#morocco green march

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Happy 49th Anniversary to Green March

العربية:

في 6 نوفمبر 1975، شهد المغرب حدثًا تاريخيًا سيشكل إلى الأبد هويته الوطنية ومطالبه الإقليمية - المسيرة الخضراء. كانت هذه المظاهرة السلمية الضخمة بمبادرة من الملك الراحل الحسن الثاني الذي دعا المغاربة إلى استعادة أرض الصحراء. وبينما يحتفل المغرب بالذكرى التاسعة والأربعين للمسيرة الخضراء، من الضروري التأمل في الخطاب القوي الذي ألقاه الحسن الثاني في اليوم السابق لهذه اللحظة المحورية. فكلماته لم تلهم الآلاف في المسيرة فحسب، بل حددت أيضًا نغمة التأكيد السلمي على سيادة المغرب.

عشية المسيرة الخضراء، ألقى الملك الحسن الثاني خطابًا سيتردد صداه في سجلات التاريخ المغربي. لم يكن خطابه مجرد مقدمة لحدث هام، بل كان درسًا في الخطابة التحفيزية التي حفزت الأمة. فقد وقف أمام الشعب المغربي بنداء حماسيّ مؤثر، معلنًا: ”غدًا، ستعبرون الحدود. وغدًا ستطأون أرضًا هي أرضكم.“ لخصت هذه العبارة جوهر المسيرة: استرجاع أرض تحمل أهمية تاريخية وعاطفية عميقة للمغاربة.

كان خطاب الحسن الثاني مصمماً لإشعال روح الوطنية، واستدعاء الشعور بالإلحاح الذي أجبر المواطنين العاديين على الانضمام إلى ما سيصبح مشروعاً هائلاً، وقد أثارت كلماته قلوب الكثيرين، حيث صاغ رؤية للوحدة والهدف تتجاوز الاختلافات الفردية والانتماءات الإقليمية.

Türkçe:

6 Kasım 1975'te Fas, ulusal kimliğini ve toprak taleplerini sonsuza dek şekillendirecek tarihi bir olaya tanıklık etti: Yeşil Yürüyüş. Bu muazzam barışçıl gösteri, Faslıları Sahra topraklarını geri almaya çağıran merhum Kral 2. Hasan tarafından başlatıldı. Fas Yeşil Yürüyüş'ün 49. yıldönümünü anarken, Hasan II'nin bu önemli andan bir gün önce yaptığı güçlü konuşma üzerinde düşünmek çok önemlidir. Hasan'ın sözleri sadece binlerce kişiye yürüyüş için ilham vermekle kalmamış, aynı zamanda Fas'ın egemenliğinin barışçıl bir şekilde savunulmasına da zemin hazırlamıştır.

Yeşil Yürüyüş'ün arifesinde Kral Hassan II Fas tarihinde yankı uyandıracak bir konuşma yaptı. Hitabeti sadece önemli bir olayın habercisi değil, aynı zamanda bir ulusu harekete geçiren motivasyonel retorikte bir ustalık sınıfıydı. Fas halkının önünde ateşli bir yakarışla durdu ve şöyle dedi: “Yarın sınırı geçeceksiniz. Yarın, sizin olan bir toprağa ayak basacaksınız.” Bu cümle yürüyüşün özünü özetliyordu: Faslılar için derin bir tarihi ve duygusal öneme sahip olan toprakların geri alınması.

Hassan II'ın konuşması milliyetçilik ruhunu ateşlemek üzere tasarlanmıştı ve sıradan vatandaşları anıtsal bir girişim haline gelecek olana katılmaya zorlayan bir aciliyet duygusu uyandırıyordu. Hasan'ın sözleri, bireysel farklılıkları ve bölgesel bağlılıkları aşan bir birlik ve amaç vizyonunu dile getirdiği için pek çok kişinin kalbini heyecanlandırdı.

English:

On November 6, 1975, Morocco witnessed a historic event that would forever shape its national identity and territorial claims—the Green March. This monumental peaceful demonstration was initiated by Late King Hassan II, who called upon Moroccans to reclaim the land of Sahara. As Morocco commemorates the 49th anniversary of the Green March, it is essential to reflect on the powerful speech delivered by Hassan II the day before this pivotal moment. His words not only inspired thousands to march but also set the tone for a peaceful assertion of Morocco’s sovereignty.

On the eve of the Green March, King Hassan II delivered a speech that would resonate through the annals of Moroccan history. His oratory was not merely a precursor to a significant event but a masterclass in motivational rhetoric that galvanized a nation. He stood before the Moroccan people with an impassioned plea, declaring, “Tomorrow, you will cross the border. Tomorrow, you will tread upon a land that is yours.” This phrase encapsulated the essence of the march: a reclamation of territory that held deep historical and emotional significance for Moroccans.

Hassan II’s address was designed to ignite the spirit of nationalism, invoking a sense of urgency that compelled ordinary citizens to join in what would become a monumental undertaking and his words stirred the hearts of many, as he articulated a vision of unity and purpose that transcended individual differences and regional affiliations.

[jessythebunny]

🇲🇦°•Happy green march day! •°🇲🇦

I saw a lot of artists who draw Hatsune miku with their countries, so I drew my own Moroccan Miku!! 🇲🇦🩵

Stay safe my bunnies!

[patriotmohammedmuhammad19]

منذ 10 أيام، احتفل المغرب بلحظته التاريخية; المسيرة الخضراء

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[sissa-arrows]

I was asked for ressources on Western Sahara so here is a list.

Context: Western Sahara was colonized by Spain. In 1975 Spain was about to leave and they somehow decided that it was their right to fucking give the land despite the fact that the people did not want it. So Spain kinda agreed to give the land to Morocco (2/3) and Mauritania (1/3). Except they had no right to. Morocco then organized the “Green March” a march during which Moroccan colonizers marched to Western Sahara and settled there. Becoming settlers in a land that did not belong to them. Morocco claims that Western Sahara belongs to them because once a long time ago (in like 1040) the chiefs of multiple Sahrawi tribes allegedly swore allegiance to the Sultan of Morocco. It makes no freaking sense. On top of it the founder of the dynasty to which Western Sahara allegedly swore allegiance was an Amazigh man from Mauritania not from Morocco. Anyway after Morocco colonized Western Sahara in 1975, a war broke. In 1979, Mauritania gave back the land Spain had given them but Morocco still refused to give back their land to the Sahrawi people. They actually decided that if Mauritania didn’t want that piece of Western Sahara then it would also belong to Morocco and they colonized it too. In 1991 a ceasefire was signed under the condition that a vote would be organized for the independence of Western Sahara. Except they never voted… Morocco refuses to. In 2020, the Polisario (the name of the Sahrawi resistance) blocked a bunch of trucks between the border of Western Sahara and Mauritania. Morocco considered that it was a declaration of war and the ceasefire ended.

(If people wanna know how Algeria is involved in all this just tell me I’ll make a post)

Now the ressources to learn more about what’s happening!!

Sons of the clouds, the last (colony of Africa) a documentary in Spanish and Hassania (Sahrawi language) about Western Sahara. The link included subtitles in French.

An article from Amnesty international regarding how a Sahrawia activist, Sultana Khaya, was abused by Moroccans authorities.

The book “Sáhara occidental: un viaje a la libertad” by Taleb Alisalem a sahrawi activist. Only available in Spanish but if you have Twitter you should really really follow him. He shares a lot of information past and current on the subject with sources.

A human rights watch article from 2022 about the situation in Western Sahara (the article mention the Human rights situation in Morocco too)

Because listening to local journalists is very very important here is a Sahrawi newspaper in multiple languages: in Arabic in English in French and in Spanish

The APS (Algeria Press Service) is also a good ressource BUT I wouldn’t suggest to quote it when you’re debating with someone who is pro colonialism. Algeria is 100% pro Western Sahara so people against the independence of Western Sahara don’t consider that Algeria is a reliable source on the subject.

A friend suggested the Book “Sahara occidental: conflit oublié, population en mouvement” by Sébastien Boulay (Western Sahara: forgotten conflit, displaced population) to my knowledge its only available in French maybe in Spanish too as the co-author is Spanish. I personally haven’t read this one yet but I 100% trust the person who recommended me the book.

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Marilyn Monroe And Joe DiMaggio On 12 SEP 1954 Dinner 1 with Milton Greene Colorization Twitter Reblogged

TAG of Marilyn Monroe in my Tumblr https://kichisaburo3.tumblr.com/tagged/Marilyn Monroe

TAG of Joe DiMaggio in my Tumblr https://kichisaburo3.tumblr.com/tagged/Joe DiMaggio

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On September 12Th 1954 they have a dinner with Milton H Greene at El Morocco. Before a picture show them leaving the St Regis Hotel.#marilynmonroe #marilyn #clubpassionmarilyn #joedimaggio #miltonHGreene #StRegisHotel #ElMorocco pic.twitter.com/fsMWT16slN

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24 MAR 2024 Sunday

[brookston]

Holidays 11.6

Holidays

All the Good Things Wrapped Up in One Day

Arbor Day (Republic of Congo, Samoa)

Bank Workers’ Day (Argentina)

Constitution Day (Dominican Republic, Tajikistan)

Electric Razor Day

Fala Day

Fill Our Staplers Day

Finnish Swedish Heritage Day

Flag Day (Chad, Finland)

Global Refill Day

Green March Day (Morocco, Western Sahara)

Gustavus Adolphus Day (Sweden)

Hydrogen Bomb First Test Day

International Day For Preventing the Exploitation of the Environment in War & Armed Conflict (UN)

International End Gossip Day

International Tracksuit Day

Legalization Day (Cannabis)

Malaria Day in the Americas

Marching Band Day

Marijuana Recreational Legalization Day (Colorado, Washington)

Marooned Without a Compass Day

Measure Up Day

National Basketball Day (a.k.a. Play Basketball Day)

National I Read Canadian Day (Canada)

National Ladies Learning Code Day (Canada)

National Michele Day

National Report Home Health Care Fraud Day

National Stacey Abrams Day

National Team Manager Day

Obama Day (Kenya)

Pine Nut Day (French Republic)

Recreational Cannabis Legalization Day (Colorado)

Saxophone Day

Scotchtoberfest (The Simpsons)

Skirret Day (French Republic)

Stranger Things Day

Tazaungdaing (Myanmar)

United Americas Day

World Cee-C Day (Nigeria)

World Lets Stop Shouting Awareness Day

World Materials Day

World Paper Free Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Do Tater Tots Ever Grow Up? Day

Global Donut Day

National Nachos Day (a.k.a. I Love Nachos Day)

Peanut Butter Lovers Day

Independence & Related Days

Constitution Day (Tajikistan)

Cycoldia (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Day of the First Shout For Independence (El Salvador)

Mexico (Independence Declared; 1813)

Polish Republic (Declared; 1918)

1st Wednesday in November

Eat Smart Day [1st Wednesday]

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

International Pathology Day [1st Wednesday]

International Stress Awareness Day [1st Wednesday]

Men’s World Day [1st Wednesday]

National Advent Calendar Day [1st Wednesday]

National Eating Healthy Day [1st Wednesday]

National Holiday Calendar Day [1st Wednesday]

National Stress Awareness Day (UK) [1st Wednesday]

Take Our Kids to Work Day (Canada) [1st Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wheat Beer Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Wilderness Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Wobbly Wednesday [1st Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning November 6 (1st Full Week of November)

None Known

Festivals Beginning November 6, 2024

Dublin Book Festival (Dublin, Ireland) [thru 11.10]

Hawai'i Food & Wine Festival (Oahu, Hawaii) [thru 11.10]

Jazz Fest Sarajevo (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) [thru 11.9]

Stockholm International Film Festival (Stockholm, Sweden) [thru 11.17]

Worlds of Flavor International Conference and Festival (Napa Valley, California) [thru 11.8]

Feast Days

Adelaide of Italy (Christian; Saint)

Albert Camus (Writerism)

Alois Senefelder (Artology)

Barlaam of Khutyn (Christian; Saint)

Birth of the Bab (Baha'i) [1 Muharram]

Birth of Tiamat (Ancient Egyptian mother of gods, goddess of primeval chaos)

Burroughs Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Cosimo de Medici the Elder (Positivist; Saint)

Dabucuri uiga, (Initiation Rites of the Young Men; to Jurupari, South American Guarani/Tupi God)

Demetrian (Christian; Saint)

Dodo Grieving Day (Pastafarian)

Feast of All Saints of Ireland (Ireland)

Festival of Total Submission

Herne’s Day II: Predator (Pagan)

Illtud (a.k.a. Illtyd or Iltntus; Christian; Saint)

Illitud’s Bell (Celtic Book of Days)

Learn a New Swear Word Day (Pastafarian)

Leonard of Noblac (Christian; Saint) [Coopers] *

Los Posadas (Latin America) [until 12.24]

Lucy Jones (Muppetism)

Melaine of Rennes (Christian; Saint)

Misa de Gallo begins (Rooster’s Mass; Philippines) [until 12.24]

Stephanie Vozzo (Artology)

Tiamat the Dragon Mother Day (Everyday Wicca)

Winds of Change Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Winnoc (Christian; Saint)

Wish-Granting Championships (Fairies; Shamanism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [33 of 37]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s National Day to Lose Money on Horses.)

Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [26 of 30]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [51 of 60]

Premieres

All Along the Watchtower, recorded by Bob Dylan (Song; 1967)

And Then There Were None, by Agatha Christie (Mystery Novel; 1939) [29]

Behind Blue Eyes, by The Who (Song; 1971)

The Boondocks (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Chew Chew Baby or Stick to Your Gums (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 175; 1962)

A Cowboy Needs a Horse (Disney Cartoon; 1956)

Cry Freedom (Film; 1987)

Elizabeth (Film; 1998)

The Flea Circus (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1954)

Forget-Me-Net, Parts 3 & 4 (Underdog Cartoon, S2, Eps. 31 & 32; 1965)

Foxtrot, by Genesis (Album; 1972)

Go Down Mooses or The Fall Guy (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 70; 1960)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Film; 2005) [#4]

Head (Film; 1968)

Hiding Out (Film; 1987)

Hold What You’ve Got, by Joe Tex (Song; 1964)

Ickle Meets Pickle (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

Jersey Boys (Broadway Musical; 2005)

John Wesley Harding, recorded by Bob Dylan (Song; 1967)

Justify My Love, by Madonna (Album; 1990)

Kitty Caddy (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

Less Than Zero (Film; 1987)

Little Good Beep (WB LT Cartoon; 2000)

The Little Match Girl (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Little Red Walking Hood (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Made in Heaven, by Queen (Album; 1995)

Meet the Press (TV Series; 1947)

The Missing Mountain or Peek-a-Boo Peak (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 69; 1960)

The Moon Fell in the River, by Guy Lombardo (Song; 1940)

Paper Doll, by The Mills Brothers (Song; 1943)

Passenger 57 (Film; 1992)

Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd., by The Monks (Album; 1967)

Precious (Film; 2009)

Rain of Terror or The Desperate Showers (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 176; 1962)

The Robot Spy (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #8; 1964)

Secrets of Life (Short Documentary Film; 1956)

Ski-Napper (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1964)

Sky Trooper (Disney Cartoon; 1942)

Spectre (UK Film; 2015) [James Bond #24]

Spotlight (Film; 2015)

Symphony No. 3 in A Minor, by Sergei Rachmaninoff (Symphony; 1936)

Time Bandits (Film; 1981)

24 (TV Series; 2001)

The Universe in a Nutshell, by Stephen Hawking (Book; 2001)

The Unpopular Mechanic (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1936)

An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, by P.D. James (Novel; 1972)

When We Were Very Young, by A.A.Milne (Children’s Book; 1924)

Wintertime Dreams, recorded by Woody Herman (Song; 1936)

Woody’s Kook-Out (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1961)

Your Friend the Rat (Pixar Cartoon; 2007)

The Zoo (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1933)

Today’s Name Days

Christina, Leonhard, Rudolf (Austria)

Leonard, Melanija, Sever, Vedran (Croatia)

Liběna (Czech Republic)

Leonhardus (Denmark)

Aadi, Aado, Aadu, Ado, Adolf (Estonia)

Mimosa (Finland)

Bertille, Léonard (France)

Christine, Leonhard, Nina (Germany)

Leonardo (Greece)

Lénárd (Hungary)

Leonardo (Italy)

Leo, Leonards, Leonhards, Leons, Linards (Latvia)

Ašmantas, Leonardas, Vygaudė (Lithuania)

Lennart, Leonard (Norway)

Feliks, Leonard, Trzebowit, Ziemowit (Poland)

Pavel (Romania)

Renáta (Slovakia)

Alejandro, Leonardo, Severo (Spain)

Adolf, Gustav (Sweden)

Mac, Mack, Mackenzie, Makenzie, Mckenzie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 311 of 2024; 55 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of Week 45 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 11 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Yi-Hai), Day 6 (Jia-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 5 Heshvan 5785

Islamic: 4 Jumada I 1446

J Cal: 11 Wood; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 24 October 2024

Moon: 24%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 3 Frederic (12th Month) [Guicciardini / Philippe de Comines]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 45 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of November

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 14 of 30)

[blaxcunicorn]

Ramadan drabble

Length: 958 words

Content: fem!reader, fluff, kissing, arabic words/terms 

Authors note: Heeey, I decided to make a Ramadan drabble. Ramadan Mubarak to everyone that celebrates! 

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“Allahumma inni laka sumtu wa bika aamantu wa ´ala rizq-ika aftarthu” you both say before eating your dates. “Ugh, I´ve been craving this the whole day” Eren moans almost drooling over the food you had prepared for your husband and yourself. This was your first Ramadan together as a married couple, so you wanted Iftar to be something special and rememberable. You had cooked the Turkish delights Carla had taught you were his favorites. “I loved the food you prepared, love” He kisses your forehead. That brought you joy “Thank you” You smile playing with your cat. You were not that fond of it in the beginning, however, Eren managed to convince you to get one as it was Sunnah. After eating and talking about your day, Eren got up “Alhamdulillah, again thank you for everything you have done today Y/n” You feel your cheeks burn “Y-you welcome” It’s been ten months since your marriage, but that man still manages to get you blushing. 

He starts cleaning the table “No, it's fine-“Eren grabs your hand gently, “You have been in the kitchen for the past hours preparing this Iftar, what I can least do is clean. I don´t want my princess to wear herself out. Give me 10 minutes, you can take wudu in the meantime.” He grabs the plates and walks to the sink; he looked handsome in the sheen green abaya you bought him during your honeymoon trip to Morocco. It enhances his olive skin and eyes, so you had to buy him it. You hug him from behind while he is doing the dishes, and he grabs some foam and places it on your nose. “Hey!” you giggle whipping the foam away “It was in self-defense, I got ambushed while doing my dishes” he grins. He is so handsome; you are lucky to have such a beautiful husband Allah blessed you with this one. “What are you thinking about?” he says squeezing your nose between his index and middle fingers. “You” you grin as it made him blush a bit. “Someone is feeling flirtatious this evening…haven´t you forgotten something though.” He kisses your forehead as you wrinkled it in confusion, your eyes widen as you remember that you forgot to take wudu. You run to the bathroom, leaving Eren laughing over the sink.

You set out both your prayer rugs and fix your hijab as you were waiting on him. He comes shortly after being freshly cleaned and he starts leading the Maghrib prayer. After praying you both sit down to watch 90-days Fiancé, which is one of your favorite things to do as a couple. However, it got magically disturbed by your heated makeout session. Eren puts you on your lap before lifting you and marching to the bedroom. After your session, the both of you cuddle in bed you sit up and he put his head on your lap. “You should pee and take Ghusul, the others texted me and they are coming over since I have eaten and am not hangry anymore according to Connie” You can´t help but laugh, when you were younger Eren used to throw tantrums at Jean during fasting which was explained by him being hangry but in reality did the two of them love to heat each other up. Eren flicks your forehead as a punishment for not defending his honor. 

You then walk to the bathroom to get cleaned while Eren is still napping in bed. “Wake up, I´m done. You should get cleaned up as well before they show up” you whisper softly while stroking his hair. “Can´t we just cancel on them” he groans, grabbing your waist with one arm to lay you down with him. He starts kissing your neck slowly “Eren, I´ve just taken Ghusul, hurry up and get cleaned” he pouts and walks towards the bathroom. In the meantime, you clean the living room to make it look more presentable for the others when they show up. You can hear that Eren is showering which brings you relief. Carla warned you before marrying her son that the guy can sometimes be stubborn and lazy. However, he straightens up immediately when it comes to you. 

The doorbell rang and you walk towards the door, you can hear the others talking among themselves. You open the door and are almost tackled by Sasha and Connie. “How are you doing Y/n? Gosh, you must be dying from not eating meat the whole day.” Sasha almost cried “But fear not, we brought you and Eren some meaty pizzas” You could swear that you saw drool coming from her mouth. “Oh, thank you but you shouldn't have I could have prepared something for you guys.” Mikasa is the first to answer “You have been fasting the whole day and we didn´t want you to worry about cooking for us.” You smile and open the door wider to let them in. Connie, Sasha and Jean crash on the sofa, while Mikasa and Armin sit on the bean bags. “Do you want any drinks?” You ask “We brought soda and juice. Just sit down with us Y/n” Armin pats the other bean bag. You sit down next to the blonde “Oh Eren is-” You got interrupted by Connie “Assalamu alaikum Halali King” Eren came out of the bedroom with his abaya on and a towel on his shoulders. “At this point, you should just convert Connie” Eren grins “Sure, I mean four wives doesn´t sound bad…ouch!.” Sasha hit him on the back head “Four wives, you wouldn´t be able to commit to the five prayers, idiot.” Everyone in the room laughs, the night was perfect as the two of you were companied by your second family.

[bu1410]

Palermo - Italy

Hotel du Lac - Tunis

Hammamet - Tunisia

Costantine - Algeria

Fez - Morocco

Casablanca - Downtown

Typical Moroccan ''Grand Taxi

Benalmadena - Spain

Good evening TUMBLR - March 4th - 2024

From today , in order not to boring my 3 or 4 readers, I decided to alternate the writing of my work's experience, with holidays/vacation's adventures.

I hope that will make my writing less boring and more various.

Neverthekess, the overall title remains the same':

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Ch. I - August 1975 - Italy - Tunisia – Algeria – Morocco – Spain – France – Italy.

So me and my ''partner in crime'' Gianluigi, we decided to make a Mediterramean circumnavigation: the Citroen DS19 purchased from by Mr. Proserpio, Gianluigi's uncle, for the modest sum of 300,000 lire (150 euros) we hope it will take us on a journey through six countries. The travel from Milan to Palermo was smoothly. It should be noted that the works on the Salerno – Reggio Calabria highway section (especially in the Lagonegro area) were already underway, and will continue for many years to come. Once in Palermo, we slept the night in a moribund AGIP Motel, an attempt by ENI (italian Hydrocarbur Giant) to provide Italy with a network of decent and not excessively expensive motels, obviously doomed to failure.

TUNISIA We board the ship to Tunis early in the morning and the got first surprise: on the ferry there is Mr. Mastelloni, a very popular Italian comedian at that time, of which no one ever really understood what he was, artistically speaking I mean. However, it was easy to understand: he was accompanied by a young ''blondy boy'' with blue eyes, similar to the main carachter of ''Death in Venice'' movie. As well as by two whiskey-coloured Afghan dogs, which were ''trendy'' at that time. We spent the night standing up, since we had a bridge ticket, so we slept little and badly on the sofas in the on-board bar. After docking in Tunis and disembarking, we understood that we were behind everyone at the customs check. A business card from the son of the Tunisian Minister of Industry, in Gianluigi's possession, comes to our aid (we have to deliver to this guy two sample chairs produced by G. Luigi's workshop for possible approval and export). As soon as the local policeman saw the business card, he immediately made us leave the queue, and in an instant, followed by the protests of the other passengers in the queue under the midday sun, we were outside the fence of Tunis port. We stay overnight at the Hotel du Lac, a building with the strange shape of an inverted pyramid: from the window of our room, on the 22nd floor, it was easy to see the sidewalk about 60 meters below: ''Let's hope that the building doesn't tip over this very night'' I told my friend. In the evening we take a tour of the old Medina, with dinner in a typical restaurant: large crevettes dish with a unique flavor at a price at which in Italy you would eat a sandwich on the street! For the rest, at the time, there was no nightlife, the clubs were all closed, in a sort of early lockdown. The following day, after having delivered the chairs to the Minister's son (followed by his exaggerated thanks) we left for Hammamet, where we would treat ourselves to a couple of days of relaxation before embarking on the journey to Algeria. And here I must make a premise: Tunisia in 1975 was a nation that was emerging from the long post-colonial period, and was governed by a Socialist regime. The ''Mediterranee hotel'', where we stayed, was a typical expression of this management: the various activities of the hotel - kitchen, rooms, swimming pool, beach -were managed by various cooperatives.

The result was simply disheartening. On the access staircase to the restaurant, in a glass showcase, the day's food was displayed: lunch with tomato-colored soup where 2 crevettes were floating - green salad with tomatoes, carrots, peppers and hard-boiled eggs. Two flies flew happily inside the box… and then there was nothing else…. In the hotel lobby we come in touch with a group of Italians from Abeille Insurance on a reward trip. The wife of one of them, a tall, large guy weighing at least 120 kg, takes us by the arms and, speaking in a low voice, she asked: - ''I saw that you have a car, right? - ''Yes, I answer cautiously… - - Well, the Lady continues – I ask you a favor, would you take my husband to eat in the city this evening? We are willing to pay for dinner for you too, there is no problem, please, we have been here for three days, my husband doesn't eat anything that is offered to us, and this morning when he got out of bed he almost fainted to the floor ……'' Well, the rumors spread at fast speed: attracted by the possibility of ''eating'' in the evening, 8 Italians found us and board our the Citroen before we can say anuthing! We choose the ''Barberousse restaurant''and we were threated with excellent grilled meat and local rosé wine – our guests had a sort of big binge, and all of them filled several take away containers. After the dinner, while wandering around the Medina of Hammamet, we understand the reason for Mr. Mastelloni's trip to Tunisia: some advert on the walls inform us that the 'Deuxieme Festival des Homosexuelles'' (the 2nd Homosexual Festival) was underway in a nightclub of the city!!! We were really astonished that in a Muslim country such kind of festival could take place. After a two-day stay where we also discover that around the hotel swimming pool yet another cooperative cooks excellent meat and fish brochette, we set off for Algeria.

ALGERIA The Tunisian state roads have good asphalt, and the journey was smooth till the border. The formalities at the Tunisian border post were completed in a few minutes. Then a couple of kilometers of ''No Man's Land'' took us to the Algeria border post.

The police shack was in very bad shape. The immigration policeman at first doesn't believe it was me on passport picture. (I had a mustache in the passport photo). Than he went back into the guard post box with both of our passports. After about twenty minutes, the Algerian policeman opened the shack's window and, shouting incomprehensible words in Arabic, literally throwed our passports at us! I stop Gianluigi from replying, I collect the passports and said ''merci Monsieur, au-revoir'' we finally left: certainly not a good welcome to Algeria!

Algeria is a land that is iconographically symbolized by deserts and dunes, but the region we pass through instead appears to us as a sort of ''African Switzerland''. Kabylia is mountainous and green and in the distance you can see numerous flocks of sheep and cows. The farms are bordered by well-maintained fences. We travelled quickly, and in the evening we arrived in Constantine. We pass impressed on the famous Sidi M'Cid: a 164 m long suspended bridge that crosses the Rhumel river in Constantine. It was opened to traffic in April 1912 and until 1929 it was the highest bridge in the world, standing at considerable height of 175 m. The next day we were traveling towards the North-West - at midday we have a quick lunch in white Algiers: its kasbah is still impressive but we had no intention of stopping there. And then away again, the roads were worse than the Tunisian ones; the asphalt is often full of potholes or completely missing. This is despite the country being a large oil producer, so asphalt should be available at very low cost. It was evening when we arrived in Sidi Bel Abbes and for the overnight stay we choose the pompous ''Intercontinental'' an old hotel built during the French occupation of the country. The rooms were dirty, sheets not washed since when? Bathrooms with taps from which a trickle of water flows slowly. The dinner, however, is a farce: - ''What are you offering for dinner''? - ''Des pates avec sardines'' (Spaghetti with sardines) - ''Et apres''? (And after''? - ''Des sardines'' (Sardines) - ''Chaude''………….(hot…) The next morning we literally escaped from the Intercontinental and pass through Tlemcen. From the main road it was possible to have a glimpse of the vineyards of the famous ''Coteux de Mascara'' rosé wine planted by the French. During the years of the civil war from 1991-1995, all the vineyards were removed. At the Western Algerian border we were lucky, and we crossed without problems. Further on, after the usual 2 kilometers of no man's land, at the Moroccan border post of Zouij Beghal a singular encounter: four Italians from Venice traveling in an Opel Rekord: - ''Where do you come from?'' we asked them

- From the Cape North'' - ''Cape North''? - Yes, we have few days holidays, and we promised ourselves to run from Padua to Cape North – than Morocco – Algeria – Tunisia – Italy. - ''Ahh….ok …''vaste programme''……. good continuation guys ….''

MOROCCO In the meantime, the Moroccan policeman kindly asked us to give a lift till the first village to an elderly lady that was carrieng a box containing four chickens. It is very common practice in Morocco, being asked to give a lift of stranded people. Once left the lady at the Attamiaas souk, our journey continued towards Oujda, the first important Moroccan city on the road to South-West. The route was very tormented, with ups and downs among the stony hills and sudden, very steep descents towards the ouadis and their unsafe bridges. We were crossing one of these bridges, where the road narrows sharply, when, about halfway through it, suddenly a blue Mercedes Grand Taxi enters the bridge from the opposite side!!! The Mercedes star on the hood of the car seems to get bigger and bigger as the taxi gets closer to us! In this situation - Gianluigi was driving - the only thing to do would be to stop and lean the car as much as possible against the balustrade of the bridge. Which - for inscrutable reasons - my friend didn't do! In fact I had the feeling that he speeds up in an (useless) attempt to reach the opposite end of the bridge before the Mercedes meet us! By then we understood that two cars cannot pass on the bridge at the same time, and we huddle closer and closer to the right parapet of the bridge, fearing the impact of the bodies at any moment! WHICH HAPPENED ! But… after a skid I believe due to the blow received on the side of the Citroen by the Mercedes, my friend managed to put the car back in the right direction!! We arrived on the other side of the Ouadi and we find ourselves at the first lay-by and we stop – for a moment we didn't had the strength to go down and check the damage to the car. In the meantime we realize that the blue taxi, far from stopping, has disappeared up the opposite slope. At this point Gianluigi took out a providential bottle of whiskey from the cardboard box, purchased on the ship between Palermo and Tunis! A couple of sips and we recover from the scare! It was needed!! Finally we got out of the car and realize that the end part of the left side of car's bodywork was missing! The impact with the Mercedes detached it. As we run back, and we see it lying in the middle of the bridge: it was a little battered, but once we returned to our car, we manage to put it back in his place: everything was resolved with a great scare and minor damage to the car, but it

could have gone much worse: the clash could have thrown us further down, onto the dry riverbed of the Ouadi and than perhaps I wouldn't be here to tell you about it…… After a couple of hours (and after a few further sips of whiskey because every now and then the memory of the narrow escape came back to us) we arrived in Fez.

Fez was founded under the rule of the Idrisids during the 8th-9th centuries AD. It initially consisted of two autonomous and competing settlements. Successive waves of mainly Arab immigrants from Ifriqiya (Tunisia) and al-Andalus (Spain/Portugal) in the early 9th century gave the nascent city its Arab character. After the fall of the Idrisid dynasty, other empires came and went until the 11th century, when the Almoravid sultan Yusuf ibn Tashfin united the two settlements in what is today the neighborhood of Fes el-Bali. Under Almoravid rule, the city gained a reputation for religious culture and mercantile activity. Fez reached its peak in the Marinid era (13th-15th centuries), regaining its status as a political capital. Numerous new madrasas and mosques were built, many of which survive today, while other structures were restored. These buildings are counted among the distinctive features of the Moorish and Moroccan. We stayed at the Moorish-style hotel les Merinides, where in the evening we had a delicious dinner of local dishes. The night was spectacular, the hotel stood on a hill and I cannot forget the view of the city lights, and of the sky illuminated by the full moon and a myriad of stars. The next day, unfortunately (in the sense that with hindsight we should/could have taken more advantage of the hospitality of Fez…) we left again for Casablanca, our final Moroccan destination. Yes, because August 15th was approaching, the date on which we had an appointment with the Mr. Proserpio in Benalmadena, on the Costa del Sol, Spain. Now my three readers need to consider an important factor: we are in 1975, so no cell phones, no computers etc and international calls between Morocco and Europe were very problematic. We arrived in Dar El Baida (Casablanca) and the problem arises of finding the Toubkal hotel (a structure we found in Morocco's tourist brochures). As soon as we arrive in the city, we notice a fruit and vegetable shop: I stopped, get out of the car and show off my French knowledge (I studied it in middle school, and my teacher would be proud of me…) I ask the greengrocer: - Excuse me Monsieur, the direction to go to the Toubkal hotel? - And he ''The Toubkal Hotel''? T'as dit l'Hotel Toubkal??? Ahh yes……Wait…. one minute……'' I saw returning from the shop with two very fat Maroccan women, together by bags and bags of fruit and vegetables. Whereupon the rear doors of the Citroen are opened, and everything - bundled women, vegetables, fruit is introduced into the car!! Then the greengrocer approaches the window and says to me:

''Elles save ou' est l'hotel Toubkal, elles vont vous donner la management''! Au revoir, M'salamah! '('They know where the Toubkal hotel is, they will give you the management''! Goodbye)

So we set off again, and at every crossroads I was asking: ou'? And the women: ''a droite - a gauche-tout droite'' (Where to go''? and the women ''To the right - to the left - go straight...''). We end up leaving the city, and it occurs to me that the Toubkal hotel is near the Place des Nations Unies, therefore in the city centre……. You should know that the Moroccans have established a scale of values of ''shrewdness'' of nationalities where obviously they are in first place - les Marocain sont de raquins (Moroccans are like sharks) and all the others are more or less imbeciles. According to this scale, the Japanese are considered the most badmouthed, followed by the Germans and the English - Italians and French are nationalities that should not be trusted too much… Well, when we now understood that we have been victims of a typical ''Moroccan'' scam, the women say ''ici ici'' (here...here) and tell us to stop - we were in a suburban street, and so we asked the women: So where is hotel Toubkal '' ? They get out of the car, look at each other perplexed and then at

'in unison, throwing their hands in the air in the typical Arab expression, they tell us: ''ça moi je ne sait pas…'' (This I dont know) and disappear with all their belongs! We than continued following the signs for Center Ville until we reached the aforementioned square and then finally, in a side street, the Toubkal hotel. We spent a couple of pleasant days in Casablanca, visiting mosques and the waterfront, eating exquisite Atlantic fish dishes and drinking excellent Moroccan wines (Rosé Boulaone – Red Guerrouane). We spent the evening at the (reconstructed) coffee shop from the famous movie ''Casablanca'' at the Hyatt hotel: waiters in period uniforms, delicious dishes, mint tea served in an exemplary manner.

And then we started the journey to Spain: Tangier (Tanja as the Moroccans call it) was the first stop over on the way back to North. While waiting for the ferry that will take us to Algeciras, across the Strait of Gibraltar, we stay in an old hotel, Les Almohades, directly on the seafront. In the evening we go out for a walk on the promenade, before dinner, and we were approached by a Moroccan guy who was dragging himself on homemade crutches. Like all Tangerois he was fluent in at least three foreign languages, and he offered us ''hierba, buena cossa……'' (hashish) and then kif, the ''smoke'' of Moroccan production. Gianluigi senses the deal (if he brings it to Spain he will be able to resell it at a good profit) and buys a couple of pieces.

''Good - says my friend - let's take him to the hotel and then go out for dinner'' But at this point the limping Moroccan changed register and becomes annoying - suddenly some friends of the guy materialize who - following our steps - sing and shout like:

''hierbaaaa…… hieerbaaaa los hombres tenern hierbaaaa…policia…policiaaaaa'' (Hashish......hashish.....this guys have hashish...). My friend immediately come up with a plan: ''Let's get to the first street, turn the corner and then start running uphill towards our hotel – we'll get rid of the ''stuff'' before entering the lobby. No sooner said than done, once we reach the corner we started running! The chasers understood the game, and started running too, always shouting! With a great surprise, looking back, we discovered that the limper has thrown his crutches to the ground and he was running like a new Usain Bolt!! We manage to maintain a certain advantage, and arrived near the hotel and Gianluigi throwed the package of stuff into a rubbish bin, as we enter the hotel. We went up to the room, and with the lights off we were looking down to the street: the pursuers have arrived, and after a meeting with their neighbors, they head to the rubbish bins, where they recovered the stuff! And then, not satisfied, they direct sneers at us towards the window where they suppose we are observing the scene of their triumph! It was like that Gianluigi's career as a ''smoke trafficker'' ended, before it even began.

Early in the morning we boarded one of the first ferries to Algericiras. After a quiet Strait of Gibartar crossing, and having traveled the 120 km that separate Algeciras from Benalmadena, we arrived at the residence where – supposingly – Mr. Proserpio & Family were waiting for us. We had managed to reserve an apartment for the entire month of August - the Proserpio family would stay there for 15 days, with Gianluigi and me for the rest of the month.

Citron DS19 Pallas

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Out of curiosty since I've seen you talk about both groups before, do you know if the Houthis and the Polisario are allies, or at least support each other? I saw on wikipedia (not the best form of media, I know) that they consider Morocco an "enemy" nation, so I was wondering if it's because they percieve them as Western+Israel allied and/or because of the occupation of Western Sahara.

Morocco's been trying to add polisario to the axis of resistance for years now as a part of its normalization w Israel, I haven't really seen any convincing evidence that Iran materially supports them other than very occasional propaganda - Algeria has historically been their largest state backer, ever since the green march - and tho Algeria is rhetorically supportive of the cause of Palestinian liberation, they've taken much more of a mediators role re: yemen - even condemning Houthi attacks against Gulf State infrastructure.

So TLDR unlikely in any significant capacity, though as a Gulf monarchy-Israel-Sahel monarchy axis develops that might become more of an expression 🤷‍♀️

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The Hague 1980

Host: Netherlands Participants: 19 Voting method: 12-point system (juries only) Winner: Johnny Logan - What's Another Year Country: Ireland Points: 143 (66.2% of highest score possible) Language: English

General Overview:

1980 feels like a reboot year. It's the landmark 25th edition, but it doesn't feel like it. Mainly because no one wanted to host the thing. Israel could not afford it again - actually, they withdrew entirely because of a national holiday. Meaning that this is the only contest where the reigning champ is absent. The 1979 runner-up Spain also declined to host. As did the UK, who were always the reliable back-up plan. So in the end, the Netherlands accepted the job with a low budget.

And I can tell the Dutch broadcaster put minimal effort into this. They reused the same venue as 1976. The stage looks similar - it's a wide platform with moving floating shapes in the background (which resembles a grey mask with red eyes; or an alien face). The opening sequence is the usual local footage, leading to the orchestra playing for a bit. The presenter, Marlous Fluitsma, speaks to the audience exclusively in Dutch. And there's no postcards – instead, a representative from each country goes on stage to introduce their song. On the bright side, 1981 will begin a 41-year streak of the most recent winning country hosting the next one.

Having said that, I like that the interval act showcases Caribbean culture. It involves some upbeat music and dancers on stage. I don't like that they kept interrupting their performance to cut to the Green Room though.

The vote reveal is amusing, where Marlous pulls out a different phone to call each country. 1980 is also the year when the spokespersons began reading their points in ascending order instead of running order. Which adds more suspense and less confusion. Too many countries were submitting incorrect votes.

Turkey returns and Israel's absence allows Morocco to debut. Meanwhile, Monaco says goodbye for 25 years.

Despite the low budget, 1980 is a strong year. It has some bops! There's also a lot of campy entries and gimmicky staging; probably because of “Dschinghis Khan”.

Austria: Blue Danube - Du bist Musik A forgettable start to a new decade. The only interesting aspect is the Space Age synth, which sounds like my friend's phone alarm. The composition is just too mild. The verses are bland. The bells are so subtle. The “DU BIST MUSIK!” chorus ending (with the horns) is meh. And the lyrics are whatever – they compare the subject to a lengthy list of composers and music terms; conclusively declaring “you are music!”. The song does work as an opener though – it's light and carefree, with a 'good morning' vibe. And the drum/string intro and the “harmony, melody...” part are okay.

Turkey: Ajda Pekkan - Pet'r Oil The juries underrated Turkey back then. The intro establishes a traditional sound with the hand drums and strings. The “a-MAN... PET'R OIL” hooks, along with the intensifying bit afterwards, is so catchy. And the “WHOOOA” dives, vocal chants, finger bells, and hand claps are positives too. The orchestra could be more powerful, but it's still good. The lyrics are (supposedly), literally about petrol. It's a commentary on humanity's overdependence on oil and the role money plays. Basically, oil makes life more convenient by powering our modern technology. I assume this was a response to the 1970s oil crisis and recession.

Greece: Anna Vissi and the Epikouri - Autostop An undeniably catchy “circus music” entry with a slick performance. I like the way they move around, while Anna points a lot. The dramatic slowdowns are super effective too. But she says “Autostop” too many times and it gets annoying after a while. Otherwise, the intro is like a blustering wind. The drums stomp around in the verses. There's some xylophone and backing ad libs. And the chorus has a marching band rhythm - it also pauses for a farting horn. The lyrics are about hitch-hiking to explore the world.

Luxembourg: Sophie & Magaly - Papa pingouin An iconic, delightfully camp, and ridiculously catchy nursery rhyme that features a man in a penguin costume. He waddles, trips, mutters, makes funny faces, gets spanked, and tries to fly lol. The backing singers also wear penguin tuxedos. And the lyrics are comical, where this grumpy penguin wishes he could fly, until he's compassionately convinced to love his life the way it is. The orchestra moves smoothly and calmly. The chorus is well-constructed, with the “LE PAPA PINGOUIN...” repetitions, the accompanying xylophone clacks, and how the strings slide in afterwards. The call-and-response sections and the “papapa..” escalations are also great.

Morocco: Samira Bensaïd - Bitaqat Hub Morocco's only participation flopped. Maybe the song was too foreign for the juries. It doesn't have the catchiest chorus either. But it's a lovely song with a smooth texture and a great message. The strings, hand drums, and Samira's robe establish a cultural vibe. Those strings are incredible too – especially the twirling intro (with the dings), and how they overpower and tiptoe in the first verse. The “oh oh oh” and “la la la” ending is nice too. The lyrics ask for peace and to end racism. Samira says we want unity, safety, justice, prosperity, loyalty, and happiness; free from greed and rival neighbours.

Italy: Alan Sorrenti - Non so che darei Why was this 6th? It's a light and relaxed soft rock song, but in a very bland and boring way. Alan's falsetto in the chorus is unbearable. The leaning and swaying from the backing members is giving stoner energy, although the pink and purple clothing is visually appealing. And the instrumental and lyrics are unremarkable. Alan just wants one more night with his ex. He doesn't hide it or know why.

Denmark: Bamses Venner - Tænker altid på dig This is kinda boring – it's a very laid back and minimalist song. But it's also sweet and comforting, the melody is nice, and I don't mind Bamses's raspy vocals. The percussion kicks drive the verses, alongside some violins and subtle tambourine. While chorus speeds up somewhat. I like the little horn hops during it. On stage, everyone wears blue or red overalls and striped shirts. The backing looks unhappy though. In the lyrics, Bamses has to leave for a while (for work?) The subject dreams of things being normal again. But he's always thinking of them.

Sweden: Tomas Ledin - Just nu! Rock entries were uncommon back then. Tomas flaunts his high assertiveness on stage; including some “manspreading”. But oops at him disconnecting the microphone wire. The “Just nu!” shouts are super catchy, albeit repetitive. The recurring clawing piano riff, the tense strings, the stretchy guitar responses, and the softer post-chorus (with the flutes) are all highlights. But the song fizzles out towards the end. The bridge is the same as the post-chorus, but with more “JUST NU!”s. The lyrics are about needing to escape the mundane city life. The chorus exclamations are when he's had enough.

Switzerland: Paola - Cinéma No more weirdness from Switzerland for a while. Instead, Paolo praises the magical world of cinema! She explains how movies define our childhood. She also lists several Disney characters and old school actors. The song itself switches styles several times – from a classic, gentle, pretty ballad to big band brass to an energy-releasing chorus to a tap dance break. And finally, a tuba outro lol. The “cinéma, cinéma” hook is alright. And Paola's vocals and stage presence are highlights.

Finland: Vesa-Matti Loiri - Huilumies Vesa's voice is so irritating. Finnish has those unfortunate “oi oi oi” sounds. The lyrics explain how his flute expresses the wide range of everything he feels. He even plays a flute solo 3 times. He also scats during the bridge. Otherwise, the intro sounds like a sitcom theme. The backing vocals emphasize certain parts. And the chorus does this thing where it speeds up midway, then stops, intensifies, and normalizes.

Norway: Sverre Kjelsberg & Mattis Hætta - Sámiid ædnana An interesting concept that lacks cohesion. After the Christmassy intro, the first minute involves a bunch of random tempo changes, as Sverre plays the guitar in Luke Skywalker clothing. Then Mattis walks out, and it becomes a completely different song, where he repeats the same “yoik” endlessly. I prefer the latter 2/3 though. It begins a cappella, then adds one instrument at a time (and Sverre singing separately) to build intensity; until the ending quiets again. It symbolizes a distant chant growing stronger. The lyrics support the then-recent protests against building a hydroelectric dam on Sami land.

Germany: Katja Ebstein - Theater The only artist with 3 top 3s. Unless you count the writing credits of the man that beat her. This one is pretty camp. The mimes are very distracting, but they make the staging memorable. I like when they waltz side-to-side with Katja. Their background muttering enhances things too. The lyrics are about the facade that stage performers must put on, even if they're sad or scared on the inside. There's a theater piano intro, then the song starts as a ballad. The circus-y beat takes over soon enough though. There's also a teeth-chattering piano and some piano slides. And the “THEATER, THEATER” hooks are catchy.

United Kingdom: Prima Donna - Love Enough for Two So. Much. Cringe. This is giving church summer camp vibes. It's sooo wholesome. I really dislike the performance – the three smiling couples, the peppy voices, the touching, the bright clothing, them standing together at the end. The chorus is catchy I guess, but not in an enjoyable way. The wedding bells and the key change are ugh. And the song title sounds like they want a threesome. I doubt that's what they meant, but it's a corny love song regardless. Otherwise, it's a summery easy listening song.

Portugal: José Cid - Um grande, grande amor Portugal equals their best placement so far (7th). This is giving Elton John vibes. The first 15 seconds are a piano ballad. Then, after a few door knocks, the energetic orchestra takes over. The chorus melody feels big. The verse contains some dramatic bursts. The bridge rests for a soft backing refrain. And there's a false ending. José's performance is full of life, even though he just plays the piano and later stands up. In the song, he says goodbye to his lover in multiple languages. He sounds very happy about it. He calls it a “big love”, but he's a “free bird” now.

Netherlands: Maggie MacNeal - Amsterdam This is nothing like “I See a Star”. The dark atmosphere is very compelling. The string intro establishes that mood. The verses sound sorrowful and pensive, while the chorus is ominously inviting thanks to the swinging bass stomps and panicked carousel sounds. That chorus creates an image of Maggie standing on a busy Amsterdam street at night, where she welcomes everyone. The “Amsterdam, Amsterdam” hooks are solid. And I like that descending light xylophone(?) scale that morphs into a piano. The oboe moment is nice too. The lyrics praise the city. Maggie makes it sound like a special, unforgettable place that has everything. It's where people feel freedom and belonging.

France: Profil - Hé, hé, m'sieurs dames Basic and repetitive. The title phrase appears in every single stanza. It's a catchy hook, but it's too perky in the verses. The chorus, which feels more hectic, changes that hook to a joyous shout instead though. Otherwise, there's some “dodododo”s and background “ahhh”s. And the bouncing verse guitar is alright. But the song doesn't have much going on. The lyrics are about partying and having fun tonight. On stage, they open their arms, point, and sway side-to-side; while wearing rainbow glitter shirts not long after the pride flag was adopted.

Ireland: Johnny Logan - What's Another Year (winner review below)

Spain: Trigo Limpio - Quédate esta noche I love the dark atmosphere and how the song continually switches between lowkey and explosive. Even if they say “...a mí esta noche” a lot. The acoustic guitar intro establishes the mood. The orchestra sounds pretty at points. The first and last choruses grow midway, with a pounding drum initiating the switch. The second chorus leads to a trumpet moment instead, which allows the two verses to have different volumes as well. And the song ends on a galloping drum to intensify things further. In the lyrics, their lover is about to leave without an explanation – their suitcase is already packed. But the narrator offers affection and passion to persuade them to stay tonight.

Belgium: Telex - Euro-Vision Belgium foreshadows the wacky 2000s. The chorus contains just one word (“Eu-RO-vis-ION”) said 6 times, with 4 synth notes repeating the same pattern. The main synth beat is quite static; until the ending slows down and turns squeaky. The lyrics get meta about the contest itself. The singer uses a talking voice. And his performance is eccentric – he pretends to smoke, plays with his scarf, makes goggle hands, twists his wrists, and pulls out glitter and a camera from his pockets. I just don't find this amusing.

The Winner:

Another decade begins with Ireland winning in the Netherlands, after some confusion over who would host it, while Katja Ebstein and the UK are in the top 3. This means Ireland achieves their second victory, as Johnny Logan starts his Eurovision dominance. He will contribute 4 songs over the next 12 years; all of which will reach top 2.

“What's Another Year” also sets the template for many upcoming Irish entries. Ireland's winning formula is a down-to-Earth artist singing about relatable common situations and emotions, usually as a ballad, in an honest way. Sure, they benefited from the language restriction rule back then, but they understood accessibility.

“What's Another Year” is a “mid” winner for me though. It sounds like a Christopher Cross song, who I find boring. It's early '80s yacht rock and easy listening. I prefer the bombastic “Hold Me Now”. Still, the saxophone makes this one stand out - it's my favourite part. I also like when the strings enter. And when Johnny raises his voice in the first chorus. But I'm disappointed he doesn't do it again. The second chorus, which is placed after the sax solo, is a fragile moment instead. And there's no final chorus – the outro just repeats the song title alongside a backing refrain. The backing voices are soft though.

Also, I can't decide if Johnny's performance is heartbreaking or sappy. He even sits on a stool to make it personal. In the lyrics, he's been waiting a long time for his ex to return. But his waiting seems futile. So he sighs “what's another year?”, as if 52 more weeks of misery won't bother him. He's lost everything, so what's the point of moving on. It comes across as self-pitying though.

Otherwise, Johnny jumping up and down when he won was cute. And this became a big chart hit in Europe.

Verdict: “C” tier.

My points go to.... 01. Netherlands: Maggie MacNeal - Amsterdam 02. Morocco: Samira Bensaïd - Bitaqat Hub 03. Turkey: Ajda Pekkan - Pet'r Oil 04. Spain: Trigo Limpio - Quédate esta noche 05. Portugal: José Cid - Um grande, grande amor 06. Germany: Katja Ebstein - Theater 07. Luxembourg: Sophie & Magaly - Papa pingouin 08. Switzerland: Paola - Cinéma 09. Greece: Anna Vissi and the Epikouri - Autostop 10. Sweden: Tomas Ledin - Just nu!

11. Norway: Sverre Kjelsberg & Mattis Hætta - Sámiid ædnan 12. Ireland: Johnny Logan - What's Another Year 13. Denmark: Bamses Venner - Tænker altid på dig 14. Austria: Blue Danube - Du bist Musik 15. France: Profil - Hé, hé, m'sieurs dames 16. Belgium: Telex - Euro-Vision 17. Italy: Alan Sorrenti - Non so che darei 18. Finland: Vesa-Matti Loiri - Huilumies 19. United Kingdom: Prima Donna - Love Enough for Two

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ذكرى 48 السعيدة للمسيرة الخضراء + الجيش | Happy 48th Anniversary of Green March + Army

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The Miraculous Beatles

Ok, so I love the Beatles, and I like the characters of Miraculous Ladybug (not the canon show). I decided to make an alternate universe where the 4 boys who in canon had a crush on Marinette are instead the Beatles of their universe. Actually, it'll be 5 soon enough, as Marc is their fifth Beatle and joins later. So they are all from Liverpool (except Marc who is from London) and they formed the group in 1956 at the age of 14. Also they are all middle class. Don't worry, nobody's gonna die and they don't break up after seven years. Also unlike John, Luka doesn't beat his wife or ignore his kid.

Luke Lennon (Luka Couffaine/John Lennon)

Birthday - October 9, 1942

Instruments played in the band - Vocals, guitars, keyboards and harmonica.

Personality - Luke's a mellow guy who has a bit of a rebellious streak in him. Luke is the heartthrob of the group. With his tousled, jet-black hair, he exudes an effortlessly cool and mysterious aura. Luke's soulful and raspy voice captivates audiences, and his lyrics often delve into deep, introspective themes. He and his twin sister Jules (Juleka) like to make weird songs together.

Adrian McCartney (Adrien Agreste/Paul McCartney)

Birthday - June 18, 1942

Instruments played in the band - Vocals, bass, guitars, keyboards and drums.

Personality - The babyfaced charmer of the group. With his striking green eyes and perfectly styled blonde hair, he's the poster boy of the band. Adrian's bass playing is both melodic and solid, providing the foundation for the band's sound. He's known for his upbeat and friendly personality, which draws fans in. While he may be the face of the band, he's also known for his humility and willingness to connect with their supporters. He and Luke form a killer writing duo, even though Adrian's showtunes and more upbeat material is sometimes referred to by Luke as "granny shit".

Nathaniel Harrison (Nathaniel Kurtzberg/George Harrison)

Birthday - February 25, 1942

Instruments played in the band - Guitars, vocals, sitar, keyboards and bass

Personality - Nathaniel is the creative genius of the group. With ginger bangs and a constant look of curiosity in his eyes, he's the band's secret weapon. Nathaniel's guitar skills are unmatched aside from his boyfriend Mark, and his songwriting is often spiritual and introspective. He's the quiet, introverted member, often lost in thought or doodling in his journal. Fans admire his ability to weave stories through his music, creating a unique and enchanting atmosphere during their performances. Nathaniel is gay and dating Marc, and the boys and their loved ones kept it a secret so that they didn't get arrested, since this is the 1960s in UK. It wasn't until 1967 that the two came out after getting married in 1966.

Nino Starr (Nino Lahiffe/Ringo Starr)

Birthday - July 7, 1942

Instuments played in the band - Drums, percussion, keyboards and vocals

Personality - Nino is the powerhouse behind the band's rhythm. His infectious energy and perpetual smile make him the life of the party. Nino's drumming is dynamic and energetic, providing a pulsating beat that keeps the audience moving. He's the joker of the group, always ready with a witty remark or a lighthearted joke to break the tension. Nino's charismatic stage presence and love for improvisation injects a sense of spontaneity into the band's live shows. It should also be noted that Nino is the only POC member of the group, with his mother being a Black Liverpudlian and his father coming from Morocco. He wears his background with pride, being one of the first artists to support the Black Power movement.

Mark Clapton (Marc Anciel/Eric Clapton)

Birthday - March 30, 1942

Instruments played in the band - Guitars, keyboards and vocals.

Personality - An tall anxious boy from London with a cockney accent who moved to Liverpool as a kid and befriended the other Beatles, who were his classmates. He soon fell in love with Nathaniel and they began dating. Mark is an absolute maestro with the guitar. His solos are legendary, evoking a range of emotions from raw, bluesy laments to electrifying rock anthems. His fingers dance effortlessly on the fretboard, and his mastery of the instrument is unparalleled. He is also a master songwriter, forming a lovely writing duo with Nathaniel and also providing songs with his other bandmates. The group had wanted him to join when they first started in 1956, but Mark had a huge fear of crowd's, and said he'd be fine as the unofficial "fifth beatle" until he got over his fear. This meant he would only go on stage if one of the other guitarists got sick, and for albums he would help write songs, provide guitar or background vocals, but never lead vocals. It wasn't until 1969 where he officially became a Beatle.

Well, that's the first part done. Next we'll look at how these guys are a lot more harmonious than the IRL Beatles. Then we will look at their manager and producer, their families, partners (For everyone except Mark and Nathaniel) and more along the way. See ya soon! Lemme know what you think in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

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Discovery of Carasobarbus Sublimus in Al-Diwaniya River, Iraq

Abstract

During a fish survey from 2016 to 2017, we captured 83 specimens of the cyprinid fish, Carasobarbus sublimus from the Al-Diwaniya River, Middle Euphrates, Iraq. This is the first report of the occurrence of this species in this locality. Fish were captured by gill nets and electro-fishing equipment. Twenty two morphometric and eleven meristic measurements were applied to describe the species. The range of total length in the present specimens (130.4-250.1mm) is larger than the range quoted for C. sublimus. The indices characters to standard length (SL) varied from 7.4 % to 121.0 %, and the head characters to head length (HL) from 27.4% to 93.2%. The growth rate between body characters and SL varied from 0.085 to 1.118 and between head characters and HL from 0.210 to 1.091.The numbers of scales in lateral line and around the least circumference of the caudal peduncle are 27-29 and 12, respectively. The biometric data were successful in identifying of C. sublimus and confirm the presence of the species in the Al-Diwaniya River. This is the second record of the species in the Iraqi freshwaters. Based on this finding, the case would be interesting and open to discussion about the distributions of C. sublimus in the Tigris-Euphrates basin.

Introduction

According to Borkenhagen and Krupp (2013), the cyprinid genus Carasobarbus Karaman, 1971 (the himri) belong to the family Cyprinidae, subfamily Barbinae are distributed across southwest Asia and northwest Africa. They occur in all major river systems of the Levant, Mesopotamia, southern Iran, western and south-western Arabian Peninsula and in northern Morocco. 

Also, Borkenhagen and Krupp (2013) revised and expanded Karaman’s (1971) diagnosis of the genus that now contains the nine following species: Carasobarbus apoensis, C. canis, C. chantrei, C. exulatus, C. fritschii, C. harterti, C. kosswigi, C. luteus and C. sublimus.

Three species from the genus, C. luteus, C. kosswigi and C. sublimus have been reported from Iranian waters (Borkenhagen and Krupp, 2013) and C. chantrei, C. kosswigi and C. luteus from Turkish waters (Çiçek et al., 2015), while C. luteus, C. kosswigi and C. sublimes were found in Iraqi waters (Coad, 2010; Mohamed et al., 2017).

C. sublimus was first described and reported by Coad and Najafpour in 1997 from Khuzestan waters, southwestern Iran. C. sublimus formerly placed in the genus Kosswigobarbus Berg, 1916, but Borkenhagen et al. (2011) placed this species in Carasobarbus.

Coad and Najafpour (1997) and Esmaeil et al. (2006) have rectified the species by comparing it with C. kosswigi and C. luteus on the basis of their morphology in Iran, while, Mohamed et al. (2017) described and compared C. sublimus obtained from the Shatt Al-Arab River for the first time in Iraq with C. luteus in Iraqi waters.

During the ichthyofauna survey for the Al-Diwania River (a branch from the Euphrates River, middle of Iraq) during November 2016 - October 2017, several specimens of cyprinid fish, C. sublimus have been caught for the first time from south the Daghghara barrier on this river. 

The predominant vegetations on the both banks of this locality were reed, Phragmites australis and cattail, Typha domingensis, whereas hornwort, Ceratophyllum demersum was dominant in the deeper areas.

The water temperature of the river varied from 10.2oC in March to 32.8oC in August, dissolved oxygen fluctuated from 5.0mg/l in August to 9.6mg/l cm in February, salinity values ranged from 0.55‰ in April to 0.79‰ in October (Mohamed and Al-Jubouri, 2017). 

So, the purpose of this paper is to describe the morphometric and meristic characters of C. sublimus for the first time in the middle of Iraq. Examined specimens had been placed in the fish collection of the Department of Pathology, College of Veterinary Medicine, Al-Qasim Green University, Iraq.

Source Occurrence of cyprinid fish, Carasobarbus sublimus in the Al-Diwaniya River, Middle Euphrates, Iraq

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Homework:

1. I was born on March 20th, which makes me a Pisces, a water sign. I share a birthday with Spike Lee, Lois Lowry, and Tasia Alexis.

2. Pisces is a water sign associated with the colors light green and indigo. It is represented by two fish, usually koi, because Pisces it the Latin translation for fish. “In some Greek myths, the constellation Pisces represents the fish who helped the goddess Aphrodite and her son escape “the father of all monsters” by letting her change her shape and hide herself among them. In other myths, Aphrodite hid herself and her son within an egg that fell into the river. When the fishes rolled the egg to dry land, Aphrodite emerged and placed the fish constellation in the night sky as a symbol of gratitude” (color-meanings.com).

3. Pisces are associated with the planet Neptune in modern day, however, traditionally Pisces were ruled by Jupiter. Neptune is associated with therapy and healing, intuition, artistry, and spirituality.

4. Because Pisces are a water sign, I am drawing waves. We are strongly attached to the sea.

Attendance:

“Imagine a field in the predawn blue haze of an autumn morning. The field is small, and probably in Iran, although it could also be in Spain, Macedonia, Kashmir, France, or Morocco. As the sun rises it shows that the field, which had been bare earth the night before is carpeted with small violent blooms: thousands of Crocus sativus” (St Clair, p. 98). Crocus sativus is the name of a flower where saffron is derived from. Saffron can be used as a seasoning and coloring in food. It is also linked to improving heart disease risk, blood sugar levels, eyesight, and memory.

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The Year 1817

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 3: In The Year 1817; Chapter 1: The Year 1817

1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers’ shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden’s pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d’Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor’s platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box à la Charter. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother’s head into the fountain of the Flower-Market.

They had begun to feel anxious at the Naval Department, on account of the lack of news from that fatal frigate, The Medusa, which was destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. Colonel Selves was going to Egypt to become Soliman-Pasha. The palace of Thermes, in the Rue de La Harpe, served as a shop for a cooper. On the platform of the octagonal tower of the Hotel de Cluny, the little shed of boards, which had served as an observatory to Messier, the naval astronomer under Louis XVI., was still to be seen. The Duchesse de Duras read to three or four friends her unpublished Ourika, in her boudoir furnished by X. in sky-blue satin. The N’s were scratched off the Louvre. The bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated, and was entitled the bridge of the King’s Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which disguised the bridge of Austerlitz and the Jardin des Plantes at one stroke. Louis XVIII., much preoccupied while annotating Horace with the corner of his finger-nail, heroes who have become emperors, and makers of wooden shoes who have become dauphins, had two anxieties,—Napoleon and Mathurin Bruneau. The French Academy had given for its prize subject, The Happiness procured through Study. M. Bellart was officially eloquent. In his shadow could be seen germinating that future advocate-general of Broë, dedicated to the sarcasms of Paul-Louis Courier. There was a false Chateaubriand, named Marchangy, in the interim, until there should be a false Marchangy, named d’Arlincourt. Claire d’Albe and Malek-Adel were masterpieces; Madame Cottin was proclaimed the chief writer of the epoch. The Institute had the academician, Napoleon Bonaparte, stricken from its list of members. A royal ordinance erected Angoulême into a naval school; for the Duc d’Angoulême, being lord high admiral, it was evident that the city of Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical principle would have received a wound. In the Council of Ministers the question was agitated whether vignettes representing slack-rope performances, which adorned Franconi’s advertising posters, and which attracted throngs of street urchins, should be tolerated. M. Paër, the author of Agnese, a good sort of fellow, with a square face and a wart on his cheek, directed the little private concerts of the Marquise de Sasenaye in the Rue Ville l’Évêque. All the young girls were singing the Hermit of Saint-Avelle, with words by Edmond Géraud. The Yellow Dwarf was transferred into Mirror. The Café Lemblin stood up for the Emperor, against the Café Valois, which upheld the Bourbons. The Duc de Berri, already surveyed from the shadow by Louvel, had just been married to a princess of Sicily. Madame de Staël had died a year previously. The body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The Constitutionnel was constitutional. La Minerve called Chateaubriand Chateaubriant. That t made the good middle-class people laugh heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815.

David had no longer any talent, Arnault had no longer any wit, Carnot was no longer honest, Soult had won no battles; it is true that Napoleon had no longer any genius. No one is ignorant of the fact that letters sent to an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their religious duty to intercept them. This is no new fact; Descartes complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian publication, shown some displeasure at not receiving letters which had been written to him, it struck the royalist journals as amusing; and they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated two men more than an abyss was to say, the regicides, or to say the voters; to say the enemies, or to say the allies; to say Napoleon, or to say Buonaparte. All sensible people were agreed that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., surnamed “The Immortal Author of the Charter.” On the platform of the Pont-Neuf, the word Redivivus was carved on the pedestal that awaited the statue of Henry IV. M. Piet, in the Rue Thérèse, No. 4, was making the rough draft of his privy assembly to consolidate the monarchy. The leaders of the Right said at grave conjunctures, “We must write to Bacot.” MM. Canuel, O’Mahoney, and De Chappedelaine were preparing the sketch, to some extent with Monsieur’s approval, of what was to become later on “The Conspiracy of the Bord de l’Eau”—of the waterside. L’Épingle Noire was already plotting in his own quarter. Delaverderie was conferring with Trogoff. M. Decazes, who was liberal to a degree, reigned. Chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at No. 27 Rue Saint-Dominique, clad in footed trousers, and slippers, with a madras kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, a complete set of dentist’s instruments spread out before him, cleaning his teeth, which were charming, while he dictated The Monarchy according to the Charter to M. Pilorge, his secretary. Criticism, assuming an authoritative tone, preferred Lafon to Talma. M. de Féletez signed himself A.; M. Hoffmann signed himself Z. Charles Nodier wrote Thérèse Aubert. Divorce was abolished. Lyceums called themselves colleges. The collegians, decorated on the collar with a golden fleur-de-lys, fought each other apropos of the King of Rome. The counter-police of the château had denounced to her Royal Highness Madame, the portrait, everywhere exhibited, of M. the Duc d’Orléans, who made a better appearance in his uniform of a colonel-general of hussars than M. the Duc de Berri, in his uniform of colonel-general of dragoons—a serious inconvenience. The city of Paris was having the dome of the Invalides regilded at its own expense. Serious men asked themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de Coussergues; M. de Salaberry was not satisfied. The comedian Picard, who belonged to the Academy, which the comedian Molière had not been able to do, had The Two Philiberts played at the Odéon, upon whose pediment the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to be plainly read. People took part for or against Cugnet de Montarlot. Fabvier was factious; Bavoux was revolutionary. The Liberal, Pélicier, published an edition of Voltaire, with the following title: Works of Voltaire, of the French Academy. “That will attract purchasers,” said the ingenious editor. The general opinion was that M. Charles Loyson would be the genius of the century; envy was beginning to gnaw at him—a sign of glory; and this verse was composed on him:—

“Even when Loyson steals, one feels that he has paws.”

As Cardinal Fesch refused to resign, M. de Pins, Archbishop of Amasie, administered the diocese of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of Dappes was begun between Switzerland and France by a memoir from Captain, afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, whom posterity has forgotten; and in some garret an obscure Fourier, whom the future will recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make his mark; a note to a poem by Millevoye introduced him to France in these terms: a certain Lord Baron. David d’Angers was trying to work in marble. The Abbé Caron was speaking, in terms of praise, to a private gathering of seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, named Félicité-Robert, who, at a latter date, became Lamennais. A thing which smoked and clattered on the Seine with the noise of a swimming dog went and came beneath the windows of the Tuileries, from the Pont Royal to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not good for much; a sort of plaything, the idle dream of a dream-ridden inventor; an utopia—a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at this useless thing. M. de Vaublanc, the reformer of the Institute by a coup d’état, the distinguished author of numerous academicians, ordinances, and batches of members, after having created them, could not succeed in becoming one himself. The Faubourg Saint-Germain and the pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on account of his piety. Dupuytren and Récamier entered into a quarrel in the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other with their fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ. Cuvier, with one eye on Genesis and the other on nature, tried to please bigoted reaction by reconciling fossils with texts and by making mastodons flatter Moses.

M. François de Neufchâteau, the praiseworthy cultivator of the memory of Parmentier, made a thousand efforts to have pomme de terre [potato] pronounced parmentière, and succeeded therein not at all. The Abbé Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the royalist polemics, to the state of “Infamous Grégoire.” The locution of which we have made use—passed to the state of—has been condemned as a neologism by M. Royer Collard. Under the third arch of the Pont de Jéna, the new stone with which, the two years previously, the mining aperture made by Blücher to blow up the bridge had been stopped up, was still recognizable on account of its whiteness. Justice summoned to its bar a man who, on seeing the Comte d’Artois enter Notre Dame, had said aloud: “Sapristi! I regret the time when I saw Bonaparte and Talma enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm.” A seditious utterance. Six months in prison. Traitors showed themselves unbuttoned; men who had gone over to the enemy on the eve of battle made no secret of their recompense, and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches and dignities; deserters from Ligny and Quatre-Bras, in the brazenness of their well-paid turpitude, exhibited their devotion to the monarchy in the most barefaced manner.

This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these details, which are wrongly called trivial,—there are no trivial facts in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,—are useful. It is of the physiognomy of the years that the physiognomy of the centuries is composed. In this year of 1817 four young Parisians arranged “a fine farce.”

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Marilyn Monroe And Joe DiMaggio On 12 SEP 1954 Dinner 3 with Milton Greene Colorization Twitter Reblogged

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