angel like you.”

They stood there for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the noise and chaos of the station fading into the background. Arthur was home, and that was all that mattered. It wasn’t sure whether it was Y/N comforting Arthur after 4 years of horror experienced, or Arthur was pacifying his poor cry-baby darling; Yet one thing was sure - They were where they were supposed to be.

"I'm so proud of you." Y/N said softly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, before peppering him with kisses all over his face. "You made it through, Arthur. You're here. My hero. You are my hero, Artie. Our hero. You saved us."

He nodded, his gaze steady but shadowed by the memories of what he'd endured. "It's over now. No more about what happened - I don’t wanna hear about it anymore.” he shook his head, holding onto her tightly. “I am home."

As they walked away from the station, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of peace settling over her, yet she was still shaken - She was clinging onto her beloved like a baby koala, afraid of losing him, like an oasis mirage. They had both been through so much, but now they could face the future together. The road ahead would not be easy, but with Arthur by her side, she knew they could overcome anything.

The war had taken its toll on them, but their love had endured. The Shelby family was entirely reunited, and trying to heal from the festering wounds created by the four year massacre. Life will never be the same, but they had to learn how to live again, and adjust to a whole new world that was in constant development - A fast world that was waiting for no one, especially not for veterans and their grief.

Each member of the family was affected differently; John became rebellious, Ada was going through a desperate need for affection from Freddy, Polly became dissolute and cynical, Tommy was no longer the adventurous young man who was Y/N’s partner in crime, but a most apathetic and lethargic man, Arthur became aggressively violent and would lose his mind every time he heard a loud noise resembling guns or bombs, and Y/N had to learn how to stop her nightmares and live without worrying her husband would disappear and it would all just be a delusion.

Either way, only one thing mattered for Y/N.

Arthur was home.

[azlia-iconoclast]

All that is confirmed will be modified:

the abortion ban that already exist to state level and killed teens on texas because they got denied even in a SA situationa will now be nationwide

ending any chance to integrate minorities and just letting the hate and discrimination run rampant again without institutions to keep watch

allowing states to ban diverse number of Healthcare treatments and medications which go from gender hormones to the morning after pills

tariffs are gonna have backlash and cause countertarrifs ending many of our trade deals and evaluating the dollars

the billionares that backed trump like the ultraconservative Timothy mellon, the heritage foundation with the hyper religious agaenda or elon musk that is obsessed with hating public transport and trans people are going to have free reign to do as they please.

the ending of several institution and more privatization which includes less education subsidies for poor families, help for disabled people, subsidies for Healthcare, the weather system and report, the department of education shrinking and allowing old religious policies, the watch for the compliance of the civil rights act is going to disappear , the department of health is also going to shirk, the watch for compliance for climate change is going to disappear the DEI, EPA, and the ACA will be erased with many more, just to name the ones that are going to affect directly the most

as consequence of the mentioned institutions disappearing hate speech will basically be legal again affecting the culture and the amount of religious propaganda, discrimination while hiring and helping disable people get a job will be legally impossible

completing the genocide in gaza and continuing funding Israel expansion into Lebanon not to mention he's dividing Ukraine in 2 with a neutral zone which will cause a second bigger war because nobody is going to be conformed with that.

the peace attempts that were happening with china over Taiwan and Hong kong are now going to be closed leaving war as only option for the long future

The SCOTUS will now have 5 of 9 Supreme Court LIFETIME seats filled by Trump and the damage will be generational given the justices are young for the lifelong position and all 5 are part of the Christian nationals. Any attempt to undo what trump is going to damage with his policies will be blocked by their majority specially the medical bans and the freedom corporations will now have, so not only our full generation will suffer trump legacy but your kids and their kids

when trump took the confidential documents boxes to mar a lago when he lost last election it made him look to NATO and the 5 eyes intelligence institution (fuck them both hypocrite imperialists) complain for the security risk which means the allies will not want to share intel with the us now that he's back forcing America to have the old interventionist spionage role to get it's own, which will increase world tensions.

whether people voted for trump to punish dems not fulfilling their promises or being part of such mentioned genocides, because they hate the lgbtq and DEI or they really want to go back to the dark ages culturally and socially with christian nationalism ideology, all of them just shot themselves and everyone kids future.

Adieu à jamais Amérique, je croyais que tu changeais mais ceci est ton cœur et ton vrai visage, je pensais vivre ici plus d'un siècle et t'aider à te transformer, mais il est clair que tu choisis la Cruauté. J'ai de toute façon un dernier coup à tirer, si cela se brise au moins je mourrai enfin avant que tu ne commences ton interventionnisme mondial comme dans les années 50 encore.

[meowshroom1230]

Ok I’ve always talked mad shit about Odd Nations: I’ve disagreed with a lot of writing choices, I’ve disagreed with a lot of character choices, I fucking hate Jake… all this to say I wouldn’t wish what happened to them upon my worst enemy. All that they’ve built themselves up, only to have it threaten to all be taken away. Some of it has already been taken away. For those who don’t know:

If you find yourself able, please support Odd Nation in their trying times. They need our support now more than ever. They should know that their community is behind them all the way. Links will be below but (and i shouldn’t have to say this but people on the internet are actually insane) please don’t dox, antagonize, or threaten harm on Alejandro. Yeah he did some shitty things and you should be able to express your frustration with him as you please but a negative reaction like this could only worsen the situation. I am just as upset as you all are, and personally I think he’s an asshole and acting like a bigger baby than Jake is for doing this. But please keep your anger civil, in case the reaction of the fan base makes the situation worse for Odd Nations.

All links are in order that they appear in in the post:

https://youtube.com/@tomjake-onc?si=1UZ3-rT30BucrKzZ

[mariacallous]

German NGO Medica Mondiale and local Kosovo NGO Medica Gjakova, which works with survivors of sexual abuse from the Kosovo war, published a report on Thursday highlighting that most wartime rape survivors in Kosovo are still suffering serious psychological and physical consequences.

Titled “I am not guilty for what happened to me”, the report includes data from a questionnaire which 200 survivors responded to and also 20 interviews.

“The research found that 73 per cent of participants in the study qualify as suffering from Complex PTSD. An additional 13 per cent meet all the criteria for a PTSD diagnosis,” the report concluded.

It added that despite high levels of PTSD, respondents said the work of Medica Gjakova with survivors had helped to alleviate their difficulties.

Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, CPTSD, C-PTSD or cPTSD, is a mental health condition that can develop from prolonged or repetitive trauma. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD, is a mental health disorder that can develop when a person experiences one traumatic event.

“Nearly all of the study participants (95.5%) meet the criteria for clinical depression,” the report noted. while 59 participants reported suicidal ideation within the past week and 101 reported self-harm ideation since the war, 142 thought life was not worth living.

“The vast majority (96%) of the participants reported high levels of anxiety, and 57% (114) reported (self-)medication with sedatives,” it said.

The report quotes an anonymous Kosovo Albanian woman as saying: “I am never calm because when I go out I see that [the scene of trauma] and I remember everything, I feel very tired.”

Another woman, from the Roma, Ashkali, or Egyptian community, said that “wherever I went out I was scared. If somebody came to the door, I would think they were coming again, that fear remained.”

The study also says “a clear relationship was found between sexualised violence and sexual dysfunction among the survivors. About two-thirds of respondents (100) said they have problems during intercourse, while roughly one third (45 participants) said they do not, with 55 participants declining to answer.”

“Six out of the nine male survivors said they have problems during sexual intercourse”, it added.

An anonymous Kosovo Albanian man is quoted as saying his abuser “hit me on the head, he hit me on my body and he threw me on the concrete pavement nearby… Not only did he rape me, he beat me on my head and my neck… I can never get it out of my mind… I begged them twice, three times, especially the one holding an automatic rifle, to kill me, but in vain”.

Around 45 per cent of respondents claimed they knew other survivors who did not speak out about their abuse mainly because of the fear of bringing shame to their family.

More positively, “a vast majority (79%) of participants reported high levels of resilience; 64% said that despite the pain they have experienced some form of growth,” the report reads. It noted “a coexistence of strength and growth on the one hand, and suffering on the other”.

The consequences of the abuse have also caused generational trauma, with around 67 per cent of respondents claiming it has affected their families completely and around 29.4 per cent claiming it has affected their family to some extent; 48 per cent claim it has affected their children.

“Only 11.5% explicitly responded that they do not think that their experience affects their children,” the report said.

A Kosovo Albanian woman is cited as saying: “I passed the fear on to the children – the dark rooms, the unknown streets, I was always afraid something might happen.”

Survivors advise other survivors not to deal with the experience on their own, with some encouraging them “to speak up” in safe and confidential environments in order to avoid “victim-blaming”.

“Many participants explicitly recommend contacting Medica Gjakova and other support organisations, some saying that this helps with forming new friendships and developing a sense of belonging,” the report says.

It adds that “participants demand understanding and acknowledgement of survivors and their experiences – from society more in general and Kosovar society in particular. This includes empathic comprehension of their suffering and pain, as well as demanding that survivors are treated with respect by those in their immediate environments as well as their fellow citizens in general”.

The report recommends the institutional strengthening of services for survivors of wartime sexual assault to overcome stigmatization; development of new services, especially psycho-social support and outreach strategies, especially for male survivors and survivors from Serbian, Roma, Ashkali, and Egyptian communities.

It also recommends interventions to change patriarchal norms and gender roles; improved access to reparations, including the amendment of the 2014 Law on the Status and the Rights of the Martyrs, Invalids, Veterans, Members of Kosovo Liberation Army, Sexual Violence Victims of the War, Civilian Victims and their Families, to reflect the findings of the study and needs of the survivors.

The report further recommends the removal of time limits to apply for the official status of wartime rape victim, which confers certain state benefits, considering that some survivors might not apply because they fear certain family members, or do not want to “shame” them.

It urges the authorities to “amend the timeframe for war-related incidents of sexualised violence covered by the law to encompass the whole period of conflict. The current temporal limitation discriminates between survivors and disproportionately withholds survivors from ethnic minorities from exercising their rights. The suggestion is to adopt the timeframe stipulated in the Law on Missing Persons, which ranges from 1 January 1998 to 31 December 2000”.

It is estimated there are around 20,000 survivors of wartime rape in Kosovo.

[jacob-the-gun]

Vioara (vioara) este un fel de orchestră super curată cântată pentru a suna instrumente de transport. Este răspândit pe scară largă în întreaga lume, este coarda orchestră modernă a instrumentului principal. În muzică joacă o poziție foarte importantă, este pilonul orchestrei simfonice moderne, dar are și abilități dificile de a cânta instrument solo.

Apariția viorii moderne a fost de 300 de ani de istorie, este muzica occidentală din secolul al XVII-lea într-unul dintre cele mai importante instrumente ca instrument regina, a fost, de asemenea, producția este ea însăși o vioară poarta pentru arta plastică. Tonul frumos al viorii, aproape de o gamă largă, iar performanța este puternică, sa născut din acea zi, el a fost în instrumentul de poziție semnificativă, pentru oamenii iubiți. Dacă pianul este „regele instrumentelor muzicale, atunci vioara este „regina instrumentelor”.

Timp de secole, compozitorul de renume mondial a scris o mulțime de lucrări clasice de vioară, violonist în acest instrument în suflet, dezvoltarea artei spectacolului superb. Vioara poate concerte si solo.

Vioara este o coardă de patru instrumente cu arc, familia fiind membrii principali ai sistemului familial al altor membri sunt: (viola, violoncelul și basul). Vioara modernă provine din italianul Craig mona, în anii 1600-1750 pentru a deveni cel mai mare centru de producție de vioară. Celebrii maeștri care produc chitare sunt: Nicola Amati (nicolas, Marty), Antonio Stradivari (tigla de jos Antonio Stella) și Giuseppe Guarneri (ji plug pu melon nai); Au făcut instrumente până acum neprețuite. Melodia a cincea de viori: g, d1, a1, e2, înregistrează mai mult de trei grupe și jumătate, este instrument indispensabil pentru orchestră, de asemenea, după instrumente.

[virtchandmoir]

iceacademyofmontreal: I.AM at Worlds 2024. What a week...! It is still difficult to find words for our gratitude, emotions and pride. The @isufigureskating together with @skatecanada and @patinageqc have organized the perfect ISU World Figure Skating Championship in our home - @montreal. THANK YOU! Our athletes, our coaches, our entire I.AM team and all of you have waited so long! With our 8th World Gold medal we could not have wished for anything more. Thank you to the entire, worldwide skating family - a dream come true! And this is why we exist, this is why I.AM!

Merci 💙

I.AM aux Mondiaux 2024. Quelle semaine...! Il est encore difficile de trouver les mots pour exprimer notre gratitude, nos émotions et notre fierté. La @isufigureskating, avec @skatecanada et @patinageqc, a organisé le parfait Championnat du monde de patinage artistique de l’ISU chez nous - à @montreal. MERCI ! Nos athlètes, nos entraîneurs, toute notre équipe I.AM et vous tous avez attendu tellement longtemps ! Avec notre 8ème médaille d’or aux mondiaux nous n’aurions pas pu souhaiter mieux. Merci à toute la famille mondiale du patinage - un rêve devenu réalité ! Et c’est pourquoi nous existons, c’est pourquoi I.AM !

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[tristan-47]

Project Topic : The Notion of Private Data Protection

For the Project I will be making, I will be talking about the Protection of Data Protection and the Underlying questions of a Data Surveillance plan by the prism of Jean Michel JARRE's and Edward SNOWDEN's collaboration song "Exit" from JARRE's 2015 Album "Electronica 1 : The Time Machine".

They are not just one Question I want to ask but rather two perspectives on this Topic...

The first one, in SNOWDEN's words is, can the Current Technological Developments be used to protect Private Protection in the future ?

The second one, from JARRE's perspective is, can there be, currently, a Resistance against any Data Ownership Abuse that Society generated ?

For this Project, I will be answering this Question with the Press Articles from "Slate" as well as the Daily Newspaper where SNOWDEN actually came from "The Guardian".

Due to the presence of references that SNOWDEN and JARRE quoted that are outside of this particular Track and Album, I will be also be using SNOWDEN's Biography on Wikipedia as well as the Genealogy of the JARRE Family concerning the motherhood side of it, being the French Resistant Fighter France PEJOT.

SOURCES :

[bartholomaus]

Oameni buni, fiti mai iertatori! Razboiul s-a terminat demult. Participantii la razboi -de indiferent care parte au luptat- au fost exonerati de orice fel de vini individuale. Oamenii astia nu "si-au tradat patria: Romania", ci au fost folositi de catre/ si-au servit/ au fost nevoiti sa mearga la razboi pentru patria lor cea veche: dualitatea austro-ungara. Oamenii sunt sub vremuri -si un pic de cumpatare n-ar strica atunci cand avem pornirea de a-i judeca din fata unui ecran mare, din fotoliul nostru comfortabil si dintr-o alta lume. Etnicii romani de acolo nu aveau -majoritatea- cum se face scutiti de serviciul militar respectiv (asa cum nu s-ar fi putut exclude de la plata impozitelor); au existat fugi individuale -destule; dar cine avea o familie, o bruma de proprietate, niste parinti bolnavi etc nu putea fugi prin creierii muntilor si riscandu-si totul (inclusiv viata), de obicei. Daca te-a prins razboiul acolo, marsaluiesti sub steagul si-n uniforma care ti-s date -si asta-i datul sortii. Si te rogi sa nu fii pus in situatia de-ati omori congenerii (daca ai constiinta asta). Oamenii de prin zonele noastre au fost de multe ori in situatia asta: valahii si moldovenii s-au casapit intre ei de nenumarate ori (numai Stefan cel Mare a invadat Tara Romaneasca de nici nu mai stiu cate ori -vezi "Cruciada impotriva lui Stefan cel Mare" aparuta la Humanitas); valahii pe valahi, sau moldovenii pe moldoveni de asemeni -atunci gand s-au gasit in tabere diferite aflate-n competitie pentru acelasi tron. Maghiarii insisi au fost socati atunci cand au prins in prizonierat ceangai sau secui cetateni romani (vezi "Dincolo de transee" publicata de Humanitas). Ciobani romani aflati in transhumanta prin Balcani s-au trezit vajnici militari bulgari (vezi "Viata si aventurile unui cioban roman in Bulgaria") -iar asta cu stiinta autoritatilor romanesti de la Sofia (care n-au putut face nimic pentru ei). Basarabenii "nostri" au fost dusi de valurile istoriei si incolo, si incoace; ba chiar si niste divizii intregi de militari "regateni" au ajuns sa intoarca armele impotriva conationalilor lor in cel de-al Doilea Razboi Mondial (asta a fost tradare, totusi -deci da: nu chiar totu-i relativ). Am postat imaginea si scrisoarea asta pentru a surprinde un pic din sufletul omului: altfel, dac-as fi avut doar imaginea, fara textul aferent, as fi zis ca era ungur sau austriac; gasesc grafia si sintaxa textului fascinante -si da: e evident ca omul asta n-a trecut printr-o scoala care preda dupa niste standarde centralizate (in cel mai bun caz o fi reusit sa invete pentru cativa anisori la o scoala parohiala, sau cu vreun dascal); e un miracol faptul ca era cunoscator de ceva carte, nu umilitor faptul ca "facea atatea greseli" privit din perspectiva noastra tantosa!

[666apocalisses-blog]

"ESCLUSIVISSIMA MONDIALE si rivela all'universo L'APOCALITTICA DEA LILITH LA LUNA NERA SAMANTHA JENNIFER PONTIERO L'APOCALISSE 🌍👽🇮🇹🌚

in persona"

[angelsarecomputers]

Tell us more about your Kim/Eyes headcanons...........

ooooonoobiobpbobobohsizgngsag okay okay okayyyyyy....

so. i have many headcanons for 'eyes' himself. his real name was dominic erives. he was a half-mesque, half-mondial second generation immigrant in revachol. when he was younger his older brothers forced him to get involved with gangs, but he was arrested and sent to prison when he was around sixteen or so but got out early because he made a deal with the rcm to join their ranks (this was at the beginning of their organisation, they were desperate for members and willing to use blackmail to achieve their goals)

he was a member of whatever religion used to exist in mesque before dolores dei, the one she attempted to cleanse to bring about secularist worship of her and moralism. he had a lot to say about dolores dei's crimes and the flaws in the system she created, though he was more centrist than anything else. his knowledge of all the terrible shit she did is one of the main reasons kim stopped being a devout dolorian.

early on, dom became addicted to painkillers as a way of coping with the job. he never really wanted to be a cop in the first place; he only became one because he felt it was his only way out of prison and the mazda. he was a very empathetic person (not harry levels of empathetic, but still a pretty sensitive dude) and hated the violence that he had to see and commit daily. but eventually he managed to recover, convincing himself that he was happy being a cop despite the fact that he was basically forced into it, and that at the very least he was working to stop other people from ending up the way he did (he's not. ACAB will always include the rcm)

if he wasn't a member of the rcm, he'd have liked to be a novelist. dom had a lot of big ideas, and was a massive history buff; his dream was to write an alternate history of the world involving a utopian archipelago called 'the isles of the blessed'. he used to have scrapbooks where he'd organise his ideas whenever he got the chance, which unfortunately wasn't often

he was married and had five kids, but never really appreciated his wife valeria. his job was very hard on their relationship, and she never really wanted to be a housewife in the first place just like he never really wanted to be a cop. they used to love each other, but the main reason they got married was out of obligation. dom was always quite awkward and anxious, especially when it came love, and feared that if he didn't marry her he would never find anyone else. but it only ended up badly for the two of them, unfortunately

dom really loved his kids, since he'd always been fond of children, but one of the hardest things about being a cop for him was how often he had to deal with children in bad situations, children who are criminals, dead children. by the end of his life he had distanced himself from them to cope with his fear that they would end up the same way, so unfortunately his family life wasn't the best. this only served to entrench him further in a job he had to convince himself he wanted. this only served to help him get closer to kim...

hang about, i'll reblog this with my headcanons regarding their relationship cause this post is already way too long LOL