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docholligay · 6 years ago

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Aino’s 8: Chapter One--Spark Plug

This is for @yamadara87!! Happy birthday, and I hope you like it. Around 3500 words.

Minako Aino did not have to be a criminal. She had many gifts to leverage in her business life, a certain quality with people, a way of knowing exactly what people were going to say when, a gift for making connections and convincing people that what she said was true.

She put the confidence in confidence man.

However, Mina had observed that there were a great many things that people did for pleasure that they didn’t have to do: Running, golfing, sitting in front of a computer for hours, learning the words to speak about wines and their varied shades of flavor.

Her hobby was just slightly different.

Mina had a solid job, and Mina was well compensated and Mina was bored.

“You know,” she smiled at the man, overfilled with money and underfilled with any sort of charm, the woman on his arm as much an accessory as the Lamborghini he was about to buy, “some of our customers, who have a bit more distinction,” she smiled at him sweetly with a nod, “prefer to order the LP Spyder,” she shook her head and indicated to the Huracán in front of her, “but of course, this is a fine car, seen often around town, and--”

“No, no,” the man waved his hand and drew his arm around the young woman next to him, “we definitely want something a bit more, he smiled lasciviously at the woman, “charged.”

Bored.

It was so easy, talking men into this upgrade or the next, subtly chipping away at whatever sense of superiority they had until the only way to repair it was to add on another specialty package, purchase a custom upholstery, and of course always get a maintenance package with Mina’s preferred garage.

On this, Mina got the slight tingle of deception, at least. She should have been selling the plans through the dealership, but Haruka’s garage gave her a kickback, and she gave her old friend some extra business.

Haruka was a more talented mechanic than anyone at the dealership anyhow, and had been since they were kids, and so she told herself that this was very Robin Hood of her, despite everything else she did to her clients.

“Of course, you’ll want to add the lifting system and magento-rheologic suspension.” She said, as if it were not a question for a man of such discerning tastes.

“Oh, oh yes, how could I not?” he chuckled.

Bored.

But there was a bright spot on the horizon, highlighted in the newspaper Mina picked through as she sat in the uninspiring beige break room, eating her uninspiring cold pizza, tapping her uninspiring black pumps on the floor. She almost missed it, only half interested in the goings-on in the world even in the best of times, when something caught her eye.

A gala.

Normally such a thing would have escaped her notice completely, or rather, escaped her interest. But this gala was in an unexpected place: Las Vegas. She hardly thought that the fine people of this world would end up in a place so gauche, but as she read the article, it seemed, reading between the lines, that the Belmont Stakes had gotten a bit too egalitarian. The whole Triple Crown had, and they had made two separate stops for the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness Stakes, ending the whole thing in Las Vegas for the Belmont.

And there was a Triple Crown contender this year.

Mina’s mind whirred. People bet for different reasons. Because they believed themselves to be luckier than they were was a compelling one, because they felt the thrill once and couldn’t stop was another, and a lesser one was that they enjoyed it in a simple and safe manner.

But rich people bet to show others they could, more than anything, and of all the odds placed on the Belmont, she liked those the best.

There was a quirk of the Nevada state law, Mina had learned, that required a casino to keep on hand all the cash required to pay out the bets placed. Even discounting the gala being held with those society prigs, there would be a wealth of cash in the vaults. But with them, her eyes began to glitter with possibilities, and images of her lying on a beach, attractive beach waitstaff serving her day in and day out, totally ignoring that she would very likely begin to find that boring as well.

The rub of it all was, of course, that she couldn’t leave the state.

She was still on probation.

But that was no reason not to dream, she thought, looking at the picture of the glittering and beautiful people printed in black and white in front of her on the society pages.

It wouldn’t do any harm to find out who was going to be there, right?

She opened her phone, and called an old enemy.

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Michiru Kaioh was also bored, as it turned out, but her wealth and privilege allowed her to be bored in the sort of way that only the very rich ever know, absentmindedly strolling through the fine fashion halls of Milan, touring the Champagne region, on safari in Africa. In each of this places she stared at the beauty and wonder in front of her as if she were watching a rerun of Big Brother, arms crossed, with only an occasional smile when a question was asked her directly.

This was to say nothing of the multitude of dates she had been on, fine girls from fine families trying to ply her with expensive wines or decadent chocolates, dinners at the most exclusive restaurants, and river cruises up the Danube. They were all fun enough, for something to while the hours away, but nothing of it ever captured or excited her, and none of them ever held her interest for longer than it took to mollify her parents’ anxiety that she would never settle down suitably.

And so, she had turned to crime at the age of 18.

It had started in small enough ways, passing off a sketch done by a fellow artist as a genuine Picasso, that had never seen the light of day, “because, you know, it came out of Germany under unfortunate circumstances which are surely neither the fault of it or ourselves,” and it had gone so smoothly, and yet made her heart race in a way she knew not of, that the addiction was instant.

She had honed her craft carefully, the swindle, the gift of ingratiation, of how to say no without ever making someone feel ill at ease, how to dodge a question so beautifully that it became a ballet, all the things her mother had taught her about being a proper woman in society now a Swiss Army knife of tools against her own class.

It was the only thing which gave her a genuine smile.

Michiru had never been caught, and she had no intention of ever being, and indeed, though a fair number of her co-conspirators had been jailed for her multitude of adventures, Michiru herself seemed quite untouchable. The years had passed well for her, ever bolder, ever grander, ever more beautiful even as she reached her late 30s, and still terribly, boldly unmarried.

It was this boldness that allowed her to answer the phone when it rang, when ‘Do not answer and allow her to be grateful you hadn’t had her killed’ came up on her caller ID.

“You have precisely 30 seconds to explain your call.” She said simply.

Many would have started at this cool reception, but Mina would have been more startled if it had not been, given their history.

“How do you feel about stealing from every society fuck you’ve ever met at once?”

Michiru paused. “Not...disinterested. Go on.”

Mina had many gifts that might have benefitted her in civilian life, if she had cared to have it.

Mina laid out her plan, a take so great that Michiru was mildly annoyed she had not thought of it herself. Whatever else you could say about Mina, and there were a great many things Michiru had, there was a certain rough quality of creativity in her that was difficult to argue. It was the reason she, too, had been untouched, until she had been so foolish as to allow her reach to exceed her grasp, and had attempted to buffalo Michiru Kaioh.

“We only have three weeks to gather this, you know,” Michiru considered, “and I do hope you have learned a valuable lesson from our last dalliance.”

“I learned I can make more money with you than against you, and that’s all I care about.” Mina said flatly, “and if anyone can get something like this together in three weeks, it’s us.”

Michiru turned over her former associates in her head. “I have an electronics expert, and a man, so to speak, on the inside at the Bellagio security.”

One of the benefits of Mina and Michiru’s partnerships was that they knew as little as possible about the other, and both were comfortable never asking too many questions. It was the most comfortable uneasy partnership ever conceived.

“And you know an explosives expert.”

Michiru gave a chuff of a laugh. “Rei? I daresay she is the only person on this earth who loathes you more than I do.”

“Oh take a number! Don’t flatter yourself, Kaioh.”

“My mistake. There must be a great many people who loathe you, and god only knows how many people you have chosen to seduce in the middle of work, however, I assure you that Rei Hino has a long memory for such things and is often disinclined toward forgiveness.” She took a sip of her rosewater as the mist of the sea wafted in from the coast of Morocco.

“Well,” Michiru could hear Mina’s smile through the phone, “lucky you’re so silvertounged. You talk to her, I’ll talk to my people--I can supply us an acrobat, a dealer, and a mechanic. Probably. She gets mad at me. Says I let her go to jail too much.”

“Hm,” Michiru flicked her eyebrow as if Mina could see her, and in the way Mina generally knew people, she very likely could in some manner, “I will meet you in Los Angeles next week. In the meantime, I will attempt to curry favor with the planning board--it should take little, one of them has been after me for weeks to accept a social invitation.”

“And I’ll talk to actual humans. See you then.”

Mina hung up with not so much as a goodbye, but neither did Michiru require it of her. Any polite social interaction they might have managed had been buried at Mina’s attempted con, and at the quick correction of her arrest and conviction. She knew the venom Michiru carried now, and Michiru enjoyed the caution.

The Belmont gala. She already had her gown, something that delicately dripped off her shoulder in bright crystalline drops that melted to a seafoam’s lace down the bodice and skirt, the tenderest blues and pinks like watercolor underneath. It was couture and it was beautiful and it had not given Michiru a single smile until this moment, imagining herself in the intricate and graceful frock, smiling and laughing politely and making conversation as the entire betting pool was stolen out from under them.

She took another sip of her rosewater and looked out at the sea, glittering and twinkling as the eyes of someone who knows a secret, and she smiled dangerously, baring all of her teeth.

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Rei did not consider herself a criminal, in the strictest sense. Certainly the things she did were illegal, but the law and ethics had parted ways some time ago on this earth, and so she considered herself more of a warrior than anything.

She enjoyed a certain amount of asceticism, and one could assume that she was punishing herself for some imagined flaw, until one spoke to her, and found her quite assured of her own impeccable nature. No, the spareness of her living was simply a quirk of her own mind, something she had taken up regardless of the vast sums of money she had accumulated with her work.

That people paid her was nearly immaterial, used only to fund jobs she believed in on the most personal levels.. She liked the feeling of bringing down corruption, she liked the feel of the fire and the explosion, and most of all she liked the way her reputation proceeded her, how her name was whispered softly and reverently in the underbelly of the world.

Rei had worked with Michiru Kaioh a handful of times, and as much as she loathed the gilded bourgeois of her very existence, there was something intriguing about Michiru that Rei could not deny, and kept her wrangled in, a sort of aura that shone off of her in pearlescent light.

Besides, she was not averse to being a traitor to her own class, and there had to be some inherent value in that.

And so, it was with this attitude that she accepted Michiru’s invitation to lunch. It surprised her not at all that Michiru was near the tiny apartment she had taken up on a foreign shore, as Michiru seemed to be everywhere at once.

That was easy when your family had a fleet of private jets.

The lunch was on the private balcony of Michiru’s suite, and no longer occurred to Rei to find such things noteworthy or unusual, and she had never found them particularly dazzling--Rei’s father had been a man of important political significance, and such things only reminded her of the times in her childhood when she had been trotted out like a show pony--but the food was good, and it seemed as natural as an office might be for another person, and so Rei sat.

“I trust you have been keeping busy?” Michiru smiled her knowing smile.

Rei gave a smirk. There was little chance that Michiru was not already aware of Rei’s work, and was simply making clever conversation the way she always did. The Amazon headquarters. Nestle’s water plants. They all had the mark of Rei’s work, and Michiru was no great fool.

But she kicked back and took a long drink of the filtered water in front of her.

“Always.”

Michiru cut through to it quickly. “I don’t suppose you’re looking for work?”

Rei grumbled at her. “Not after what happened last time.”

“Oh, Rei, we got off without a scratch, then, didn’t we? Aside from all that, that was four years ago,” Michiru looked over to where the waiter and butler were beginning to bring in a tray, “Ah yes, how lovely. I do hope you’ll forgive me the rudeness of ordering for you, but I was a bit afraid you might be tempted to flee, and I believe I still have some appreciation of you palate.”

It was ramen, though more high-minded than anything Rei was accustomed to eating, and certainly not something that must have been a simple ask in this place. She hadn’t seen a ramen shop in months, and her mouth watered, even as her mind warned her that Michiru was not unlike a siren in her dealings.

The service left, as Michiru nodded to them gracefully, neatly beginning to tuck in to her ratatouille.

“What if I were to tell you the target would be the larger international society? CEOs, family money, ambassadors, and the like? And that we could take them all in one night?”

Rei looked at her across the table, wishing she could be as disinterested, wishing that Michiru was not calling her back to that table for anything other than a polite lunch.

And yet, to imagine all of those people, covered in clothing that could pay for a child’s yearly education, laughing and drinking champagne, as she stole right from underneath them...well, Rei’s sense of personal satisfaction was occasionally greater than her sense of self-preservation, and Michiru saw her eyebrow twitch with the struggle.

“Horse racing. The Belmont Stakes, which I know you abhor,” Michiru took a sip of some crisp, clear white wine, “ but there will be a grand party, and a great deal of wagers laid, and,” she paused for dramatic effect, ”I heard Senator Hino and his new bride might be in attendance.”

Rei had worked on many personal skills over the years, at one time being as likely to explode as anything she set with a fuse, and she had learned to have a steadier hand, over time. To control herself and will herself into waiting for the opportune moment.

Unless, of course, her father was involved.

“What?!” She hammered her hand down on the table, rattling the bone china and crystal.

“I’ve often been applauded for my elocution, you heard me perfectly well.”

Her father. She’d heard that woman he married was at least 20 years his junior, besides. The head of some loan company, offering her father ever more the social clout and immense wealth that he’d reached for all of his life.

She had been invited to the wedding. She had pretended the wedding invitation hadn’t come at all, slipping it into the garbage without opening it, so she did not even, not really, know this woman’s name.

“You said maybe he’d come?”

Michiru nabbed a napkin at the edges of her mouth, where a bit of balsamic had disrespectfully flickered. “If I let him know of my intentions, and make some overture that he should attend, I think we both know he shan’t miss it.”

It was true. Senator Hino had spend a great deal of time trying to be invited to the inner circle of the Kaiohs and their social level, the rich and well-bred among the rich and well-bred. It was something Rei never longed for and yet was utterly sure that she could attain, if she had.

If Michiru invited him, he would come.

Rei looked at warily, but with an undeniable sense of raw desire for the work.

“I’m in,” She leaned back on the chair, “are we just dividing it 50/50?”

Michiru folded her hands in her lap. ‘Well, this will be a rather large operation, getting past security, observing the casino itself, et cetera.”

Rei nodded her agreement. “But evenly?”

Michiru paused for a moment, and it occurred to Rei that she may not know. Michiru had entered into crime for her own reasons, and while Rei cared little for the money herself, she at least pretended to, but Michiru’s wealth had made it nearly irrelevant, what the individual take was on any given job.

“Yes, of course,” she said finally, as if Rei was all the sillier for asking, “However, there is something I feel pressed to mention, as golden an opportunity s this may be, there may be occasion for you to practice some restraint.”

She sipped her wine delicately, as if the next point was hardly worth mentioning.

“We will be working with Mina Aino, I am certain you rememb--”

“What?!” The surprise and rage of a few moments ago repeated itself in near-perfect copy.

“You can defraud your father, or you can avoid Mina, but I am afraid you cannot do both.” Michiru looked at her pointedly.

Rei sat for a moment, considering her options. The things Michiru was offering her were tempting, and though they sometimes saw each other socially, when Michiru breezed and and out of her life, it had been a long while since they had worked together on a job, and Michiru’s jobs always had an element of creativity and danger.

She flicked her eyes up at Michiru. “Mina.”

“Oh come now Rei,” She said as if gently chiding a child, “it isn’t as if you ended up in prison, you just had a bit of..” she gestured softly, “a disappointed love affair. Aside from all that, it the most technical sense, it is her job, though we are sharing management responsibilities. So if we wish to play ball, as they say, we must play with the team on the field.”

In a contest of who Rei hated more, there were few people that would best her father, and so she smiled at Michiru and extended her hand across the table.

“Promise me we’ll take them for everything.”

Michiru smiled in return. “I vow to do my all to encourage him to wager with the greatest irresponsibility.”

Rei took a drink of the win in front of her, finally assured of her position. “And promise me I won’t have to deal with Mina.”

“In as much as is possible, I will try to ensure you do not fall in love with Miss Aino.”

Rei growled. “I was never IN LOVE WITH HER, it was just that one night and--”

Michiru sighed, smiled, and took a drink of her wine.

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queensandkingsofattolia · 7 years ago

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How about whichever four questions of your choice to answer for the asks?

Ooohh! Thank you, Anon! *goes to sift through questions*

EDIT: This was a lot of fun to do so thank you again, Nonnie!

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Beautiful That Way - Il Volo | I am back listening to these guys after while and this is such a quiet and sweet and pretty song. (I also managed to sneak it onto @ewokshootsfirst dinner playlist at her wedding reception!)

Only Angel - Harry Styles | I love his whole debut album but I was reminded of my love for this particular song the other day.

Cioa Adios - Anne-Marie | Stumbled on this song by accident and have been listening to it on repeat ever since. 2002 is also super catchy.

Eleven/Play - Todrick Hall | This video is just…so good, and I constantly find myself humming both songs. Painting In The Rain is also really good, but in the painful way.

Familiar - Liam Payne & J Balvin | I wasn’t going to include this one but in the name of being honest, I’ve been playing it nonstop since I discovered it 2 days ago.

22. Where would you like to travel? I would love to go back to New Zealand ASAP because it is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen in my life. I created a bucket list just so I could put “Hike the Samaria Gorge” on it, and I’d like to travel through most of Greece and the Greek islands. Italy has always been on my list of dream places to travel. Confession though, a lot of my obsession with the Mediterranean has to do with the Queen’s Thief. Taking an anthropology class this past semester further cemented my fascination with Roman, Greek, and pre-Greek, e.g Minoan, civilizations though. I think Morocco would be a beautiful place to visit as well.

53. Favorite makeup brand? Fun fact, I am obsessed with makeup. I’m not very good at it, but I love it. You can use makeup to shapeshift however you want and I think that’s pretty darn cool. My favorite drugstore makeup brand is Wet’N’Wild because their MegaLiner Liquid Eyeliner and Photo Focus Eyeshadow Primer are essentials in my daily routine. For higher end makeup, I really like Tarte, especially the Tarteist PRO Amazonian Clay eyeshadow pallette.

145. Tea or Coffee? I will take any and every opportunity given to me to talk about my love for coffee! From espresso to the rest-o, I love it all! I’ve recently started trying to experiment with cold brewing coffee at home. If anyone has any tips/suggestions for making cold brew, I need some help!

Part of: Put A Number In My Ask

#queensandkingsofattolia #Ask queens #not quite queen's thief sorry

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celia-martinez-writes · 5 years ago

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Ep. 3 Zen Morning in Morocco

The sun was slowly letting me know it’s up already and so should I. Still curled up in his arms, I felt a warm kiss on my shoulder. Last night’s excitement still hadn’t faded. “Good morning, sunshine!” I loved how it sounded, but still didn’t feel like getting up. I didn’t want the dream to end. The dreaded sound of an incoming message ruined my plans. “That’s mine”, he murmured. “Honey, I need to take care of something during the morning, but then we’ll have the day to ourselves.” “Oh, well, I’m not picky, as long as we can do something fun later today.” “Deal! I’ll show around and take you the least beaten path. Most tourists miss those things.” After a light breakfast, I lingered in the lobby for a little while, enjoying an iced coffee. I noticed a picture on a bulletin board. It was a traditional hammam, apparently near to the hotel. Last time I went to a hammam, I enjoyed it greatly. It left me with slightly less skin, after a harsh scrub, but still it was a refreshing experience. So, yes, it seemed a perfect way to begin the day. Then I might do some treasure hunting in the medina. I took a walk to the bathhouse. At a first glance, it didn’t look fancy. I got lucky I saw the ladies entrance first. Otherwise, I would have missed it all together. But inside, a hidden treasure. Beyond the entrance, there was a charming, sunlit garden with a few boldly colored parrots. There were several ladies enjoying teas and gossip. Well, that’s what you do in such a place, right? A quick change in a more comfortable attire and I was off to a few rounds of steam, scrub and oils. I requested a gentler massage this time. I was relaxing in a massage room, when I heard a familiar voice arguing in Arabic and out of the blue, a faint gunshot sound. Guns, in here? What happened? My attendant and I slowly opened the door, but nobody was in sight and nothing seemed to disturb the tranquility of the adjacent bathing hall. As I was ready to leave, I enquired at the reception if everything was all right, but no one heard anything. Walking through the medina, I was trying to sort things out. Only I heard the shot? No, the attendant must have heard it as well. Although she soon disappeared after that. Maybe it wasn’t a gun being fired. But what it troubled me mostly, was that I thought I heard Dream Guy’s voice. I knew he spoke many languages, so why not Arabic, too. I never asked. Would I ask him later? What would I say? I’m not sure. He mentioned earlier that he had something to do, but he didn’t say someone to kill. Who would say that, anyway? This is not a mystery movie, but it surely is becoming one. After all that blabbering in my head, I found myself along an impressive alley, full with clothes shops. They were selling traditional clothing, and they hanged fabrics along the alley. It was like a colorful breeze, inviting you to try them on. I laid my eyes on a light blue dress, decorated with colorful threads and an intricate embroidery. It suited me and the shopkeeper thought I should adorn it with a shawl, it would also keep me shade in the already noon sun. The outfit was almost complete. I only needed some black eye powder, which I got in the store next door. Voila a Moroccan beauty!

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kazlifeadventures · 5 years ago

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Boston, you knocked my Sox off!

(See what I did there!)

Loooong travel day, 6.5hr bus trip back to DC, followed by a train to the airport. I had allowed a good 5 hrs from the bus arrival to the flight departure, so when the flight was delayed by another hour it turned out to be a very long day!! All part of travelling though, and I am still the worst sleeper ever, so that doesn’t help either! I booked a brand new hotel that is part of a chain I have stayed in before. Good choice Kaz, it seems familiarity is still something you crave even when you have been on the crazy odyssey I have been on! Not the most expensive, but not the cheapest either, although research showed me that Boston is not the cheapest place for accomodation! Good news is I again lucked out and have ended up in walking distance to all the stops on the freedom trail, as well as the Tea party ships in the harbour. Oh, I almost forgot, more importantly walking distance to little Italy... seriously , yum...

My first day here, was a colder, wet day, and after my late night and big sleep, I decided to explore my local area, and find a laundromat, get the boring but necessary part of travel out of the way. I ended up at a local coffee shop while I was waiting ( in the Italian quarter - I worked out later.... in my defence I was tired!!) Anyway I had some great chats with some locals at both the coffee shop and the laundromat. Yes, I still talk to strangers....

I will admit it, I am in love with Boston. This place seems to have just the right balance of everything. Public transport system is not the newest or cleanest (or cheapest..) BUT it still got me in all the feels. The history here is amazing. I thoroughly enjoyed walking the freedom trail. Cheapo that I am I didn’t want to buy the map or books, I found a free online interactive map, that told me the stories of the sites, and conveniently the sidewalks had a tiled red section indicating the trail (no arrows or numbers like the one in Hanover though). Apparently a journalist had suggested marking the path to the 16 landmark sites some time in the 1950’s - fabulous idea!!! The walk itself apparently takes about 2.5 hours (its about 4 miles) and covers the sites that are integral parts of the history of not just this city, but of the entire country. The freedom trail takes you on a journey of the major players who were a part of the Boston Tea Party, an uprising that set the country on a course that ultimately ended in a war with England, and the birth of a new nation. Charleston, the site of the Bunker hill monument ( the final stop of the trail), a giant 67m tall granite monument erected between 1825 and 1843 was one of the sites of the first major battles between the British and the Patriot forces in the American Revolutionary War.

Luckily one of the guys in reception had suggested a local Italian deli that make, the best, Italian sub I have ever put in my mouth. Seriously. Tastiest thing ever. the fact that they shave the meat to order as they make it, only adds to the appeal. I then located a shop that makes Italian pastries getting a couple of cannolis that I was destined to eat over the next couple days. (Sad to say they may have been nicer than the ones I had in Sicily recently —-eeek yep I said it!!!) There are no rules about following the freedom trail, so truth be told I kind of did some on one day, then wandered and decided to start from the beginning the second day I was here, starting in the famous Biston Common, taking in such beautiful buildings as the Massachusetts state house, kings chapel, the site of the Boston massacre, Feneuil hall, and some amazing cemeteries (Google the whole list if you're interested!) It was then time for a lunch stop, and where better than Boston's oldest restaurant, the Union Oyster. I had to have the clam chowder and a lobster roll! The building was amazing, the interior covered in historical pictorials. The food was good, probably not worth the price, (and the roll was not as nice as the one I'd had in NYC) but hey it's the ambience and the history you sign up for!

After lunch I stopped before heading to Bunker hill, Instead heading to the Tea party ships and museum (in the opposite direction). Thinking about it, its not much different to how I have done everything else on this crazy adventure. I kind of just wing it and seem to end up in the right place at the right time. When I arrived at the tea party museum, I was just in time for the start of the next tour. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, these things are awesome. They have actors who take on the role of historical figures and lead you through the events of the past. You are given a card with your own character on it and encouraged to join in (as if I need more encouragement...) My kind of leaning really!!! The mix of live interactive performance and the films they show you gave me an incredible insight and understanding of the events that have been dubbed as the ‘Boston tea party’. The Boston Tea Party was a political protest that took place on 16th December 1773 at Griffin’s Wharf. American colonists, frustrated and angry at Britain for imposing “taxation without representation.” They boarded the ships and smashed open and dumped about 350 or so lead lined chests of tea, imported by the British East India Company, into the harbour. This event was the first major act of defiance to British rule over the colonists.

My last full day I spent out in Salem. The story of the witch hysteria, and what occurred back in 1692 is unsettling in the least. Understandable in way, given the time period it occurred, (hey its easier to look at anything in hindsight and go - ‘hey why did that happen’). Anyway it was another rainy day, which added to the intrigue. The city itself plays on its witch history, something I’m not sure sits quite right with me, but I guess you either own it and make it work for you or end up with al the tourists anyway! The historical area of the town has some amazing buildings. The witch museum tour was another tour presented by actors and gave me more if an understanding of the events at that time. The memorial for the 19 people who died as a result of the trials was very well done. A simple space that details the date and manner of thier death, with their final statements carved into the stone entrances to the space. 18 of the accused were hung, with one man (whose wife had already been hung), crushed to death. The law at the time required a trial and a plea to be entered before any punishment was dealt out. Giles Corey refused to enter a plea, so the torture of the day was applied in order to get him to speak. He apparently lasted almost 3 days of having boulders placed upon him, his only words each time, "more weight", his final words apparently a curse upon the town and the office of Sheriff. There is alot more interesting history that revolves around the Salem witch trials. The fact that they recognised they had been wrong and made restitution to the families of those who had been killed was a big step. They still have only theories as to how and why it all began, but I guess an onus of proof instead of heresay is one big thing that came out of it!

I then headed back to Boston on the train, catching a local train to get me over to Bunker hill memorial (yeah- I didn't feel like walking a mile by then!). I didn't climb the memorial as it was too late for the last entry, but it's impressive and kind of humbling to stand at its base knowing what occurred here.

All too soon, my time here is over! 😪

I'm off to Chicago to see another friend from my Morocco tour - more Boston photos to come (as usual!!)

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muhlenbergcollege · 5 years ago

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Coming up this week at Muhlenberg... 🔬 Monday, September 16: The Career Center at Muhlenberg College Internship Showcase. Talk to peers about their summer research and internship experiences. 11 a.m. - 2 p.m., Seegers 113. 📓 Monday, September 16 at 5 p.m. & Tuesday, 9/17 at 6 p.m.: Seminars for Academic Success: Reading & Notetaking. Academic Resource Center Seminar Room, Seegers Union Lower Level ✈️ Tuesday, September 17 at 5 p.m. & Thursday, 9/19 at 6 p.m.: Muhlenberg Integrated Learning Abroad to Spain & Morocco Info Session. Sponsored by History and Religion Studies. Seegers 113. Contact: [email protected]. 👩🏽‍⚕️ Tuesday, September 17: Pre-Health at Muhlenberg Freshman Meeting for members of the Class of 2023 interested in a career as a health professional. 6 p.m., Trumbower 130. RSVP: [email protected] 🍽 Tuesday, September 17: Muhlenberg College Office of Community Engagement Lunch & Such: Co-constructing Possibility. “Partnership: What is it? How do we live it?” 11:30 a.m. - 1 p.m. Seegers 111. 🇪🇸 Wednesday, September 18: First Spanish Club meeting of the semester. 5 p.m., LC Commons (Ettinger 103). ⛰ Wednesday, September 18: Author, writer, & environmental advocate Ken Ilgunas presents "Trespassing Across America." 7:30 p.m., Event Space. 🍨 Wednesday, September 18: Muhlenberg Innovation and Entrepreneurship Program Open House & Ice Cream Social. 7 p.m., Hillside House. 🖼 Wednesday, September 18: Center for Ethics presents “Ronny Quevedo: Space of Play, Play of Space.” Opening Reception. 5:30 p.m., Martin Art Gallery. Contact: [email protected] 🎉 Thursday, September 19: Homecoming Pep Rally. Join Muhlenberg College Cheerleaders to kick off the Homecoming Festivities. 9 p.m., Memorial Hall. 🌎 Friday, September 20: Center for Ethics "Borders & Immigration: Current Challenges and Constitutional Concerns." 2 p.m., Moyer Hall, Miller Forum. Contact: [email protected] 💼 Friday, September 20: Driving Innovation into Thinking, Work and Future Businesses: A talk with Nadeem Hussain ‘79. 2 p.m., Career Lab. Contact: [email protected]. 🏈 September 20-22: Muhlenberg College Alumni Weekend 2019. Join us for Homecoming, participate in academic programming, reunite with classmates. Register online: https://ift.tt/2A02xTo https://ift.tt/2LY24X9

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Five dead and 21 injured after ‘white male’ opens fire in Texas

Five people have been killed and another 21 injured in a mass shooting in west Texas, police have said.

Officers initially said that two shooters may have been at large. Later, they said those fears had proven unfounded, with the lone attacker having used two vehicles.

The shooter who opened fire in Midland and Odessa was a white male in his 30s, the Odessa Police Department said.

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The incident began when a highway patrol officer stopped the driver and was shot, at about 3.17pm on Saturday. The shooter then drove into Odessa and onto the city’s 42nd Street, where many of his victims were shot. He then hijacked a postal van, causing more casualties, police said.

Midland police posted on Facebook that the gunman had eventually been shot and killed outside a Cinergy cinema.

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A man sits in front of riot officers during the rally ‘Calling One Hundred Thousands Christians Praying for Hong Kong Sinners’ in Hong Kong, China

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A migrant forces his way into the Spanish territory of Ceuta. Over 150 migrants made their way into Ceuta after storming a barbed-wire border fence with Morocco

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A beagle jumps through hoops during a show at the Pet Expo Championship 2019 in Bangkok, Thailand. Although the four-day expo is primarily dog oriented it features a wide array of stalls catering to pet owners’ needs as well as showcasing a variety of animals including reptiles, birds, ferrets, and rabbits.

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Baby elephants rub their trunks against a tree at the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust Elephant Orphanage in Nairobi, Kenya. Countries that are part of an international agreement on trade in endangered species agreed on Tuesday to limit the sale of wild elephants, delighting conservationists but dismaying some of the African countries involved.

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Burning rubbles in the market of Bouake, central Ivory Coast, after a fire broke overnight.

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French President Emmanuel Macron gestures as Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, second from left, sits between British Prime Minister Boris Johnson, left, and German Chancellor Angela Merkel as they take part in a meeting at the G7 Summit in Biarritz, France.

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A Brazillian Air Force jet drops water to fight a fire in the Amazon rainforest in the state of Rondonia, Brazil.

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A police officer prepares to strike a protester as clashes erupt during a pro-democracy march in Hong Kong’s Kowloon Bay.

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Oxfam activists in costumes depicting leaders of the G7 nations protest in Biarritz, France on the day before the summit is due to be held there.

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A vendor sits as she sells models of the Hindu deity Krishna on display at a roadside ahead of the ‘Janmashtami’ festival in Chennai.

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A girl reacts next to Pope Francis as he leads the weekly general audience in Paul VI Hall at the Vatican.

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A masked dancer takes part in the Nil Barahi mask dance festival, an annual event during which dancers perform while posing as various deities that people worship to seek blessings, in Bode, Nepal.

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Protesters take to the street to face off with Indonesian police in Manokwari, Papua. The riots broke out, with a local parliament building being torched, as thousands protested allegations that police tear-gassed and arrested students who supported the restive region’s independence.

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People survey the destruction after an overnight suicide bomb explosion that targeted a wedding reception in Kabul, Afghanistan. At least 63 people, mostly wedding guests from the Shi’ite Muslim community, were killed and more than 180 injured when a suicide bomber attacked a wedding hall.

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A man retrieves his prize after climbing up a greased pole during a competition held as part of Independence Day celebrations at Ancol Beach in Jakarta. Indonesia is celebrating its 74th anniversary of independence from the Dutch colonial rule.

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Swiss pianist and composer Alain Roche plays piano suspended in the air at dawn during the 20th “Jeux du Castrum”, a multidisciplinary festival in Switzerland.

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Japan’s Emperor Naruhito and Empress Masako bow during a memorial service ceremony marking the 74th anniversary of Japan’s surrender in World War Two, in Tokyo, Japan.

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A woman walks with a Kashmir’s flag to express solidarity with the people of Kashmir, during a ceremony to celebrate Pakistan’s 72nd Independence Day at the Mausoleum of Muhammad Ali Jinnah in Karachi, Pakistan.

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The extraordinary moment a volcano erupted, shooting luminous hot lava from the surface, as a lightning bolt striked the centre of the mountain. Photographer Martin Reitze, 55, captured rare images of volcanic ash escaping from the Ebeko volcano in Russia whilst the lightning froze the ash cloud in time. Martin, from Munich, was standing around a kilometre away from the northern crater of the volcano when it erupted. The volcano expert said: “The strong lightning which shows in the image is a very rare exception, as it was much stronger than usual.”

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People swim in a public bath pool in Zalakaros, Hungary. Some regions of the country have been issued the highest grade of warning by the National Meteorological Service as the temperatures may reach 33-38 centigrade.

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A pro-democracy protester is held by police outside Tsim Sha Tsui Police station during a demonstration against the controversial extradition bill in Hong Kong.

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Muslim pilgrims make their way down on a rocky hill known as Mountain of Mercy, on the Plain of Arafat, during the annual hajj pilgrimage, near the holy city of Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

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Waves hit a sea wall in front of buildings in Taizhou, China’s eastern Zhejiang province. China issued a red alert for incoming Super Typhoon Lekima which is expected to batter eastern Zhejiang province early on August 10 with high winds and torrential rainfall.

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A herder struggles with his flock across a motorway at the city cattle market, ahead of the Eid al-Adha in Abidjan, Ivory Coast. Eid al-Adha is the holiest of the two Muslims holidays celebrated each year, it marks the yearly Muslim pilgrimage (Hajj) to visit Mecca, the holiest place in Islam. Muslims slaughter a sacrificial animal and split the meat into three parts, one for the family, one for friends and relatives, and one for the poor and needy.

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Kazakh servicemen perform during a ceremony opening the International Army Games at the 40th military base Otar in Zhambyl Region, Kazakhstan.

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Paleontologist Naturalis Anne Schulp takes part in the construction of the skeleton of the Tyrannosaurus Rex called Trix in Naturalis in Leiden, The Netherlands. After a month-long tour of Europe, Trix is home in time for the opening of the new museum.

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Flowers paying tribute to the eight-year-old boy who died after he was pushed under a train at Frankfurt am Main’s station. The horrific crime happened last week and has led politicians to call for heightened security.

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Mourners take part in a vigil near the border fence between Mexico and the US after a mass shooting at a Walmart store in El Paso killed 20 people. The suspected gunman behind shooting is believed to be a 21-year-old white man called Patrick Crusius.

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Pramac Racing’s rider Jack Miller in action during a practice session at the Motorcycling Grand Prix of the Czech Republic. The race will take place on 4 August.

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An extremely rare Pink Meanie jellyfish on display at the Two Oceans Aquarium in Cape Town. The Pink Meanie was discovered during a nightlight jellyfish dive by the collections team in the waters around Robben Island and in Cape Town Harbour. Pink Meanies are jellyvorous, meaning they feed on other jelly species by reeling them in with their long tentacles. Discovering the Pink Meanie in its early ephyra stage meant the team could study its growth rate which turned out to be very quick as it grew to the metaephyra stage in about a week and a half. The Mexican pink meanie (Drymonema larsoni) was only discovered in the year 2000. A Mediterranean relative, known as the Big Pink Jellyfish (Drymonema dalmatinum) has been known to science since the 1800s but when spotted in 2014 it had been almost 70 years since the last sighting. These jellies are incredibly rare and this new South African species is no exception.

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Palestinian men breathe fire on the beach as entertainment for children during the summer vacation in Gaza City.

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A woman rows a boat through the lotus plants on the waters of Dal Lake in Srinagar, the summer capital of Indian Kashmir. The lake is a popular tourist destination because of its floating gardens and lotus flowers.

EPA

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An effigy of demon Ghantakarna is burnt to symbolize the destruction of evil and belief to drive evil spirits and ghost, during the Ghantakarna festival at the ancient city of Bhaktapur, Nepal.

Reuters

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Hundreds of hot air balloons take part in the Great Line at the Mondial Air Ballons festival, in an attempt to break the 2017 record of 456 balloons aligning in an hour during the biggest meeting in the world, in Chambley, France.

Reuters

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Anti-extradition bill protesters with umbrellas attend a rally against the police brutality in Hong Kong.

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A general view of stalls closed following yesterday’s volcanic eruption at the tourism area of Mount Tangkuban Parahu in the north of Bandung, West Java province, Indonesia.

Reuters

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Protesters rally against a controversial extradition bill in the arrivals hall at the international airport in Hong Kong.

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The pack rides in a valley during the eighteenth stage of the 106th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Embrun and Valloire.

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Former special counsel Robert Mueller is sworn in to testify before a House Judiciary Committee hearing on the investigation into Russian Interference of the 2016 Presidential Election.

Reuters

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People cool down at the fountains of Trocadero during a heatwave in Paris.

EPA

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Activists burn an effigy of President Rodrigo Duterte, depicted as a sea monster, during a protest near congress. This is to coincide with his state of the nation address in Manila.

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Protesters run from tear gas, fired by police, after a march against a controversial extradition bill in Hong Kong. The masked protesters covered the walls of China’s office in Hong Kong with eggs and graffiti following another massive rally.

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Fans line the streets of Algiers to see the national Algerian football team take part in an open-top bus parade following their victory in the 2019 Africa Cup of Nations. They were celebrating their second Cup of Nations win, 29 years after their first triumph in 1990.

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The 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission is celebrated in a 17-minute show, “Apollo 50: Go for the Moon” which combined full-motion projection-mapping artwork on the Washington Monument and archival footage to recreate the launch of Apollo 11.

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A pupil from Northlen Primary school sticks a poster of former president Nelson Mandela on a chalkboard, as they mark his birthday in Durban. July 18, marks 101 years since the birth of Mandela in 1918.

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Firefighters rush to the scene to put out a fire that spread to parked cars in Jerusalem, following an extreme heat wave.

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Rescuers work at the site of collapsed building in Dongri area of Mumbai, India.

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A motorist drives past a destroyed house after a large earthquake that hit Surigao City, in the southern island of Mindanao, Philippines.

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French Gendarmes remove fences next to a burning portable toilet during clashes with protesters on the Champs Elysees avenue after the traditional Bastille Day military parade in Paris, France.

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A recortador jumps over a bull during a contest in a bullring at the San Fermin festival in Pamplona, Spain.

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A man sits in front of riot officers during the rally ‘Calling One Hundred Thousands Christians Praying for Hong Kong Sinners’ in Hong Kong, China

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A migrant forces his way into the Spanish territory of Ceuta. Over 150 migrants made their way into Ceuta after storming a barbed-wire border fence with Morocco

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Burning rubbles in the market of Bouake, central Ivory Coast, after a fire broke overnight.

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A Brazillian Air Force jet drops water to fight a fire in the Amazon rainforest in the state of Rondonia, Brazil.

EPA

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A police officer prepares to strike a protester as clashes erupt during a pro-democracy march in Hong Kong’s Kowloon Bay.

AFP/Getty

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Oxfam activists in costumes depicting leaders of the G7 nations protest in Biarritz, France on the day before the summit is due to be held there.

AFP/Getty

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A vendor sits as she sells models of the Hindu deity Krishna on display at a roadside ahead of the ‘Janmashtami’ festival in Chennai.

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A girl reacts next to Pope Francis as he leads the weekly general audience in Paul VI Hall at the Vatican.

Reuters

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A masked dancer takes part in the Nil Barahi mask dance festival, an annual event during which dancers perform while posing as various deities that people worship to seek blessings, in Bode, Nepal.

Reuters

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Swiss pianist and composer Alain Roche plays piano suspended in the air at dawn during the 20th “Jeux du Castrum”, a multidisciplinary festival in Switzerland.

AFP/Getty

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Japan’s Emperor Naruhito and Empress Masako bow during a memorial service ceremony marking the 74th anniversary of Japan’s surrender in World War Two, in Tokyo, Japan.

Reuters

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Martin Reitze/SWNS

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A pro-democracy protester is held by police outside Tsim Sha Tsui Police station during a demonstration against the controversial extradition bill in Hong Kong.

AFP/Getty

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Muslim pilgrims make their way down on a rocky hill known as Mountain of Mercy, on the Plain of Arafat, during the annual hajj pilgrimage, near the holy city of Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

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Kazakh servicemen perform during a ceremony opening the International Army Games at the 40th military base Otar in Zhambyl Region, Kazakhstan.

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Pramac Racing’s rider Jack Miller in action during a practice session at the Motorcycling Grand Prix of the Czech Republic. The race will take place on 4 August.

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Palestinian men breathe fire on the beach as entertainment for children during the summer vacation in Gaza City.

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An effigy of demon Ghantakarna is burnt to symbolize the destruction of evil and belief to drive evil spirits and ghost, during the Ghantakarna festival at the ancient city of Bhaktapur, Nepal.

Reuters

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Anti-extradition bill protesters with umbrellas attend a rally against the police brutality in Hong Kong.

EPA

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A general view of stalls closed following yesterday’s volcanic eruption at the tourism area of Mount Tangkuban Parahu in the north of Bandung, West Java province, Indonesia.

Reuters

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Protesters rally against a controversial extradition bill in the arrivals hall at the international airport in Hong Kong.

AFP/Getty

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The pack rides in a valley during the eighteenth stage of the 106th edition of the Tour de France cycling race between Embrun and Valloire.

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Former special counsel Robert Mueller is sworn in to testify before a House Judiciary Committee hearing on the investigation into Russian Interference of the 2016 Presidential Election.

Reuters

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People cool down at the fountains of Trocadero during a heatwave in Paris.

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Activists burn an effigy of President Rodrigo Duterte, depicted as a sea monster, during a protest near congress. This is to coincide with his state of the nation address in Manila.

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Firefighters rush to the scene to put out a fire that spread to parked cars in Jerusalem, following an extreme heat wave.

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Rescuers work at the site of collapsed building in Dongri area of Mumbai, India.

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A motorist drives past a destroyed house after a large earthquake that hit Surigao City, in the southern island of Mindanao, Philippines.

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French Gendarmes remove fences next to a burning portable toilet during clashes with protesters on the Champs Elysees avenue after the traditional Bastille Day military parade in Paris, France.

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A recortador jumps over a bull during a contest in a bullring at the San Fermin festival in Pamplona, Spain.

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Odessa police chief Michael Gerke said in a press conference: “As far as civilian casualties we have at least 21 shooting victims and at least five deceased. This was a joint effort by a multitude of departments to find this animal and bring him to justice”.

Asked if the suspect had been identified, Mr Gerke said: “He is a white male in his 30s. I don’t have a positive identification on him yet – I have an idea who he is but I won’t release that information until we’re absolutely positive.

Donald Trump confirmed he had been briefed on the incident by the US attorney general’s office, adding that the FBI and other law enforcement agencies were “fully engaged”.

The attack is the latest in a string of high profile instances of gun violence across the US in August, including mass shootings in El Paso, Texas, and Dayton, Ohio, which led to a combined death toll of 31 people

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There have been more mass shootings across the US in 2019 then there have been days in the year so far – with at least 279 incidents taking place across 244 days, according to data compiled by non-profit group the Gun Violence Archive.

A statement from Texas governor Greg Abbot said: “The first lady and I are heartbroken over this senseless and cowardly attack, and we offer our unwavering support to the victims, their families and all the people of Midland and Odessa.

“I want to remind all Texans that we will not allow the Lone Star State to be overrun by hatred and violence. We will unite, as Texans always do, to respond to this tragedy.”

The state’s attorney general, Ken Paxton, said: “I am horrified to see such a senseless act terrorise the fine people of the Permian Basin. Thank you to the courageous local and state first responders who worked quickly today to stop this evil attack.”

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rocknifeshop · 6 years ago

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Head Chef @ Les Jardins de la Medina

We stayed at Jardins de la Médina for the second time, it is one of the best-placed boutique hotel in Marrakesh, it is comfortably set in a traditional and historic building in the Medina. It is full of charm and you feel like you’re also hidden away with so much green all around you.

The beautiful restaurant is in the former reception hall of the Ryad, under the high ceilings of carved cedar, it has an intimate little bar with all the charm of the past. Breakfast and meal times are also among the best times to enjoy the lush greenery of the garden and to stay cool in the soaring temperatures.

I was very fortunate to meet the head chef Sanaa Gamasse at Les Jardins de la Medina.

The food here is delicious and beautifully presented, and it is all overseen by Sanaa. The menu is particularly inventive, with cuisines from Morocco and worldwide, the menu is designed according to the season.

I presented a couple of Rocknives to Sanaa, visited their restaurant kitchen and it was an amazing and special experience to have our Rocknives being showcased in a busy working kitchen out in tropical Marrekesh.

Hopefully Rocknife will get more opportunities to be chopping, dicing and slicing in more exotic and awesome locations around the world. Watch this space!

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coffeebreakstatement · 7 years ago

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Poland Summer 2017 #3: Comfort Zones

There comes a point in your travels when you get comfortable enough with the city you’re in that you recognize the street names and the shops along the way. You start to fit together the pieces of the map in your head. Within a couple of days walking around, I find that I am able to navigate pretty well in a new place. I stayed in Katowice for just under two days. Just when I had started to figure things out, it was time for a change.

Today was a transition day. I went from the relative comfort of cozy Katowice where I had no obligations or plans, to summer school in Cieszyn. I took a bus there that was organized by the school. The lady on the bus gave all the directions in Polish and English, but she used simple enough Polish that I was able to understand even that. There were two girls behind me speaking French. I was actually very hopeful that there would be French-speaking people here because it would be another opportunity to practice a language or at least more people that I can understand.

I slept for most of the bus ride. By the time I woke up, I could see rolling hills and green everywhere. It reminded me a little bit of the foothills at home. A girl from my university came to this summer school last year and she had given me a very detailed description of absolutely everything she could remember. I had read it so many times that when we turned the corner to get to the school, I could recognize some things that she had mentioned. The grocery store at the bottom of the hill, the long incline up to the student dorms, the main hall.

The rooms are like any typical student dorms. Four people sharing a bathroom and kitchen with two people in each room. My roommates are from China, Morocco, and Belarus with Polish competency ranging from better than mine to nothing at all. In a way, it is comforting that I already know some Polish so I’m not thrown into this brand new, confusing world like many people here who don’t speak a word of Polish. I was the translator at the grocery store and I have been teaching the girl who sleeps in the same room as me how to say our room number in Polish – “dwieście dwadzieścia trzy” – so she can ask for the key at the reception.

It’s very interesting being with so many people from so many different backgrounds. We’ve been talking a lot about our differences and similarities. We learned how to say “good morning” in Chinese, Moroccan Arabic, and Russian so we can all greet each other in the morning. We’ve been talking exclusively in English because it is the only language that we are all fluent in. The Belarusian girl is taking English in university so she says that it’s helpful to have a Native speaker to speak with.

I think one thing I struggle with is that while we need to speak in English for us all to communicate, I’m not improving any language skills. It’s like speaking English as a native language is a privilege, in that I don’t have to struggle to communicate with a lot of people, and a curse, in that I speak the “universal” language so I need to speak it. I keep asking them all to teach me how to say some words in their languages so I can learn something from them too.

I found out today that I am the only Canadian here. I didn’t really have an expectation of whether there would be another one or not, but I think I was hoping for a small piece of home. We have to give presentations on our countries in the middle of August in the town centre. I’m more nervous for it now because I have to do it all myself and I’m still not totally sure what I can do or say to really show “Canadian culture”. There’s not really “Canadian culture” in the same way that the other countries here have unique things to show like dances or songs or language.

Polish proficiency tests are tomorrow. They impressed on us numerous times that we should not study or prepare for them at all. So I’m not (even if I’m fighting every bone in my body that wants to study). The slow crawl out of my comfort zone has definitely begun.

#b: travel #t: poland summer 2017

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missoneminute · 8 years ago

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peter+carl, favourite quotes

I could fill a book with these, but here’s a selection of favourite quotes after the cut, as requested by anon.

“It was Pigman who once said that the blood from broken hearts writes the words to every song. And that’s the trouble, innit?”

– Carl Barat, There Are No Innocent Bystanders, 2011

“But hey ho and never you mind the psychological burdens this most splendid and dark relationship heaps up on me.”

– Peter talking about Carl, 26th April 1999, Books of Albion

“Interviewer: In our last phone interview with Peter, he said that he was going to get married to you. Carl: Oh yeah, we are getting along. Peter: But we had a serious fight about three weeks ago. ‘Cause Carl … Carl: Stop it. You’re going to cry again. Peter: I cried during an interview yesterday. It was a bit embarrassing. Carl: It surprised me. Peter: It was because of Carl. He said he would go to Morocco with me but … Carl: I said stop. Peter: But it’s true! Carl: That doesn’t mean you have to tell them everything! So anyway, we just had a small misunderstanding. There were times we felt distant, but that wasn’t a big deal. Peter: (Glares) Carl: Why are you looking at me? Peter: LIAR.”

– Peter Doherty and Carl Barat, April 2003

“I don’t cry too easily, and hardly ever in public. But there were a lot of tears at that gig. Emotionally it was colossal. It was the first time I’d played with Pete for ages without Kate Moss and the whole entourage around. It reminded me how great we were together and how much unfinished business there is.”

– Carl Barat on his reunion with Peter at Hackney Empire, Mail on Sunday, 2008

“I sat on the edge of his bed and wept. There was a CD that his mum had made him, a bootleg CD with a picture of me and him on the front and it said ‘Well done’….”

– Peter Doherty on burgling Carl Barat’s flat, NME 2003

“I wanted so badly for it to be all or nothing. Wanting it to be me and him. But then I knew that could not be, and that was not what he wanted anyway. I fell back into being a little more emotionally dependant on Carl, but I realised I had to cut myself off from demanding him like that.”

– Peter Doherty on Carl Barat, Kids in the Riot 2005

“I live 2 minutes away, there’s no lock on the door. why am I here then? you know why. it’s close enough, I’m obsessed to the point of needing to know everything. all of you. I’ll pretend to be you because you won’t log on. you never even used the internet until you knew you could press a button and see a picture of yourself, and now you’re even afeared to read ANYTHING that might interfere with the ‘peace’ you crave. For a peaceful man you are extremely volatile. In fact, your peace comes only after conflict, til it fades and needs re-touching with further conflict. Is that what you do - what I saw in London? it’s amazing. but are you going to do when everything comes out? When the kids hear ‘bucket shop’ and ‘music when the lights go out’ are they considered Libertines songs or not? There’s further questions that I shall ask elsewhere but for now - you’re not a bad sort. I quite love you.”

- Peter Doherty, Network 54 forum, June 2002

“Biggles stirs in his sleep laughing.”

– Peter Doherty, The Books of Albion

“In the early days Carl came round once with this girl who had convinced him that I was just a weirdo and that we had an unhealthy relationship. He sat me down and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t see so much of each other? Maybe we should knock the band on the head? It’s not really going anywhere, is it?“ I was desperate for us to stick together and see it through because I never stopped believing.”

– Peter Doherty, Daily Mail, 2008

“It’s as deeply horrible and beatifically brilliant as the depths of any relationship can allow.”

– Carl Barat, when asked to sum up his relationship with Pete Doherty in one sentence, The Guardian, 2010

“Everything you do at a certain time in your life, no matter what the song’s about, all the energy is really directed towards that one person. Whether that was for Carl. Or for Kate. Or for someone else I fell in love with.”

– Peter Doherty, Q Magazine, 2007

“Peter surprised me at work at the Old Vic one night, when we were meant to be rehearsing but I’d taken the paying job instead. Separate worlds – music and theatre – colliding momentarily, almost causing one to spin helplessly out of orbit. I was in my trusty trousers, probably gleaming in the theatre lights, serving a platter of vol-au-vents as part of a reception for Marcel Marceau. It was an after-show as far as I can remember – as much as great mime artists have after-shows, anyway. Then Peter just appeared, lumbering into sight, red-faced with tears in his eyes. I can’t imagine what the guests must have thought as a stranger button-holed one of the waiters, and the quiet of the theatre bar is shattered as he screams: ‘What are you doing here? Can’t you see these people are cunts? We’re meant to be writing songs!’ The room screeched to a halt, a hundred heads turning towards us, now centre stage in the encroaching silence. I was livid. How I kept my job there is still a mystery.”

– Carl Barât on working at the Old Vic, Threepenny Memoir

“Two trod and one so pestering at the falter of older other in the old world. Giros and on the rob, stealing the light from the dawn and sweet lasting embraces besides the late night river Thames. Mountain ranges of paperback books, heart shaped renditions of ‘you’re my waterloo’ and ‘france’. First time I seen him cry: ‘tears and tears in his proud fathers coat’ ‘Death on the stairs’. Yes, I wrote ‘how can we..’ yes older sings it so magnificently. Now he’s stuck brogues nailed to conveyer belt and he’s screaming to come away: but the infastructure is there all behind and for him, appreciative, egging. Fat lines of coke courtesy of Rough Trade, or a Strokes guitarist, backstage passes and torments in the night. Bored, plain kids shyly approach us. wow oh scramble scramble. No, mum, I’m fine. Aaah. The nurse beckons me closer, she has watched me laughing crying, singing all day...sweet old Irish accent: ‘You’re no addict young man, they’ll mollycoddle you to death yet. Jesus you come away til I marry you. Be careful, look out now. There’s a hallful of bastards out there your friends. Just watch it now. Sing your little heart bare’. Carl. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, so truly, and I love you and I’m here.”

– Peter Doherty, forum post, 2003

“I know of people who’ll love me when I’m dead, they won’t call me those things then. It won’t matter, they’ll say ‘he was unhappy and he’s better off’. They’ll say ‘I knew him and I spent time with him’. They’re lying. There’s only one man who knows me, who spent time with me, and he doesn’t now. One man I love in this world. One man I respect. He cripples me now.”

- Peter speaking about Carl, Babyshambles.com, 2004

“Peter and my friendship has always been a very magical thing…with out meaning to sound a bit tossy….It was….Just the time we used to spend together and the things we used to do. We used to stand on Great Portland Street…there were these big floodlights, there were two… ‘What should we do today?’ ‘Let’s go to Great Portland Street and stand in the floodlights and pretend with our umbrellas and pretend to be statues and see if anyone notices’…and we used to literally go and do that. And like for the whole night we’d be like—*poses*. Fucking ridiculous! But yeah. And that’s nothing, we used to do a lot of pretending. It’s very liberating for the soul. I highly recommend it to anyone…I do love Peter so dearly. The thing about Peter, is that, ever since I first met him, he had this innate ability to just charm someone…Like to me he’d say: ‘I love you, you’re working class, but with a violent heart and a poetic temperament’. And I’d go, ‘wow, yeah, you really know me!’…But just that ability to sort of surmise people…and he’d do that…But um, where was I going with this? ….Just he’ll think of the tiny details that only a poet thinks of. He used to phone me up when he was miserable, when we were having one of our dramas. ‘Whatever. Ok, Pete, it’s fine. Where are you?’ And he’d go ‘In the rain!’ So endearing and so beautiful…The thing about Peter and I is that we’re both very old, very kindred souls. And for whatever we talk about, that’s kind of circumstantial. It’s like anything can happen. We could do anything. Individually, together, apart, to each other. But a conversation after six months, it’s the same thing. It’s euphoric…it’s…you know. I love Peter and …I think Peter loves me. A lot of times we don’t like each other, but the underlying thing is that love.”

– Carl Barat, There Are No Innocent Bystanders

“We’d spent years…writing little bits in songs to take a dig at each other, or say that we love each other. Just knowing each other would hear them and pick up on them.”

– Carl Barat, Distraction Pieces Podcast, 2016

“It’s a huge part of my life, all those years struggling with Carl. He was magic. He was a magical character for me. For a while, he was a bit of a myth. I idolized him, really. We had grand adventures…grand adventures.”

– Peter Doherty, Vogue Italia, 2010

“Boys like physical contact. If you enjoy physical companionship, romance, something tender, you just want it to be true. That’s Libertine-ism: no barriers, no borders, no fakers, no forgers. Pleasure is pleasure.”

– Peter Doherty, Attitude Magazine, 2002

“1997 I remember sitting on top of a tower block in bow and carl had that look in his eye he seized me screaming we should throw ourselves off together I had to knock him out and drag him down, `there`s nothing in this world for us` he`D say, `let`s shoot each other`.`lets shoot this shit up at the same time an drown in all eternity. no carl, it`ll be grand, lets keep going i love you I love you so much lets keep going `yeah lets keep going forever peter, til the very end` yeah til the end.”

– Peter Doherty, forum post, April 8th 2003.

“My heart melts that…[you] ask me about soulmates. Because you’re right, you know. It’s a beautiful thing that we should all believe in…Yeah, I missed my friend so much. I still don’t think we spend enough time together. And he’s my soulmate and I love him and that’s the truth…Something so pure and beautiful and true…They’re going to say a soulmate is a myth…[but] when they experience a soulmate then that’s what destroys the myth.”

– Peter Doherty on Carl Barat, Vice Magazine 2015

“There was someone who’d been so constant in my dreams and my thoughts and my memories and my hopes. Seeing that face … every time I thought about it I nearly passed out. I just wanted to hold my friend to make him feel better.”

– Carl Barat discussing meeting Peter upon his release from jail, NME 2003

“Carl: I actually used to sleep with a knife [in reference to the lyrics: “You’re the only lover I’ve had / Who slept with a knife”] Peter: Yeah, what’s strange is that he actually used to sleep with a knife.”

– Les In Rocks, September 2015

“His story with Carl was not finished of course. Pete: Ah, it is not…but it will never end. Everyone has someone in their life whom they love, but in some way or another, the relationship was abandoned by one of them, or by both of them. You become strangers and you realize that the person you love most in the world, you do not know them anymore.

Carl: We never separated…we separated, then we flirted a bit, and in 2010 we got back together, but we did not realize it. We were very uncertain about each other’s feelings. We only communicated through the press, granting interviews knowing that the other person would read them. I knew that I had to go see Peter, the friend that I love and that I missed, to know if this friend, and this friendship, still existed. It was terrifying, but I have been able to see things as they were, in all their beauty. My dear old friend, and my brother, with whom I grew up with in such an intense way.

Pete: I feel even closer to him than I did before…there is no one else who I connect with at this level. (With) Carl, I know that there are things that no one else can give. It’s strange, but he really knows me. I forgot that there was someone else on this planet who could understand me in this way, it is mysterious, but it is comforting and beautiful, and I’d never really realized it before.

Peter gives us a book to give Carl, writing a dedication on the page. It is “The Last Englishman”, the autobiography of AD Wintle.

Carl: On my part, there is nothing to forgive I think. I love him so much, he is like a brother, these are unconditional feelings.

Carl takes his mug into the adjacent album store, where with a stroke of luck, he immediately lands on an ideal gift to give back to Peter. It is the soundtrack to “Is Paris Burning?”, which Carl duly dedicates. “Perfect!” he says.”

– Peter and Carl’s separate interviews in Rock and Folk, October 2014.

“Do you want Peter to come back, to be honest? Carl: I do, of course I do (bursts into tears). Peter is the only person who I could trust for so long. I cannot express my feelings by words like ‘lonely’ or 'left behind’. It’s like something was suddenly scooped out from the inside of me….To tell you the truth, I have a twin brother who died when I was a child. And Peter would say to me, 'Even if no one stays with you in the future, I will never leave you, because I am the reincarnation of your lost twin brother.’ I still believe what he said then. And I believe that he will come back to me, no matter how long it will take.”

– Carl Barat, Rockin'on, September 2004

“I’m scared to share a microphone with him now because people say it’s a gimmick. Sometimes I do rush over [to the mic], but that’s only because after you have had a few drinks and smoked a certain amount you get that really nice smell on your breath. You know, like when your lover has got that winey, smoky taste. Not that Carl’s my lover…I'd rather toss off a frog.”

– Peter Doherty, Time Out Magazine, August 2015

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