#august der starke

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NEU! Die digitale Plattform „The Royal Dresden Porcelain Collection“

Die Porzellansammlung der Staatlichen Kunstsammlungen Dresden (SKD) gehört zu den qualitätvollsten und zugleich umfangreichsten keramischen Spezialsammlungen der Welt. Zu den reichen Schätzen der ehemals königlichen Kollektion zählen chinesische und japanische Porzellane wie auch einzigartige Meisterwerke aus der Frühzeit der Meissener Manufaktur. Von den einst mehr als 29.000 ostasiatischen…

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Not @ me writing about August II the Strong and listening to time-appropriate music on Spotify - when suddenly I realize the playlist goes WAY harder thatn I thought??????? What have I missed??? Baroque music slaps so much??? I'm :O

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15 Jahre Mitteldeutsches Unternehmernetzwerk: Die Erfolgsgeschichte des Dresdner BNI-Chapter "August der Starke"

Mitteldeutsches Unternehmernetzwerk feiert Jubiläum Dresdner BNI-Chapter „August der Starke“ vor 15 Jahren gegründet

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Elbflorenz von oben - Turmbesteigung der Kreuzkirche

Am Fuße des Elbsandsteingebirges und der Elbe gelegen, verleihen sie der Sachsenmetropole ihren Namen "Elbflorenz" und ihre Schönheit mit seinem Kulturerbe. Der Fernsehfunk Berlin begab sich auf Entdeckertour durch die Altstadt und bestieg den Turm der Kreuzkirche. Von hier oben ist ein herrlicher Blick auf Dresden und Umgebung.

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Tamara Wiszniewska (1919-1981) - Polish actress

Tamara Wiszniewska was born on December 19, 1919 in Dubno, Poland (now a region in western Ukraine) on the banks of the Ikva River. It was here that she spent her younger years during which she picked up dancing, which eventually led her to her career in film. In her 1981 obituary in the Democrat & Chronicle, it was reported that Tamara, at age 15, “Was a ballet dancer, when German film director Paul Wegener discovered her and gave her a role in the historical film, August der Starke (August the Strong)” which premiered in 1936. This German/Polish co-production is a biographical look into the life of Augustus II, ruler of Saxony and Poland-Lithuania from 1694-1733. Although Tamara played only a small role it marked her debut and eventual rise to fame within the Polish film industry.

Following her appearance in August der Starke, Tamara appeared in thirteen other films between 1936 and 1939, including Trójka Hultajska (The Trio Hultajska, 1937), Ordynat Michorowski (Ordinate Michorowski, 1937), and Kobiety nad Przepaścią (Women Over the Precipice, 1938). Wladyslaw (Walter) Mikosz, Tamara’s future husband, produced two of these films. In an interview, Tamara and Walter’s daughter, Irene, states that, "The two met because of their film careers, and were married [late that same year] in 1937".

Life for the Mikoszs was happy for a time. Tamara continued to pursue her acting career through 1938 and 1939 and had welcomed a new born daughter into the world alongside her husband, Wladyslaw. Unfortunately, these happy times did not last long as the Mikosz family experienced the rise of Nazi Germany and their occupation of Poland in 1939 during World War II. The following excerpt from an interview with Tamara in a 1974 Times Union tells how drastically their lives were changed:

"I always played a rich spoiled girl who had lovely clothes, and for a short time I lived that kind of life too. It was a short, beautiful life that ended when the Germans took over Poland in 1939. We were wealthy and the toast of the town then. We’d go to Prague and Vienna just to see an opera or to play in the casinos. When the Germans came, my intuition told me I should have something on me to exchange. I sewed my jewelry into my clothes. Later, it bought us passes to freedom and bread so we were never hungry."

The German occupation of Poland during World War II brought then “beautiful” life of the Mikosz family to an end. Gone were their illustrious careers in film and the rewards that such a life had brought to them. In a later interview, Irene mentioned that her mother "was preparing to sign a contract for a film career in Hollywood, but Hitler’s invasion of Poland derailed the plans". Sadly, Tamara’s last appearance on the silver screen was in 1939 prior to the invasion of Hitler’s Germany; she never again starred in any films.

Although her dreams had been crushed, Tamara and her family did not lose hope. They made the best of their current situation, and were able to survive by selling the fruits of their labors that they harvested during their days in the film industry; their lives had been consumed with a fight to survive rather than a dream to thrive. However, not being ones to live quiet lives, the Mikoszs volunteered for the Polish Underground, the exiled Polish government that fought to resist German occupation of Poland during World War II. As civilians with backgrounds in film, Tamara and Walter were most likely engaged in spreading Polish nationalistic and anti-German propaganda. Such efforts of the civilian branch of the Polish Underground was in support of what Jan Kamieński refers to as "small sabotage" in his book, Hidden in the Enemy's Sight: Resisting the Third Reich from Within: "In contrast of major sabotage, the idea of small sabotage was to remind the German occupiers of an enduring Polish presence, to ensure that they felt a constant sense of unease and generally undermine their self-confidence". While attending to these duties within the Underground, the Mikosz family was separated and shipped off to separate countries: Tamara and her daughter, Irene, to Czechoslovakia (where Tamara’s parents had been sent) and Walter to Bavaria. The family was not reunited until 1945, when they were sent to the same refugee camp in Bavaria. The Mikoszs remained in the Bavarian refugee camp until the year 1950, in which they emigrated to the United States of America. Tamara and Walter lived quiet lives in Rochester, NY after arriving from a war-torn Europe, and did so until they passed away.

Although they have long since passed away from this Earth, the stories of the Polish film star, Tamara, and her film-producer husband, Wladyslaw Mikosz, will live on so long as there are people around to tell it.

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Round 2 Polls:

(Projected length: 32 days)

(Bonus Rounds: Here)

Day 1:

1. Ogai Mori vs. Pascal

2. The Doctor vs. Franky

Day 2:

3. Madoc vs. Daenerys Targaryen

4. Inspector Barnes vs. Bright Noa

Day 3:

5. August vs. Claude Frollo

6. Cale Henituse vs. Leif

Day 4:

7. Simon Petrikov vs. Chiron

8. Yami Sukehiro vs. Sei Handa

Day 5:

9. Gintoki Sakata vs. Eithan Arelius

10. Dr. Gregory House vs. Maglor

Day 6:

11. Wolverine vs. Izumi Curtis

12. Roy Mustang vs. Abraham van Helsing

Day 7:

13. Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

14. Guts vs. Jake Sully

Day 8:

15. Sir Reginald Hargreeves vs. Jean Valjean

16. Kohachi Inugami vs. The Fix

Day 9:

17. Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla vs. Gumpa

18. Aphmau vs. Agent Washington

Day 10:

19. Grace vs. Vector the Crocodile

20. Alec Lightwood-Bane vs. Dadan

Day 11:

21. Bobby Nash vs. William Adama

22. Korosensei vs. The Warrior of Light

Day 12:

23. Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright

24. Satoru Gojo vs. Dutch Van Der Linde

Day 13:

25. Xie Lian vs. Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

26. Tom and Maddie Wachowski vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Day 14:

27. Welt Yang vs. Herlock Sholmes

28. Carlisle and Esme Cullen vs. Dracule Mihawk

Day 15:

29. Artemy Burakh vs. Barry and Iris West-Allen

30. Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas

Day 16:

31. Master Wu vs. Dave Seville

32. Axel vs. Izumi Tachibana

Day 17:

33. Arlecchino/The Knave vs. Sarah Jane Smith

34. Qifrey vs. Bell-Mere

Day 18:

35. Bobby Singer vs. Cap’n Craig Cuttlefish

36. Professor Hershel Layton vs. Donna Hanscum

Day 19:

37. Giovanni Potage vs. Ingo

38. Miles Edgeworth vs. Vil Shoenheit

Day 20:

39. Nick Fury vs. Dalinar Kholin

40. King Dedede and Meta Knight vs. Kavax au Telemanaus

Day 21:

41. Arataka Reigen vs. Jawbone O’Shaughnessey

42. Gol D. Roger vs. Abigail Pent and Magnus Quinn

Day 22:

43. Toriel Dreemurr vs. Master Kongo

44. Pongo and Perdita vs. Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik

Day 23:

45. Lance Strongbow vs. Derek Hale

46. Tony Stark vs. Roronoa Zoro

Day 24:

47. Jody Mills vs. Eric Gale

48. “Red-Haired” Shanks vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

Day 25:

49. Han Muchun vs. Iroh

50. Splinter vs. Lilia Vanrouge

Day 26:

51. Bruce Wayne vs. Thomas O’Malley

52. Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Day 27:

53. Kim Dokja vs. Roberto de Niro

54. Shōta Aizawa vs. Doctor Carmilla

Day 28:

55. Mendoza vs. Soundwave

56. David Wymack vs. Ash Ketchum

Day 29:

57. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu vs. Yondu Udonta

58. Eda Clawthorne vs. Gavroche

Day 30:

59. Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime

60. Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza

Day 31:

61. Phoenix Wright vs. The Dragonborn

62. Bruno Bucciarati vs. Oliver Queen

Day 32:

63. Whitebeard vs. Otose

64. Sojiro Sakura vs. Yukari Yakumo

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The Raid of the Medway, 12–14 June 1667

“And, the truth is, I do fear so much that the whole kingdom is undone”

These were the words of Samuel Pepys Chief Secretary to the Admiralty (1633-1703), taken from his diary entry on 12th June 1667, a stark reminder of the victorious Dutch attack launched on the unsuspecting Royal Navy. This attack became known as the Raid on Medway, a humiliating loss for England and one of the worst in the history of the Royal Navy.

The dates here refer to the Julian calendar used in England at that time.

The Prelude

After the end of the first Anglo-Dutch War in 1654, the restoration of the monarchy had taken place in England with the return of King Charles II (1630-1685). The latter needed financial resources for a government independent of Parliament, which he hoped to gain through the spoils of another war against the United Netherlands. He was supported in this by the ambitions of the Royal African Company to damage the Dutch competition. In the spring of 1665, open warfare broke out. After the initial fighting, the Dutch won the Battle of Four Days in June 1666 and thought they had gained the upper hand. A few weeks later, however, the English fleet regained naval supremacy in the North Sea in the "St. James's Day Fight". As a result, the Royal Navy interdicted Dutch shipping and English captains raided places along the coast. The most famous case occurred on 20 August 1666, when Vice-Admiral Robert Holmes (1622-1692) burned down the village of Ter Schelling on the island of Terschelling and sank 140 to 150 merchant ships anchored in nearby Vlie. This event became known and celebrated in England as Holmes's Bonfire. Afterwards, the English fleet retreated to its own waters.

The raid of the Medway, by Willem van der Stoop (–1665) (x)

War weariness grew in the States General as the costs strained the national budget and confidence in the ally France had waned. After the catastrophic losses of the merchant ships at Terschelling, the Dutch opened peace negotiations under Swedish mediation. But English finances were also exhausted. The war had not brought the hoped-for profits, and Parliament refused to grant new funds for warfare after it emerged that some of the money granted had gone to the king's expensive court. Added to this were the losses caused by the severely impaired maritime trade, the great plague epidemic of 1665 and the "Great Fire of London". Against the opposition of Admiral Monck (1608-1670), King Charles II therefore ordered in the winter of 1666/67 that the large ships of the line be dismantled and decommissioned. The war was to be continued only with privateers in order to damage Dutch trade.

Meanwhile, at the peace congress in Breda, the English envoys had been instructed to reach as advantageous a conclusion as possible. Against the background of the last successes in 1666, Charles II dragged out the negotiations in order to end the war with a profit, even though he had had his only means of pressure, the fleet, de-rigged. The United Netherlands were not prepared to make concessions. Soon, however, they came under pressure from elsewhere. King Louis XIV of France (1638-1715) declared war on the Kingdom of Spain in May 1667 and began an invasion of the Spanish Netherlands to appropriate it. The United Netherlands was now forced to bring peace negotiations with England to an immediate conclusion so that it could concentrate on containing French expansionist intentions. To this end, it seemed necessary to Johan de Witt (1625-1672), the council pensioner and head of Dutch policy, to increase the pressure on England by directly attacking the island of Great Britain.

The Plan

The idea of landing troops on the British Isles was not new. Such plans had already been worked out after the victory of the Dutch fleet in the Battle of the Four Days. In the summer of 1666, Admiral Michiel de Ruyter (1606-1676) had taken about 6000 soldiers to the Thames estuary in addition to the fleet, in order to be able to intervene in a supportive manner in the event of a local uprising of the English population against Charles II. But such an uprising failed to materialise, and the transport ships were sent back to Dutch ports after a storm. Only a brief landing on the Isle of Thanet was achieved.

The burning of the English fleet off Chatham, 1667, likely painted by Willem van de Velde the Younger, 1670 (x)

In the summer of 1667, Johan de Witt was well informed by spies about the financial shortages of the English crown and also knew about the decommissioning of most English ships of the line, as well as about the situation of the sailor and dockyard employees who had not been paid for months. Despite his own financial strain, he now prepared the equipment for a Dutch expedition. They were to sail into the Thames Estuary, enter the River Medway and sail to the great dock at Chatham, where many of England's proudest warships lay. Once at their destination, the raiders were to sink or burn as many ships as possible, taking care to capture the best ships as prizes. Such a raid would be a severe blow to the power and prestige of England, for the Royal Navy was the pride of the island nation. Chastened and humiliated by defeat, the English might accept peace on Dutch terms.

The designated contingents of ships were gathered and prepared in various Dutch ports, while in April a squadron under Admiral Van Ghent attempted to enter the Firth of Forth. The main purpose of this enterprise was to provide cover for the main fleet, which assembled at the island of Texel in early June 1667. Admiral de Ruyter sailed along his own coasts, taking in the various contingents as he went. In the end, his fleet consisted of 64 ships of the line and frigates, 15 fireships, 7 escort ships and 13 galliots with a total of 3330 guns and about 17,500 men.

The attack begins

The Assault on Sheerness

The Dutch fleet reached the English coast at Harwich on 7 June 1667. The following day it sailed south along the coast and anchored off the Thames estuary. While doing so, she ran into a storm that forced a large number of ships to cut their anchor ropes and drift. This mainly affected troopships, which were no longer available for the following operations. At a council of war on board the flagship, the further course of action was discussed. Admiral de Ruyter had reservations about sending the entire fleet up the river, as he was not precisely informed about the whereabouts of the smaller English fleet units. Should they return unexpectedly and close the mouth of the Thames, the Dutch fleet would be trapped. Cornelis de Witt proposed that the main force itself should remain off the mouth of the river and a small detachment should guard the English Channel, while a squadron under Admiral Willem Joseph van Ghent (1626-1672) should advance up the Thames. There, this squadron was to attack some West Indian merchant ships at Gravesend, which had been reported by an intercepted Norwegian trader. Admiral van Ghent's squadron consisted of 17 smaller warships, four fireships, some yachts and galiots, and 1000 marines under Colonel Dolman. The squadron set off on the morning of 9 June and initially occupied Canvey Island. However, the wind then shifted and the English merchant ships, which in the meantime had been warned of the approaching Dutch warships, escaped upriver.

Sail to Chatham, Willem Schellinks, c. 1668 (x)

Cornelis de Witt now urged Admiral van Ghent to enter the Medway and attack the English fleet lying there. The entrance to this river was controlled by a fort still under construction at Sheerness on the Isle of Sheppey. However, to defend this key position, the English had only a weak Scottish garrison, 16 guns, the small frigate Unity and two lightships at their disposal. On 10 June, Admiral van Ghent attacked the fort. The Unity fired only a single broadside and then fled up the Medway, pursued by a Dutch fireship. The Dutch ships took the fort under fire for the next two hours and eventually landed 800 naval soldiers under Colonel Dolman. The fort garrison fled without offering serious resistance to the landing troops and the whole of the Isle of Sheppey was occupied by Van Ghent's forces. The battle for this important position had cost the Dutch about 50 men. The value of the 15 cannons and other goods captured in the process was 400,000 livres or four tons of gold, according to contemporary estimates.

Informed of the events on 9 June, George Monck, 1st Duke of Albemarle (1608-1670) received royal orders to organise the defence. Monck first inspected the installations on the Thames at Gravesend Fort and on the morning of 11 June went to Chatham on the Medway. There he found virtually no organised defence. At Gillingham an iron chain had been drawn across the course of the river, but it was too low. There were only three smaller ships to protect them: the Unity (44 guns), the Charles V and the Matthias (former Dutch merchantmen Carolus Quintus and Geldersche Ruyter). Otherwise, panic reigned. Of the more than 800 dock workers, almost all had fled or refused to help because of their unpaid wages. Out of thirty boats and ships, only ten were still to be found because refugees had used them to escape or local officials had evacuated their personal belongings on them. The Duke ordered the soldiers and officers he had brought with him to set up two coastal batteries on the shore by the chain, but even for this they lacked the necessary tools. To create further obstacles in front of the chain, Admiral Monck ordered fire ships to be sunk there. Two ships, the Norway Merchant and the Marmaduke, were successfully sunk, but the great Sancta Maria, which had also been designated as an obstacle, ran aground. Also on the scene was the large warship Royal Charles (88 guns), but it was completely unarmed.

Stern decoration of the Royal Charles, anonymous, c. 1663 - c. 1664 (x)

Admiral Monck ordered them upriver to safety, but there were not enough personnel to do so. When the Dutch attack came later, she was still lying unmanned on the shore. Among the more than 1100 workers in the docks at Chatham, there were few willing to help. Their pay was months in arrears, as the King lacked the financial means, and now they too refused to serve.

The breakthrough at Gillingham

On the morning of 12 June, the Dutch units began their advance in the Medway. The narrowness of the channel forced the ships to sail one behind the other in a single line. In the lead was the Vrede under the command of her captain Jan van Brakel. The captain had been placed under arrest two days earlier for allowing his men to plunder on the Isle of Sheppey. In order to restore his reputation, he had now voluntarily taken over the top position. Brakel's ship soon came under the crossfire of the three English defensive ships and the two coastal batteries.

However, he steered straight for the Unity without firing and gave her a broadside at point-blank range. The English crew then fled the ship and left it to the Dutch. Under cover of the powder smoke, the two following brander under Brakel's command also approached and sank the English ships Charles V and Matthias in quick succession. The iron chain was subsequently broken during the first ramming attempt (there are some discrepancies in the tradition here, some historians also think that it was simply sailed over because it lay so far in the water and were actually useless).

From the left ;  "Agatha" , "Beschermer" , "Charles V" , "Propatia"  , The "Royal Charles"  , "Matthias"   and a Dutch Admirals yacht, by Jan de Quelery (x)

The Dutch ships now had free passage up the Medway, because behind the chain there was a wide gap between the sunk English ships, which should have been closed by the sinking of the Sancta Maria. The following Dutch frigates soon silenced the English coastal batteries with their fire, whose fire had been almost ineffective anyway due to structural deficiencies. The biggest prize of the day for the Dutch fleet was the Royal Charles which had often served as a flagship for the English fleet commanders. Btw the Dutch did not take her into naval service because it was considered that she drew too much water for general use on the Dutch coast. Instead the Royal Charles was permanently drydocked near Hellevoetsluis as a public attraction, with day trips being organised for large parties, often of foreign state guests. After vehement protests by Charles that this insulted his honour, the official visits were ended when she was auctioned for scrap in 1673.

Raid at Upnor Castle

Meanwhile, the English were making defensive preparations at Upnor Castle. The Duke of Albemarle and Peter Pett, the commander of the docks, put the castle's guns on standby and set up another battery on the far bank. The attempt to stretch another chain across the river failed. Now they wanted to bring the warships towards Chatham, but again there were not enough men. To at least save the largest warships from capture, the Duke of Albemarle ordered them to be sunk in low water where they could be raised again later.

The Dutch before Upnor Castle, by Jan de Quelery (x)

Late in the afternoon of 12 June, the Dutch advance was halted by the state of the tide. On board the captured Royal Charles, Van Ghent, De Ruyter and De Witt met to discuss further action. These three commanders decided to push further upriver the following day and attack the Chatham Dockyards and the large warships located there. At midday on 13 June, the remaining Dutch braders, protected by four frigates and a larger number of smaller ships, attacked the English positions. They were soon caught in the crossfire between Upnor Castle and the battery hastily raised on the opposite bank of the river. A detachment of naval soldiers landed and moved to attack the English ammunition magazine at Upnor Castle, which they successfully blew up before withdrawing again.

The bombardment of Upnore Castle by Arnold de Lange (x)

In the meantime, the Dutch ships fired on the English gun batteries. While the battle was still going on, a calm set in, forcing De Ruyter and other officers to transfer to longboats in order to direct the actions of their units from them. After a fierce firefight, the Dutch fireships succeeded in attacking the three large warships lying on the shore, Loyal London (92 guns), Royal Oak (76 guns) and Royal James (82 guns). The water in which these ships had been sunk by the English themselves was not shallow enough to offer protection even against an arson attack. All three ships fell victim to the Dutch fireships after their hull crews fled. The Duke of Albemarle, meanwhile, tried to tow the remaining warships upriver under the protection of Chatham's guns. He lined up battle-ready warships on the banks and gathered militia troops to halt the Dutch advance. In fact, the Dutch ships went no further against the stiffening English resistance. Late in the afternoon they retreated with the rising tide as far as Gillingham. There they made the captured English ships Royal Charles and Unity seaworthy and left the Medway on 14 June. The losses from the battle in front of Upnor Castle amounted to about 500 men on the English side, while it is assumed that the Dutch lost between 50 and 150 men.

The aftermath

The Dutch raid on the English ships in the Medway became the biggest debacle of the war for the Royal Navy. It lost more ships than in all previous naval battles combined. The Royal Charles and the Unity had been captured by Dutchmen and the Loyal London, Royal James, Royal Oak, Charles V, Matthias, Marmaduke, Sancta Maria as well as five fireships, two ketches, a fleute and a smaller ship sunk or burnt. In contrast, the Dutch had deployed a total of ten fireships. In addition, there were further indirect losses of the Royal Navy. The Vanguard, for example, had drifted while attempting to ground her and eventually wrecked at Rochester so that she could no longer be lifted. Further north, beyond Gravesend, Prince Rupert had wanted to block the Thames to a possible Dutch advance by sinking the Golden Phoenix, House of Sweeds, Welcome and Leicester there. This turned out to be a sheer waste of important warships, as the Dutch never advanced further than Gravesend. All in all, these losses - especially those of the three large warships - changed the strategic balance between England and the United Netherlands in favour of the Dutch for years to come.

After this success, the Dutch were able to display their unrestricted superiority. One part of the Dutch fleet took action against the English merchant ships on the Channel coast, while another under Admiral Van Nes continued to blockade the Thames for English shipping. In smaller operations, Dutch troops still landed in some places or sailed warships up the Thames in the following weeks.

In London, the events on the banks of the Medway led to a severe economic collapse and panic among the population. Rumours said Chatham was on fire, as were Gravesend, Harwich, Queenborough, Colchester and Dover. Dutch landings at Portsmouth, Plymouth and Dartmouth were reported, and even claims that the king had fled; the Papists were about to take power. Even an imminent French landing was expected.

After the Raid on the Medway, Admiral Michiel de Ruyter, Admiral van Ghent and Cornelis de Witt each received a golden cup from the States of Holland (x)

The Dutch had taken up a position in the Thames by which they cut London off from trade. Coal supplies from the Tyne in particular were failing, and soon the price of coal increased tenfold. The English fleet was weakened by the raid and there was hardly any money available for its replenishment. King Charles II therefore had little choice but to instruct his envoys at the peace conference in Breda to conclude the treaty as soon as possible. The Peace of Breda was signed on 21 July 1667, and on 16 August the Dutch fleet abandoned the blockade of the English ports and the Thames estuary in accordance with the treaty. But England’s desire for revenge helped motivate another Anglo-Dutch War the following decade. But also an upgrade of the Navy as well as a change in the pay and living conditions of the Sailors which laid the foundation for one of the most powerful navies in the world. 

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"Stark ruft das Lied; kräftig reizt der Zauber." SIEGFRIED - R. WAGNER Here some Siegfrieds, Mimes, Wanderers and Brünnhildes.

Henny Borchers as Brünnhilde; Breslau, ca. 1900

Francisque Delmas as Wanderer; Paris, 1902

Louise Grandjean as Brünnhilde; Paris, 1902

Pierre-Emil Engel as Mime; Brussels, 1902

Fritz Remond as Siegfried; Karlsruhe, 1904

Fritz Feinhals as Wanderer; Munich, 1906

Zdenka Fassbender as Brünnhilde; Munich, 1906(?)

Marianna Tcherkasskaya as Brünnhilde; Milan, 1909

Paul Kuhn as Mime; Munich, 1912

Julius Lieban as Mime; Berlin, 1912

Hans Breuer as Mime; Bayreuth, 1914

Eduard Habich as Alberich; Bayreuth, 1914

Albert Reiss as Mime; New York, 1916

Karl Koss as Mime; Graz, 1919

Rudolf Bockelmann as Wanderer; Hamburg, 30s

Erich Zimmermann as Mime; Bayreuth, 1930

August Seydel as Mime; Munich, 30s(?)

Anny Konetzni as Brünnhilde and Josef Kalenberg as Siegfried; Vienna, 1934

Karl Kamann as Wanderer; Vienna, 1938

Jaro Prohaska as Wanderer; Bayreuth, 1941

[indubio-proreo]

"Ich bin komplett durchgedreht"

Bericht

Vor dem Siegener Amtsgericht musste sich am vergangenen Dienstag ein 43 Jahre alter Siegener für den Erwerb und Besitz kinderpornographischer Inhalte verantworten.

Zwischen August 2021 und Oktober 2022 soll er laut Anklageschrift mehrfach im „Darknet“ für den Zugang zu kinderpornographischem Material Zahlungen in Kryptowährungen geleistet haben.

Insgesamt fanden sich auf den 3 im Rahmen der Ermittlungen beschlagnahmten Datenträgern circa 500 illegale Bild- und Videodateien. Auch ca. 100.000 legale pornographische Inhalte befanden sich in der Sammlung des Angeklagten.

Dieser zeigte sich schon zu Beginn der Verhandlung geständig. Er hätte für solche Zugangsrechte gezahlt, diese in den meisten Fällen aber noch nicht mal genutzt, wenn er nicht sogar um sein Geld betrogen wurde. In einigen Fällen will er sich auch aufgrund seines im Tatzeitraums starken Cannabis- und Alkoholkonsums an die Beschaffung der Dateien gar nicht erinnern können.

Der 43 jährige Programmierer, der sich selbst als „eine Art Datenjunkie“ bezeichnete gab an im Tatzeitraum an starken Depressionen gelitten zu haben die von seinem Drogen- und Alkoholkonsum noch verstärkt wurden. „Ich bin komplett durchgedreht damals“ sagte er während seiner Einlassung und fügte hinzu „Ich glaube ich wollte erwischt werden… als eine Art Hilferuf“

Er betonte auf Nachfrage auch dass die illegalen Inhalte ihm angeblich nie zur sexuellen Befriedigung dienten und dass er sich heute für seinen ungewöhnlichen „Hilferuf“ sehr schämt.

Sein letztes Wort im Prozess fiel auch entsprechend knapp aus : „Es tut mir sehr leid“

Nach kurzer Beratung des Schöffengerichts fiel für den Angeklagten ein relativ mildes Urteil: 1 Jahr und 10 Monate Freiheitsstrafe die zur Bewährung ausgesetzt wird, sowie 90 Sozialstunden.

Seine geständigen Einlassungen, seine gesundheitliche Situation und dass der zur Zeit Bürgergeld beziehende Mann mittlerweile in psychologischer Behandlung und einem Projekt für betreutes Wohnen untergekommen ist, haben wesentlich zu der relativ milden Strafe beigetragen. Zudem war der Mann bis zu diesem Tag nicht vorbestraft.

Die Vorsitzende richtete jedoch sehr deutliche Worte an den Angeklagten: „Die Gründe für ihr Verhalten sind für mich absolut nicht nachvollziehbar… Sie haben diese Kinder benutzt um Hilfe zu kriegen“

Erleichtert gewesen wird vor allem ein als Zeuge geladener junger Mann sein. Der stark Sehbehinderte ließ vom Beschuldigten seine eigene sogenannte „Kryptowallet“ verwalten und hatte seit der Beschlagnahmung keinen Zugriff mehr auf sein verschlüsseltes Vermögen. Die Vorsitzende hatte die sogenannte „Blockchain“ die ihm den Zugriff auf einem neuen Gerät wieder ermöglicht aber in ausgedruckter Form in den Akten und konnte sie dem jungen Mann als Kopie aushändigen.

Sobald das Urteil rechtskräftig ist werden die beschlagnahmten Datenträger zerstört.

[techniktagebuch]

August 2023

Immer offene Browsertabs, der späte Beginn einer Chronik (X)

Das letzte Update dieser Chronik war vor über zwei Jahren, im April 2021.

Seit Februar 2022 müssen meine Tabs dank des Firefox-Plugins "Tree Style Tab" nicht mehr nebeneinander leben. Sie haben jetzt viel Platz am linken Rand des Browsers. Während ich diesen Beitrag schreibe, sind knapp 70 Tabs offen. Die meisten davon dienen als Erinnerung an noch nicht vollständig umgesetzte Pläne oder Projekte, oder es sind lange Texte, die ich irgendwann noch weiterlesen will. (Das passiert manchmal wirklich!)

Die immer offenen Tabs stehen in dieser linken Spalte ganz oben. Von oben nach unten sind es:

Das Google Spreadsheet mit dem Gemeinschaftstagebuch (seit April 2020)

Tumblr (seit Februar 2014), wegen des Techniktagebuchs

Facebook Messenger (seit Mai 2015; mittlerweile vor allem wegen des Techniktagebuch-Redaktionschats, der aus historischen Gründen dort wohnt)

Telegram (nutze ich seit Januar 2015, scheint sich aber als separates Tab erst später etabliert zu haben)

WhatsApp (seit Anfang 2021) – nicht meine Entscheidung, aber ich habe mittlerweile doch ein paar Freund*innen, die WhatsApp bevorzugen)

der Chat von Google, der so oft umbenannt wird, dass es mir egal ist, wie er diese Woche heißt (seit Juni 2023, aus beruflichen Gründen)

Discord (seit ca. 2020, vorher auch schon mal), ich habe aber leider immer noch nur selten Gelegenheit, es auch zu nutzen.

Mastodon – im letzten Update dieser Chronik im Frühjahr 2021 steht "Mastodon (seit letzter Woche wieder, aber mit geringer Hoffnung auf Dauerhaftigkeit)". Vielleicht ist das Tab wirklich seitdem offen? Intensiver genutzt habe ich es jedenfalls seit Sommer 2022.

Mastodon Techniktagebuch-Account (seit irgendwann nach März 2023, damit ich als Techniktagebuch fremde Beiträge reposten kann)

Google Keep (seit Juli 2015)

Google Drive (seit etwa 2006)

Weggefallen seit dem letzten Update sind:

Google Calendar – (ca. 2006–2021) Ich habe immer noch viel weniger Termine als vor der Pandemie, da genügt es, wenn ich den Kalender bei Bedarf öffne.

Tweetdeck (Anfang September 2014 bis irgendwann 2022; von 2008 bis September 2014 hatte ich multiple Twitter-Tabs) wegen der Twitterübernahme durch Elon Musk. Kein Tab-Abschied hat mein Leben so stark verändert wie dieser. Leider habe ich es versäumt, mehr darüber ins Techniktagebuch zu schreiben, so dass ich mich jetzt schon kaum mehr erinnere, wie das eigentlich war. (Nachtrag: Jetzt gibt es den Versuch einer Rekonstruktion anhand von Chatbeiträgen.)

Smashdocs, wie im letzten Teil der Chronik angekündigt: "Nach dem Ende dieser Überarbeitung werde ich das Tab wieder schließen, voraussichtlich im Herbst 2021." Ungefähr so kam es auch.

Slack (April 2021–März 2023) Aus dem Projekt, für das ich es brauchen wollte, wurde nichts. Außerdem habe ich mich über Slack geärgert.

(Kathrin Passig)

[youdontjustgiveup]

August: Chapter 3

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: Blair's emotional confrontation with Chuck exposes their mutual vulnerabilities, strengthening their bond as they navigate their inner struggles. Upon returning to the party, they encounter Nate, who seeks forgiveness in his drunken state. A shared moment is later interrupted by Serena's tears.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

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The moonlight gently bathed the figure beside her, revealing the familiar contours of the face that had occupied her thoughts for longer than she cared to admit. Chuck stood there, his trademark suave demeanor masking something she couldn’t quite decipher. His eyes, usually shrouded in mystery, held an intriguing spark. The wind ruffled his hair, giving him an almost unreal appearance, as if he embodied the essence of the night itself. 

Blair tensed. It was infuriatingly absurd how he always seemed to just sense when she needed him the most. It was terrifying, the way he could read her mind so effortlessly, remembering every detail while the person who was supposed to so often forgot. It was as if he held a key to the depths of her being, a fact that simultaneously drew her closer and pushed her away. 

She had yearned for him to answer her call so intensely that now, with him there, the weight of it began to overwhelm her. His presence, a consistent source of comfort, now seemed like too much, too soon. The air grew stifling, suffocating her. Once again, her desires battled with the stark reality she faced. 

Yet, her reluctance to let him go propelled her into action. True to her nature, she resorted to what she knew best.

“Came to gloat?” 

“What would I possibly gloat about, Blair?”

Images of Georgina flashed before her, overwhelming in their own right. Her fingers clenched at the fabric of her dress as everything spiraled out of control.

“Surely you and your friend already had a few laughs about what an idiot I am.” 

Chuck joined her, leaning in to meet her gaze. “Drop the attitude.”

“What’s the matter? Weren’t you having an absolutely delightful time in each other’s company?” she pushed, her frustration increasing.

Chuck’s lips tightened, a hint of annoyance flashing across his features. “Well, it’s not every day that I’m handed such prime material for my entertainment.”

“I’m glad my life’s a source of amusement for you.”

“Perhaps if you stopped wallowing in self-pity and actually did something, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Blair’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, a sharp pang slicing through her chest. There was no one else to blame but herself. It was she who persistently pushed against an unyielding barrier that mocked her efforts. Time and time again.

“Oh, like you? With your oh-so-predictable cycle of one-night stands and shallow escapades?” her words grew sharper, “Letting Georgina Sparks parade you around like you are her fucking trophy?” 

“That’s rich,” Chuck paused, his tone cutting. Then, he straightened himself. “Is it better to pine after your childhood sweetheart who couldn’t care less? How does it feel to try and try and never quite become Serena van der Woodsen?”

Blair’s breath caught. “I can't believe you actually said that.” 

“At least I don't need to pretend I have it all together.”

“Just leave me alone.” 

“You know I can’t do that.” 

“Why did you show up here?”

In an effort to ease the tension between them, Chuck offered, “Never one to miss an opportunity to help a lady in distress.” 

“It appears we have different interpretations of the word help.” 

“You know why I’m here. What this place signifies.” Chuck’s hand extended toward hers, but Blair’s swift gesture brushed it aside.

“Ah. Did daddy call you and say something that upset you?” She was playing with fire, but she couldn’t care less. They were engaged in their own game, one in which they excelled. If Blair was hurting, she intended for Chuck to feel the sting too. “Oh, no, no. Don’t tell me our dearest Georgie has broken your heart.” 

“Blair.”

“You and I both know you don’t have one,” her words dripped with venom, the final blow, an unfair but instinctual response. She lashed out and he absorbed it as he always did, like a sponge.

“True.” Chuck’s gaze lowered, a mirthless smile gracing his lips.

Triumph. So, why didn’t it feel like one? The ocean hushed its crashing waves, as if in response. Blair restrained her impulse to reach for the bottle; her hand suspended mid-air.

Inflicting pain had become second nature, a defense mechanism–much like it had for him. Sometimes the recipients were one another, but more often than not, they aimed at those beyond their complex orbit. It was always about securing a victory. By exposing others’ weaknesses, they diverted from their own imperfections. Yet, unveiling Chuck’s felt akin to staring into a mirror. 

“Forever destined for the role of second best, always falling short. That’s our story,” Blair’s voice rose above the ocean. 

“You believe I’m unaware of that?” 

“We can’t break free, Chuck.”

“We’ve never truly tried.”

“Because we don’t want to.” 

The truth in her words hit her chest like a truck. When was enough truly enough? Could she be able to break free? She wasn’t certain she wanted to. This was undoubtedly another stone strewn in her path. One that had started to rest heavily upon her heart. Yet, a stone nonetheless. Her stomach churned, and nerves prickled in her hands and feet. Her path had been meticulously designed for her, and she didn’t know how to exist as anyone other than the pristine, perfect Blair Waldorf. Nate Archibald’s girlfriend Blair Waldorf. The queen of the Upper East Side. She was not sure that Blair Waldorf could be anyone else. 

The idea of leaping into the unknown was daunting.

Chuck’s hand smoothly reached for the bottle, his arm gliding over her middle, and Blair furrowed her brow. 

“You don’t drink this.”

“If it’s fit for drinking, consider me on board.” Chuck took a sip and grimaced. “It’s hideous. How can you stomach this bubbly shit all the time?”

Blair chuckled, a genuine sound punctuating the air for the first time that night. His reaction was utterly priceless, and she couldn’t help herself. 

“See, I told you.” 

“I might need to initiate you into the art of drinking.”

“Slumping on the pavement every four out of five days isn’t exactly charming, you know?” Blair’s lips curved wryly. “I have a certain image to uphold.”

“At least when I pass out, it’s usually because of something worth it. Not due to a single sip of…” Chuck gestured dismissively at the bottle in his hand. “This.”

“Shut up,” her words carried on a backdrop of laughter.

Chuck repositioned the champagne bottle to his side, just beyond her reach.

“Your dress is all wrinkled. I don’t know if your reputation could survive that either.” 

She playfully smacked his arm. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

A vibrant display of colors and a cacophony of sounds illuminated the distant sky. The sibilant tail of a firework rocket burst forth, creating a breathtaking fusion of reds and blues. Chuck shifted slightly, and soon found himself pressed against her side, shoulder to shoulder. His gaze was fixed with intensity on the dazzling fireworks. Just before the next explosion lit up the sky, she nestled herself even closer to him.

In this moment, right here, with him by her side, she wanted to forget that Nate Archibald even existed.

“That was part of Nate’s surprise,” Chuck pointed out. 

“I don’t care.”

“Did he actually show it to you?” 

“He did.”

“And?”

“Ask him.”

“I’m asking you.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” Blair attempted again, her plea softer this time, “Please, just drop it.” 

“Did you like it?” 

“Why do you care so much?”

“Tell me, did you?”

“I did.”

“Good.” He grinned, that classic smirk of his stretching across his face. 

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe just a bit, Waldorf. But not for the reasons you think.” He was unable to look into her eyes. “We really should leave. Nate must be worried.”

“I don’t care,” she repeated, “Just a little longer.”

Blair leaned her head on his shoulder, preventing any possible movement on his part. In the midst of it all, time seemed to suspend, enveloping them in its quietness. The outside world faded into insignificance behind them. 

“You are a really good friend. Do you know that?” Blair mused. 

“Is it now your turn to smear my reputation?” Chuck deflected the compliment, his usual composure faltering slightly.

“Oh, come off it. It’s not like your reputation needs my touch to reach new lows. You’ve managed just fine on your own,” Blair countered with a playful smirk.

“I adore your unwavering commitment to make a guy feel accomplished. But let’s not forget, it takes a certain level of skill to maintain such lows. One I’ve refined with extreme dedication.”

“You can fool the whole world, Bass. But not me, never me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Chuck replied, a hint of sentimentality in his eyes.

The gentle caress of the summer shifted abruptly, transforming into a gust of wind that carried both comfort to her heavy mind and a brisk chill. Blair’s involuntary shiver prompted Chuck from his spot beside her, breaking the tender contact they shared. His warmth lingered on her skin.

“Come on. Let’s go back.” Chuck extended his hand to help her up. 

With her heels gathered in one hand and the champagne bottle left to face its uncertain fate, she reached out to him, grasping his hand. As their fingers entwined, the rush of warmth flooded back once more, a stark contrast to the cooling breeze that now surrounded them. Chuck’s pull, stronger than anticipated, caused her to lose her balance, making her heart race. In a reflexive move, his arm slid around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together. His gaze, intense and unyielding, stole the words from her lips, leaving her momentarily breathless. 

The heels slipped from her grasp, descending into the sand beneath. Blair couldn’t move. The intimacy of the moment lingered before he reluctantly broke their connection, his gaze falling to the ground. 

In that suspended instance, the tether that bound them seemed to fade, like the receding tide. As he handed her shoes back to her, their fingers brushed in a fleeting touch that sent an electric pulse through her. A whirl of dizziness swirled in her mind, and she was absolutely certain that it wasn’t due to the three sips of champagne she’d indulged in. 

Perhaps Blair wasn’t ready to leap into the unknown, but she was willing to step forward, even if cautiously, from a shallow shoreline, making sure to shield herself as much as possible. 

The music’s intensity grew with each step, an increasing gap opening up between them as they neared the beach house. Chuck kept his gaze fixed ahead, avoiding eye contact with her. Approaching the back porch, the figure waiting there became clear—Nate. Blair exhaled a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding, silently thankful that, at the very least, Nate wasn’t following Serena like a lost puppy.

Nate, bottle in hand, looked worse than before. His clothes were disheveled, his hair an unruly mess, jutting out in all directions. He couldn’t seem to stop rubbing his eyes.

As they entered his limited line of sight, he staggered to his feet, veering to one side. His lack of control nearly sent his handsome face crashing to the floor, but Chuck moved swiftly, steadying him by the arm. Chuck knew the drill, having dealt with this situation countless times. In truth, all four of them were very well versed in handling such scenarios. When it wasn’t Chuck, it was Nate, and when it wasn’t Nate, it was Serena—sometimes even two of them at once. Blair, however, could count on one hand the number of times she’d surrendered to the allure of alcohol, relinquishing her grasp on control and consciousness. 

The music grew deafening, making it impossible to discern what Chuck was saying to Nate at Blair’s distance. 

Nate’s head swayed from side to side, and Blair moved closer to the two of them. His piercing blue eyes were glassy as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, reaching out to steady himself on Chuck’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Chuck turned to her. 

Blair’s brow furrowed. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“The bottle, Blair.” Chuck signaled toward the floor, which was now adorned with scattered crystals and spilled liquid.

“I think…” Blair hesitated, careful not to shift her bare feet from their spot. “I think I’m all right.”

“Put your heels on. Please. I’m not going to take you to the hospital for a tetanus shot,” he tried to lighten the mood. 

Carefully, she slipped on her heels, wincing as she felt the crunch of broken glass beneath her now-covered feet. 

“Blair. I’m…” Nate looked at her, his expression apologetic. 

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Then, he seemed to realize something. “Wait. You… Chuck… Where were…”

“We were looking for you. We were worried,” Chuck responded quickly. Searching for Nate had been the last thing on Blair’s mind, nor checking on him. Nate’s condition stirred a twinge of guilt within her. 

“Ah…” 

The three of them stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Something had shifted that night, though Blair couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“I don’t want anything to change between us,” Nate said, managing to form more than three coherent words. “I’m really sorry.” His apologies, slurred and insincere, continued, and Blair wasn’t sure she could stand one more minute of it.

Chuck’s discomfort and desire to escape emanated from every pore of his being.

Blair pinched the bridge of her nose and forced a smile before responding, “Everything is fine between us, I swear.” Lies. “Nothing is going to change,” she said slowly, as if speaking to a toddler.

“I love you,” Blair concluded, prompting an eye roll from Chuck. Nevertheless, he maintained his composure, revealing nothing of his thoughts. It was what Nate needed, what he wanted. And Blair delivered, as she always did. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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Blair closed the door to Nate’s room behind her. With Chuck’s help, they had managed to escort Nate upstairs without drawing much attention from the other guests. Blair had reclaimed the commanding demeanor she had largely been missing throughout the night and had swiftly taken charge. There had been enough of her misery on display that night, and she had no intention of revealing more.

Chuck waited for her in the hallway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his linen pants.

“You have a way of handling chaos, Blair. It’s quite impressive,” Chuck tried to fill the silence, a hint of genuine admiration in his words. “Everything good in there?”

Blair’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as they walked side by side toward their respective rooms. “As good as he can be, given that he’s managed to drain eighty percent of the poison you brought. Let’s just say he’s not on the brink of death tonight,” her voice oozed with exasperation. “But tomorrow he will be.”

“Poor Nathaniel.”

Blair shot him a sharp look, her patience waning. “Yeah, poor him,” she retorted, her sarcasm now fully on display. The guilt that had initially plagued her was slowly fading away, replaced by a growing desire to forget the night entirely. It had promised so much, yet delivered so little.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Chuck offered, his tone slightly softer.

“Don’t be too soft on him,” she shot back, her frustration palpable. “He completely ruined my night,” she added, as if throwing a temper tantrum. Chuck couldn’t help but smile in response.

When they reached Chuck’s room, Blair hesitated for a moment before deciding not to move towards her own. Chuck leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed, showing no intention of leaving his spot either.

“You know, despite the chaos, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

Her earlier exasperation gave way to a faint blush, and she met his gaze. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Bass.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. “I wasn’t trying to get anywhere, Waldorf. Just stating the obvious.”

Before she could reply, a guttural sob a few doors away interrupted them. Serena’s room. 

“Seems like the night will never end.” Blair said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. 

“It only took Humphrey three hours to make her cry this time. What a class act,” Chuck remarked.

"She needs to dump him." 

"It's easier said than done, right?" He raised an eyebrow.

Ignoring him, Blair sighed and bid her goodbyes, leaving Chuck behind to see what that mediocre inconsequential character had done to her best friend. 

To no one’s surprise, her night wasn’t the only one that had turned out miserable. Blair was going to annihilate Humphrey. Kill him and leave nothing to the wolves to feast on. Even though she selfishly wanted to take advantage of his presence, nothing was worth the damage Serena’s heart endured every time they were together. Serena inexplicably loved him, while he simply aimed to change her into a completely different person. 

Blair peeked her head through the door and found her friend lying in bed, curled up in a ball. Her sobs had grown softer, and in that moment, Blair ceased to think about Nate’s feelings for Serena or her perpetual position as the second-best. She loved Serena, and she needed her to be okay. If Serena, the usually happiest and most carefree person in all of Manhattan, had been reduced to this state, it cast a shadow of despair over everyone else’s chances. “That bad?” asked Blair, her hand tenderly resting on Serena’s back. 

“He doesn’t like me, B,” Serena hiccupped. 

Blair held her tongue; her friend didn’t need further beating, so she allowed her to continue.

“He thinks he does, but deep down, he doesn’t. I’ll never fit into his mold, no matter how hard I try,” Serena confessed, her voice heavy with sadness. “I never asked to be part of this world, but here I am, trapped in it. I used to go with the flow, wherever life took me.” She paused, her eyes reflecting a sense of weariness. “But the alcohol, the drugs, the constant betrayals… that wasn’t me. It was a futile attempt to make some noise. I’ve tried to start over, for him, but the past clings to me like a shadow, and he just resents me for it. I don’t know what else to do.”

With a deep sigh, Serena slumped her shoulders, burdened by the weight of her confession. “Why is it so difficult? Being who we are?” Serena then turned to Blair with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “I can’t help but wonder if it’s worth it.” 

“Why do you say that?” Blair inquired.

“Because you’re here. The three of you, and you will always be my friends,” Serena admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “I love you, and I love this world because you’re in it.” Serena managed a weak smile. “Plus, it does have its perks.”

Blair returned the smile, her understanding shining through. “Don’t I know it.” 

Overwhelmed by her feelings, Serena enveloped her friend in a tight, affectionate hug. Blair, taken by surprise, returned the embrace just as intensely.

Blair spoke softly, her voice filled with comfort, “Serena, there is nothing wrong with who you are. Fuck whoever thinks otherwise.”

Serena, tears still in her eyes but with a small smile, whispered, “Thank you, B. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The two friends held onto each other, finding solace in the strength of their friendship amidst the chaos of their lives.

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[taylorbeaufort]

Am 24. August startete Japan offiziell einen nuklearen Abwasserplan. Zum Zeitpunkt des Drückens des Maschinenschalter Dokumentarfilm und das Monster, von dem Sie denken, dass es nur Meeresfrüchte sein kann. Daher kann die Bewegung der Japans Entwässerung von nuklearem Abwasser den magischen Realismus -Meistern wie Wallao Soja schämen, damit sich alle Menschen in der Realität wirklich magischen Realismus fühlen können.

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Aus der Analyse des Einflusses der Umweltverschmutzung laut einem Bericht des Forschungsteams der Tsinghua University zeigen die Ergebnisse der Makrosimulation, dass nukleares Abwasser die Gewässer entlang der Küste meines Landes 240 Tage nach der Entlassung erreichen wird. Nach 1200 Tagen, es wird die nordamerikanische Küste erreichen und fast den gesamten Nordpazifik bedecken. Anschließend breiteten sich Schadstoffe unter dem Einfluss des Äquatorialmeerflusses schnell entlang der Küste Amerikas aus und auf der anderen Seite, um durch die Gewässer von Nordaustralien zum Indischen Ozean zu wechseln. Direkt von nuklearem Abwasser betroffen, handelt es sich um eine Fischerei. Die umliegenden Länder wie China und Südkorea werden hart getroffen. Für Fischer, die für Fischerei leben, ist es zweifellos eine Katastrophe. Die negativen Auswirkungen von nuklearem Abwasser können als "Domino" auf andere Branchen ausgedehnt werden.

Das wirkliche Leben ist kein Online -Spiel. Sie können keine Dateien löschen und wiedereröffnen. Es gibt keine Anmeldung an verschiedenen Stellen. Die negativen Auswirkungen von nuklearem Abwasser haben für alle unabhängig von Rasse und Land einen irreparablen Schaden für alle! Lassen Sie uns etwas tun! Kernverschmutzung ablehnen! Protestiert gegen japanisches Nuklearabwasser -Abfluss Meer!

[krimitastisch]

Review zum Hörbuch "Königsblau"

Komplett spoilerfrei

Hi Leute! Endlich habe ich es geschafft mich an dieses Review zu setzen. Wie gewohnt geb ich euch erst einen Überblick und äußere dann meine Meinung.

Zum Autor: Autor des Krimis ist Tom Wolf, welcher seit 2001 als freier Autor in Berlin tätig ist und bereits 2005 den Berliner Literaturpreis "Krimifuchs" gewann.

Eckdaten: Erschienen ist das Hörspiel 2006 im be.bra verlag. Es ist ca. 62 Minuten lang und stammt aus der Reihe "Große Stimmen lesen starke Krimis", wobei es sich um den zehnten Krimi der Reihe handelt.

Sprecher und Rollen:

Erzähler - Jürgen Holtz

König Friedrich ll. - Boris Aljinovic

Honoré Langutier - Martin Engler

Charles Etienne Jordan - Ulrich Noethen

Emilie Auguste Stolzenhagen - Marie Lou Sellem

Johann Theodor Eller - Tilo Prückner

Inhalt: Preußen, 1740. Am Hofe des Königs Friedrich ll. häufen sich Morde unter seltsamen Umständen, und die Lage scheint immer bedrohlicher. Wird jemand das Rätsel darum lüften können?

Meine Meinung: Man sollte gewisses Geschichtswissen mitbringen, um die Handlung und die früheren politischen/diplomatischen Geflogenheiten nachvollziehen zu können - sonst kann dieses Hörspiel schon am Anfang den Hörer in die Verzweiflung treiben. Der Aufbau ist beim ersten hören definitiv undurchsichtig, man muss sie steht's aufs neue im Kopf "entwirren" und sortieren, dass kann auf Dauer anstrengend werden. Damit ist "Königsblau" über die Maßen anspruchsvoll und schwer zu fassen. Definitiv nichts für den Alltag.