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by Philippe Claudel
Translated from the French by Euan Cameron
Inspired by Carl de Keyzer's photographs in Higher Ground
"When I was a child, I was used to be frightened that the mountains would collapse and fall down on me. I was constantly asking the adults around me whether they really were secured properly, whether I was in any danger."
"Together with a guy I met at the beginning, who was in the same cable car that brought us up here, we rebelled. We reckoned that what had happened to us was unfair. We tried to escape by every means possible. We discovered some pickaxes in an equipment store, crowbars, tools like that. We started to attack the rock face. It was very solid. Exhausting. We took it in turns. We were worn out, but we didn't stop. We managed to dig a tunnel one metre in diameter and ten metres deep. It took us – I don't know, we didn't even bother to count – one year, perhaps two, how could we tell? In the end we gave up. What was the point? I don't know what became of the fellow. I don't come across him anymore. I never knew his name. A guy like me."
"I think that all the people who are here are vaguely aware that nothing exists anymore. At the beginning, I tried to talk about it. No sound came out of my mouth. Nor from the mouth of any of the others either, and yet I could see them trying to pronounce them. The sounds die immediately, they dissolve in the atmosphere. Or else I've become deaf. I really don't know. We are dumbfounded. Before, I was a writer. I wrote novels and plays. There are no books here. Nothing. There's nothing to read, other than the advertising hoardings, always the same ones, and various notices, here and there. That's all. We go round in circles. I miss reading more than writing. Well actually, I'm not sure. What I really do miss is talking to someone. I'm unable to speak. And it's the same for the others. The moment we open our mouths, when we try to utter sounds or words, nothing happens. The words subside, like water, liquid gas, mist. Nothing substantial. You'll have noticed there's no noise. It's the same with the birds. No chirping. No singing. Even their wings are silent. Are you able to read me? I've always had lousy writing. Give me back this little scrap of paper when you've finished, please: I've very little left."
"I play. All day long. I'm not sad. I don't know where my parents are. I think they're also playing. Somewhere. I laugh a lot. The others do too. We're fine. I love staying in the mountains."
"What about you, do you know what has happened? Have you been told? Do you think we'll be able to get out one day?"
"A bloke came up to the sheep. The sheep had done nothing to him. They were there, like us. They were victims too. Well, that's one way of looking at it. The bloke approached. I recognised him. To begin with, he often used to walk round the small reservoir. He's got a large tattoo on his back, with wings or something like that. He drew closer. The sheep looked at him. He bent down to pick up a big stone, and he started to kill them. He killed the sheep one by one. The sheep didn't run away. They stood there calmly. They watched him kill the other sheep and each one awaited his turn. The bloke went on and on hitting. The problem was that when he thought he had just killed one sheep, and the animal fell down, all bloody and with its head smashed in, and he moved on to the next one, the sheep that was dead eventually got to its feet, unscathed, the blood on its coat had vanished, and its skull was intact once more; the bloke continued hitting out and killing, but no sheep died. I think he must still be at it. In the end, we grew tired of watching him. We left him on his own."
"I don't know where the trucks that set off are going. Nor even who makes the decisions about these trucks. There are women and men waiting, by the cable-car, the second one, the one that goes up. The other, the one that goes down, doesn't operate any more. Well, I assume they're waiting. I don't actually know."
"I believe I was asked to do that. They were the boss's orders, before he went away, when it was still open. To place bottles of wine and pre-packed lunches on all these tables. The room is big, but it's not huge, and yet I've always done my job. Everything takes so long. I don't understand. It's as though all this had no ending, or a beginning either."
"The sight of mountains is very soothing to me. When I look at the view, I no longer think. It's better that way."
"I tried to urinate to begin with. I went into the toilets. I was alone. I unzipped the flies on my trousers, I grabbed my cock, and I stood there like that for hours, maybe for days. Nothing. Nothing at all. In the end, I got bored. I put my little tool back in my underpants. I zipped up my flies. That was it. Over. I've never wanted to go again."
"They set us down in front of a glass of beer. Normally, my husband likes beer. But he's not touching it. And I can't even ask him why he isn't touching it. Why he doesn't taste it. It's ridiculous. The beer is there. In front of him. He doesn't try it. I really don't understand. At times, he looks at me, but he often looks outside, at the peaks and the snow. And when he does look at me again, I have the feeling that he doesn't recognise me. I might as well be a stone myself or a block of ice. It's the same thing."
"I tried to eat, but it doesn't go down. And in any case, I'm no longer hungry or thirsty. All I feel like is a cigarette. But no one has had any for a long time."
"I'm dreadfully cold. I'm almost naked. The sun's not very warm. I don't know why I'm like this, in my underpants, while all around me other people are dressed warmly. I'm convinced that I fell asleep. And that certain people took the opportunity to steal my clothes. I was stripped. It's vile. It's inhuman. Frankly, it's disgusting. I'm still lying down, on the ground. I can feel the biting cold, the icy wind. I want to die. For it to be over. I feel ridiculous. I'm in pain. I'm all huddled up. Is this supposed to be living? I feel so awful, but I don't die. I'm not even ill. My nose doesn't run. I don't have a sore throat. Not a thing. It's ghastly. And impossible for me to leave. My body weighs a great deal. I shiver. I have no strength. The others are warm. They're probably happy. They strut about. Those that robbed me. Shits! Arse-holes! Bastards! Filth! I can't pull myself up. What's to become of me?"
"What's the point of what you're doing? What use will it be? You're in the same boat as well. You're no cleverer than us."
"I've never been a believer. Beforehand, I mean. But here, the notion of God gradually took hold. I attend services. Not so much from a desire not to be bored as from trying to establish a dialogue. I can't believe that all this should be meaningless, that we are here, all those of us who are here, because of a wrong turning, because of an alteration in the geographical data and the physical laws of the planet that nobody could have anticipated. I'm now convinced that a superior power has determined this. We are in his hands, at his mercy. We must be humble. The restricted universe in which we are confined suggests as much. Look at the vast size of everything. I see these mountains as an injunction to modesty, an invitation to believe. During my life, I ran a consultancy in scholarship placements."
"Personally, I didn't want to come. And then, all of a sudden, here I am, and I don't know how to get out. It's no joke."
"What I regret is not having locked up my house, even though I realise that it's absurd to think like that. There's no point. I'll never see it again. No one has told me this, but I'm not a fool. I've realised that we'll never be able to leave this place. I try to close my eyes. I try to see my house again. I don't know whether it's due to the altitude, but I can barely manage to do so. It's as if my memory was slowly fading away. It's rather annoying, but I'm surprised that it doesn't trouble me more than it does."
"I hurl out into space those who are brought to me. As jobs go, it's not very complicated. I can't remember who gave me this task. Someone has to do it, after all. Why not me. I don't think I'm the only one. There must be others, somewhere. What I enjoy a great deal is shoving off those who are in wheelchairs. It's like a game. They let it happen. None of them objects."
"I tried to talk to a group of Japanese, but they're Koreans. I should really like to have known how they're still able to laugh. They're lucky. And then there are quite a few of them. I don't know a soul. I learned Japanese, but it's of no use. At university, I deliberated a long time between Japanese and Korean, then I chose Japanese. My first mistake. I made others."
"The most important thing, it seems to me, is to pretend. To go on pretending. I can't help thinking that none of this is real. That I'm actually going to wake up one day. In any case, it can only be a dream. I'd never set foot in the mountains before. I loathe mountains. Always have done. I wanted to please my girlfriend. Now we don't speak to one another. We avoid each other."
"I see some people laughing. I think they're paid to do so. To behave as though nothing were the matter, as though life was like this, always the same and that all of us here are really tourists, that there is still a below and an above. So, some people continue laughing, others get ready to set off on a hike, some use their phones and pretend to be having conversations or taking photographs. Even though the phones haven't been working for a long time, the batteries are flat and we can't talk on them. It's a joke, all this. Personally, I'm fed up. It's gone on long enough. If I had a gun I'd shoot myself."
"Why would I leave my booth? I can read the time on my till: it's 16h43. My shift ends at 17h30. I've always been conscientious. I arrive on time. I leave on time. Neither earlier nor later. It's not because there's nobody in the queues, it's not because I feel as if I've been in my booth for ages, because the day is dragging on, because I should shut the till and leave. And then what would I do? Go home. No one is expecting me. So."
"I've such a longing to fuck. Not to make love. But to fuck. To screw. To be pulled around. Roughed up. Ravaged. Something lasting. For a man to come by. Blond, dark-haired, tall, short, fat, skinny, old, young, no matter. For him to pull up my skirt suddenly, for him to spread my thighs, to pin my back against the window, tear off my knickers. I want it to such a degree that it's becoming very painful. I think of nothing else. Of a really hard prick in my cunt. A drill bit. A brace. A chisel. But no one comes by. Bloody hell, no one! Not a soul! What's going to happen to me? I'd taken the cable car just to calm myself down, because I wanted a fuck and I couldn't find anyone down below. I told myself: 'The fresh air will do you good, my darling, your arse is too hot, go up there, it will calm you down!' And this is the result. I'm here. I've still got a dreadful longing to fuck! I'm still on fire. Nothing has improved. On the contrary, it's worse! I'm pissed off. Please, what about you, wouldn't you like to screw me, here, now?
"I'm one of a team of ten. We mend the anti-avalanche nets. I really like it. It's cool. Not too exhausting. There's work for centuries to come. Even if I haven't seen any avalanches yet."
"We had already been here for quite a few days. To begin with, I didn't take it too seriously. Afterwards I told myself that we were experiencing something amazing. Now I no longer know what to think. I thought that I had left my phone in my tent, down below. I watched the others trying to use theirs and gradually abandon them, because they couldn't manage to contact anyone, there was no network, and because their batteries had run out. Those whose phones still functioned went on taking selfies, the others took pictures of them, and then after that they stopped. Some of them pretend to be phoning. No one believes them when they say they have succeeded in talking to someone. They cope as best they can. I'm not blaming anyone. Some also pretend to be taking photographs. Why not? It keeps them busy. And then at the end of – I don't know, we live through one long, endless day, there is no night – at a certain moment, or on a particular day, I found my phone in the inside pocket of my knapsack. It was charged. I don't know why, I suddenly felt happy. Very happy. Yet I knew that it was impossible to ring anybody and that nothing worked. But I was happy. As if I held a connection in my hand. A connection with the world I come from, and which probably no longer exists anymore, for otherwise how do we explain why nobody comes to look for us. I told myself that I was going to let the others speak. That I was going to register them, with my phone. So that a trace would remain. So that one day, if it were found, people would be able to hear the voices of all those whom I would have managed to get to speak. So that something should remain of all this. There's also a man who takes photographs with an old camera that uses rolls of film. I didn't even know that cameras like that still existed. I think he operates as I do. He also accumulates traces."
"I'm very happy to be wearing a veil. For once. It keeps me warm. I feel cosy. My husband is wearing Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt. The ass! Serves him right. Usually, he's the only one who feels comfortable. When the weather is hot, I almost faint because of the clothes that I wear, and the veil over my face and my hair, and the gloves on my hands, make the heat unbearable. Now I can laugh my head off underneath my veil. I watch him. He's shivering. His lips are almost blue. The skin on his legs is pale. I know he's in pain. Justice at last. Allah is great."
"I was old, in any case. I wasn't expecting anything else. So it was either this or something else. I've nothing more to say."
"Things like this shouldn't be allowed. If it's a joke, it's gone on long enough and no one is amused. And if it's the end of the world, they could have warned us beforehand. I would have preferred to spend the time in the countryside or else in the south of Spain, quietly sipping sangria."
"At least we're sitting down. The seats aren't very comfortable. But it's always like this. When I see the others, down there, standing up. Always standing. I prefer to be here where I am. I don't know the people with me. It's sheer chance that has put me here. I don't know what we're waiting for. Whether it's a show, or something like that. Unless we, ourselves, are the show and someone is watching us from somewhere."
"I wonder what's become of my dog. His name is Flight, a Labrador. He's six years old. He's a bit stupid, but very affectionate. Does he miss me?"
"I would certainly tell you my name, but I can no longer remember it. I feel as though I'm turning into a rock, that I have the hardness of a rock, and also its lack of feeling. I no longer feel anything. Do you understand what I'm trying to say to you?"
"Sometimes I pretend I'm asleep. It comforts me."
"I went to a mass. In a grotto. A cave. A man-made one. Like everything else here, actually. With priests, elderly ones, and there was one of them with a hat. I'm not a believer. I'm a tiler. But well, why not. Since I've got no work here. You've got to keep yourself busy. There were a lot of people. I didn't understand everything. I don't even know whether I listened to everything. What was good was that you forgot the mountains and the glaciers. No windows. You would have thought you were underground. Like moles. I'm fed up with mountains, and with light. During mass, you could have believed that night had fallen at last. That's what sends me really nuts here, the absence of night. I tried to pray. I thought to myself that it might work. At the same time, I didn't know how you go about it, and also what I would have asked for. I'm not really unhappy here. And then at least I no longer see my wife, that's one good thing."
"What I find hardest to bear is not knowing what has become of everybody else. It's being here, not knowing, and not being able to leave either. And then there's time, I miss time. I look at the clocks. Watches, they never move forward. I wait for the night. It never comes. I remain in the daytime, and the daytime is infinite. I look at my face in reflections in windows, on the surface of the lake over there, and I see my face that never alters. What's the point of saying that it's been days, weeks, since I can't count and everything is here, in suspension. And I don't know whether there are hundreds of us, or thousands, whether there are other places like this one."
"I was convinced that I was going to have respiratory problems, asthma, or heart trouble, because of the altitude. Well, no. Not a thing. I'm actually better. I feel better. I walk. I stop. I walk some more. I go over there, do you see, as far as the guard-rail, that sort of overhang suspended over the drop. I look into the distance, as far as possible, there where the earth fades into the sky, and then I come back and sit down here. I wait for a while. Then I begin again."
"Leave me alone."
"All this reminds me vaguely of something I must have read once, at school, but I wasn't a good pupil. Books used to send me to sleep. Nonetheless, I'm positive about what I say, but I'm unable to remember. That irritates me."
"There are people outside, and I am inside this glass trap. I look at the others. I can't join them. I don't know what I've done. Why is it me behind the pane, just me, and why are the others outside? I put my hands on the glass pane. I try to wave at them. To touch them. None of them ever looks at me. I don't understand my punishment. I'm a young girl, but I don't think I've done anything naughty."
"There's a woman who never stops circling around me. She is wearing thick walking shoes, and an eiderdown. She doesn't speak to me. She looks at me. I don't dare invite her to join me at a table in the mountain-top bar. And yet it would be nice for us to be there. I've always told myself that, driven by certain circumstances, I would be able to do things I don't normally do. That's not true. I'm always the same. In my home town, I run a fruit and vegetable shop. Organic."
"I was on the point of being arrested. I had robbed the company where I had worked for over twenty years. I was an accountant. Small amounts, but all together I pocketed almost a million. I've lived well. It could still be going on. But a new management controller was appointed. He went through everything with a fine toothcomb. He discovered my little trick. I was called into his office. It went very badly. I don't know what came over me. I panicked. I strangled him with his own tie. I pulled tightly for minutes on end. His feet were kicking against the wooden desk. His face turned crimson. Strange noises were coming from his mouth. From his stomach too. I pulled tight. I didn't relax my grip. It was unreal. As though I was taking part in what was going on as a spectator, rather than as the participant, do you follow? I thought that his eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets and drop on to his computer. All of a sudden, I could no longer hear his feet banging on the wooden desk. His arms drooped down the length of his body. He was no longer breathing. I removed the tie. I remember that I smoothed out the creases. Automatically. And I placed it on his desk. I left. I got into my car. I drove aimlessly, straight ahead, for hundreds of kilometres. Night fell. I drove on and on. At dawn, I arrived at a mountain resort. I didn't know the place. I noticed a cable car. I bought a one-way ticket. I wanted to hurl myself into space. Once up there, I hesitated. I told myself that I would wait for the daylight to fade. That never happened. I had made up my mind. I know now that I'm not going to die. I don't regret having killed that man. I'm an unpunished murderer. I'm beginning to feel rather proud about it. I'm feeling better."
"It happens. Some people, at the edge of the abyss, and who are suddenly enveloped by the rising mist, by clouds. And when the clouds or the mist clear there's nobody left. They're no longer there. I swear to you it's true. I'm not inventing it."
"I tell myself that when I feel brave enough, I'll follow the railway track that looks like a ski-jump, there, at the back, and which leads up into the sky. I'm just waiting for the courage to do it."
"Many people I come across think that I'm laughing. It's just a grimace. I was born like that. I know that here, with a face like that, people dislike me more than elsewhere. It's not my fault, however. Just a trapped nerve."
"I'm very glad I'm not able to go down again. I've no desire to go down again. I used to work in a debt collecting agency. I didn't care for the life I led, but nobody else could care a damn. Here, it's a pleasure to encounter people who are more miserable than me because they can't bear our situation."
"Have you noticed? No aeroplanes in the sky. Ever. Yet I spend my time gazing at the sky. Never any aeroplane, large or small. Not a single plane. Not even a white trail. The sky has become clear once more."
"I'm convinced that all this water in the dam is not water. And that this dam is not a dam. That the cars we notice are not cars. That no one cares a damn about us. That none of this really exists. And if you think I'm crazy, you're rather superficial. And if that's the case you're a stupid bastard."
"I'm a doctor, but no one is ill. I feel useless. I'm bored. I know the shape of the glacier by heart, each of its crevasses. I dream of terminal stage cancers. I'm an oncologist. I had a large practice. An appointment book full to bursting. I used to work eighty hours a week."
"Do you see that group of men laughing among themselves? They've just raped a young girl. The one over there, who is walking off into the distance. No, not the girl in blue, the one on the right, in pink, the youngest one. How old is she, about ten? They took turns raping her. She cried a bit. Not too much. It's as though she were a toy. Some of them had huge organs. They penetrated her unhurriedly, openly. They passed her from one to the other. Some hikers glanced over and then looked away. I saw everything. I didn't miss a thing. I expected the police to turn up. I wanted to give evidence. But nothing happened. Nobody came. The total indifference of other people. And the even greater indifference of the landscape. Not a single police officer. No storm in the sky. No punishment, either divine or human. Nothing. Listen to them laughing. They're at it again. I'm sure of it. What's more, look, the girl, she's coming back."
"I'm pissed off. I look at the others. I think they're hideous. I think they're common. I don't wish to know them. I want to be bloody well left in peace. I sleep at the far end of the tunnel. I've made myself a bed and a door. Please don't coma and hassle me. It's my home. I've got a home."
"Three of us tried to get it started. We searched for the engine. There's bound to be an engine somewhere. I'm aware that all those jerks gathered round us were staring at us and reckon we're crazy, but I tell you, they can bugger off. They can believe whatever they like. If they think this thing really is what it appears to be, a kind of refuge for mountain climbers, or an equipment store, or whatever, then that's their problem. I know that it's a spaceship. It's just a question of finding the engine and getting it going, and we can at last escape from this place, because I'm sick to death of being here. I've got a wife down below and three kids. I came to do maintenance work on the cable cars, it should have lasted two days at the most, and look, we've been stuck here like rats for how long? Eh, how fucking long? Bloody hell! I'm going to get out. And since we can't get away from down there, I'll do it from higher up. The expressions they'll all have on their faces when we take off!"
"I've been a funicular employee since I was twenty-five years old. My father got me the job. He worked for the company. And my grandfather before him. The funicular was built just before the First World War. I'm fifty-five, even though that doesn't mean anything anymore. The uniform hasn't changed. It's a bit out of date, but people like it, especially the cap with the shiny visor. They often take photographs of me. I would never have thought that the cable car would break down one day. Technically, that's not possible. I don't know what happened. And my radio stopped too, at the same moment. I'm staying at my post because I feel it reassures people. They probably tell themselves that if I behave so naturally, then it can't be serious, that the cable car will soon start working again, and that we shall all return to the valley. I don't dare tell them that when the mist suddenly cleared, the day before yesterday or six years ago, I can't remember, there was no longer a valley."
"Yes, there is one person who tried to seize power. He climbed up to that peak, over there, near the cross. He tried to summon us. We listened to him for a while, but he wasn't making any very clear suggestions. Everybody went back again into the cable car tunnels. I don't know what's become of him. Someone told me that he had fallen on his way down. I don't know whether that's true."
"What I find utterly unreal, is that everybody appears to be adapting to the situation. No one shouts, no one cries out, no one breaks down. I don't understand."
"They say that people die, but I need to be persuaded. Ever since we've been here, I've counted carefully, I've counted and recounted, and as soon as I've finished, I start counting again, and over and over again, and well, I can swear to you that I always end up with the same number: no one dies and no one is born. The woman whom you see over there by the little lake and who is pregnant, she was already pregnant at the very beginning, when we arrived here. I dare not even imagine the age of the baby in her womb."
"Through being here, I've begun to think about climbers. I knew that this type of sport and pointless occupation existed. But now, with all these mountains that I'm obliged to gaze at, I've started to think about them. Inevitably. The climbers. I didn't understand before. I understand even less now. How can these idiots who might be sitting on the terrace of a restaurant, in shorts, drinking beer and calmly scratching their balls, bear to come here, to these desolate regions? It ought to be forbidden. It's an insult to common-sense. If I get out, I think I'll do something. Yes. I'll start a movement. The death penalty for climbers. No mercy for these shits. I now know what I'm talking about."
"It's intolerable. There are few enough shops as it is, but they're closed as well. My bank card is useless."
"Please forgive me, but I no longer speak to anyone except God."
"I've made masses of friends. I spend my time swimming. The water's a bit cold, but it's all right."
"We look rather foolish in our bikers gear, even though we don't have motorbikes anymore, because they're still down below. And we're dressed as we are, holding our helmets. The benefit is that they keep in the warmth. Some people take us for extra-terrestrials. There are even three of them, Russians I believe, who have tried to beat us up, probably so as to rob us. We butted them hard in the face with our helmets. They soon gave in. They beat it. Sometimes, with my wife, we mimic the noise of our bikes' engines, hers is a Kawasaki 900, mine a Triumph Bonneville. With our lips and our tongues. I can do the Kawasaki 900 very well. My wife almost has tears in her eyes when I do that. We hug each other very tight."
"Do you really think they're happy or are they just putting it on?"
"Personally, I'm very glad not to have any news of the outside world. I'm at peace. I'm discovering how pleasant it is not to know anything. I used to be constantly listening to radios, watching the news channels, reading newspapers. How did they help me? Could I do anything about what was going on? No. Is the fact that I know a revolution has taken place in such and such a country, an earthquake in another, that a minister was accused of corruption, a pop singer has taken an overdose, or that it will rain tomorrow, going to change anything or affect my life? No. Here, at least, I've got time. I can think. I wasn't thinking anymore. Ever. I was full of words that journalists trotted out at me. They had crammed my head full. I'm happy now. I've become myself again."
"The question I ask myself when I look at us, is to know whether we have been saved, and if we have, from what, or whether we have been punished, and if so, why. Why us? Why the few hundred that we are?"
"I haven't a single photograph of my husband. He wasn't able to come with me. It's too high up. He suffers from vertigo. I only intended to be away for a few hours. I miss him. His face is vanishing. It's horrible. Horrible. He's vanishing from my mind. It's as though someone was dissolving his features in a pool of water. We've been married for twenty-eight years. We love one another. And I'm incapable of remembering his face exactly. All I can think of are rocks, mountain pastures, ice and wind. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel disgusted with myself."
"My grandparents were deported during the war, and they died in the camps. And now it's my turn. Why? I can't help thinking that fate is hounding my family. I took a cable car because I had read in a brochure that the scenery was exceptional, and now here I am forming part of the scenery myself, trapped inside it, and I'm no more important than a moraine, a stream, a rockslide. I'm part of the landscape. I no longer look at it. I turn my back on it."
"The funniest thing is that my son, who wasn't awake on the morning I wanted to take this trip - my son whom I'd left sleeping in the hired apartment - do you know what his first name is? Noah! Yes. Noah. I'm not making it up."
"It's great. There's no school. We play all the time. No one pays any attention to us anymore. Our parents don't scold us. They never tell us to go to bed. All we do is play. I've got lots of friends. I never knew the mountains were such fun. Normally, I prefer the sea. I don't ever want to leave, I never want to go back down again."
"A man came up to me. He suggested to me that we propagate. He told me there was nothing sexual in his request, that he was doing this for the sake of the species. He told me that I was young and that the shape of my body, of my hips especially, indicated that I would be able to give birth. That it was vital for the human race. I told him that I wasn't at all interested. That I had no desire to find myself pregnant. Bad enough being trapped here, but then to be pregnant as well! He considered me selfish. He went away. I saw him later hovering around three or four other women. It must have worked once, for there was a woman who followed him. They went behind this large stone block covered in lichen, over there, by the pile of snow. They reappeared a little later. The man was buttoning up his trousers. However, the girl never got pregnant. I saw her again on several occasions. Her belly is as flat as a sole. The species will wait."
"I try to be rational. I'm a physics teacher. But however much I try to understand, I struggle. There's no logical reason for any of this. Take Time, for instance. Have you noticed the large clock above the cable car office? If you listen carefully, you'll hear its mechanism very clearly. It's working. And if you look at the minute hand, it's moving too. But the moment you blink, it has gone back to where it was when you first started looking. I do my best to keep my eyelids open as long as possible, but at a certain point I have to close them, it's only human, and then the hand goes back to its original position. It's crazy. And how to explain why we're not dead from hunger, thirst or cold during the time that we've been here. It's incomprehensible. I regret I'm not a teacher of philosophy. Physics is of no use to me, apart from making me despair."
"I had won a trip to Europe. I never thought that it would end like this. I live in Calcutta. I have a small telephone equipment shop. We are a group of fifteen. The others have paid for their journey. They're even more resentful than I am. We wonder whether our embassy has been notified."
"I've always liked making silver image photographs. The thought of it, you understand. It's something different. I came here as part of one of my projects: taking photographs of tourists in various symbolic settings, high up, in grottos, by the seaside, towers or temples. I could not foresee what was going to happen. All of a sudden, my project became something entirely different. I think it's a bit like you with your recordings: I try to establish footprints. What's annoying with a mountainous landscape is that it dominates the whole setting. Whereas that's not what matters to me. It's the human beings. Who they are. Their attempts to go on existing, to alter the place, to organise it, to penetrate it, to furnish it. I try to only take people. But the landscape is there. It's everywhere. Even the mist can't manage to escape it. I hope that whoever finds my reels of film will be able to develop them. I'm reminded of filling amphoras with palm oil, you know, like those found by some archaeologists thousands of years later, at the bottom of the sea. Their contents were intact. They were able to make lots of discoveries about a vanished society, just by analysing the oil. So, why not with photographs."
"Perhaps I'll manage to find a husband here? It would be such a lovely setting for a wedding, these high mountains, this sky that's always blue, and the little cloud above the peak to the west that never moves. It's my romantic side. I'm still allowed to dream, am I not? I'm only forty-six years old. They often tell me that I'm still desirable, that I'd make a good wife. What do you think?"
"I remain convinced that beneath these huge tarpaulins there are a number of corpses. Otherwise, why cover the surface of this glacier with all these plastic sheets? And those that disappear - for there are some that disappear, let no one say they don't - they lie underneath them. But no one wants to listen to what I say."
"I've found no one to play chess with. No one. I made a set, with pebbles, that I'd patiently sculpted. I suggested a game to those around me. Most of them shrugged their shoulders. There was one who agreed to play. We started a game. He didn't even know how the pieces moved. I pointed this out to him. This liar had claimed to be a university champion. He told me that he had agreed to play so as to be less lonely. That he knew nothing about chess. As if I had nothing else to do. I'm not the social services or the Samaritans. I'm a chess player."
"To begin with, I didn't dare mix with them, and now I find I can't do without them. I find them comforting. I love crowds. So, walking in groups as we do, meeting people, jostling them, brushing up against people, sometimes colliding with them, is such a pleasure. Pretending that there are lots of us. We manage to forget where we are, among these horrible snowy slopes, this emptiness everywhere, these frozen backgrounds, this awful smell of mountain pastures. If I close my eyes, it sometimes seems to me that I can once more smell the delicious aroma of exhaust pipes and the din of traffic jams. The roar of a megalopolis. That affects me."
"In the beginning, I suggested that we talk about it, because, even so, although we may all have become used to it by now, the situation was completely new and extraordinary all the same! We used to meet by the large mass of scree, over there. It didn't last long. After ten meetings, there were no more than four of us. We decided to stop. Everyone coped. People prefer to pretend in any case. It's convenient. Facing facts is intolerable to most of us. I'm convinced that there are still some who think they have just arrived five minutes ago!"
"I'll never relinquish my return ticket. Never. I'd sooner die. Can you imagine, once everything starts to operate again, all these idiots who have got rid of theirs, what are they going to do? Yet I've seen so many people throwing them in the dustbin! As if it was too heavy for them! A small rectangle of paper, marked 'Return', now that's really going too far! A few ounces at the very most! They won't look so clever when everything starts working again and the machine turns them away."
"Leave me alone, please, you're spoiling my view, I mean my life!"
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Hey guys! thanks for all the very kind comments, i'm sorry i haven't updated, i've been moving and then i was in oslo. Here are some new doodles!
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Four regional banks have secured B-class underwriting licenses for debts issued by non-financial companies on the inter-bank market, the National Business Daily reported Wednesday, citing an announcement from the National Association of Financial Market Institutional Investors. Bank of Jiangsu, Bank of Tianjin, Huishang Bank and Beijing Rural Commercial Bank have been allowed to conduct the business in the regions of their incorporation, the paper said. Within one year after securing the licenses, the lenders should be able to jointly underwrite debts with major underwriters with A-class licenses, the report said.
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Show Me Yours is a twist on the list post where we give you a few books we like and ask you to recommend a Read Alike. We created it a few years ago and decided it was time to bring it back.
Today's post was inspired by a Twitter thread from author Kristen Callihan, who was rereading the Roaring Twenties series and looking for similar books. I was trying to think of other historical fantasy or romance set in the 20th century and couldn't come up with much either. Here are the ones I know about:
The Roaring Twenties series by Jenn Bennett
The books that inspired the topic are some of our all-time fave PNRs. Set in Prohibition-era San Francisco, each book follows a different member of the Magnussen family of bootleggers. Check out our RTFB post.
The Roaring trilogy by Colleen Gleason
Also mentioned in that Twitter thread was another Prohibition-era trilogy. It's a spin-off of Gleason's Gardella Vampire Hunter series, which I haven't read but I know some reviewers who loved it. I put these books on my TBR as soon as I saw the blurbs.
The Last Magician by Lisa Maxwell
The main character in The Last Magician is a thief specializing in magical artifacts. She travels back to 1902 New York to steal a book and save magic. Book two in the series comes out in October.
These two are on my TBR list. Have you read them?
Iron Cast by Destiny Soria
Set in 1919 Boston, Iron Cast features two best friends who perform a magical stage act at a club owned by a gangster.
Odd & True by Cat Winters
Growing up, True's sister Odd told her stories of magic and monsters. In 1909, Odd arrives at her door with a suitcase full of weapons and says the monsters are coming.


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Preparations start for South-eastern European Health Ministers' Forum
National political coordinators of the South-eastern Europe Health Network (SEEHN) and experts from international organizations will come together in Sofia, Bulgaria in June to finalize the regional reports for the "Third Health Ministers' Forum: Health in All Policies in south-eastern Europe: a shared goal and responsibility", 13–14 October 2011, Banja Luka, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
The Bulgarian Presidency of SEEHN (January-June 2011) is organizing the 25th meeting of the network in Sofia on 16-18 June 2011 along with the 3rd preparatory meeting for the SEE ministers' forum.
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4. Prevention and control of noncommunicable diseases in the SEE
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Day 6 – January 3rd, 2013
Ghana is considered a beacon of democracy for West Africa. But when the December 2012 Ghanaian presidential elections went to court based on allegations of fraud, Ghana's Ivorian population began to panic.
Supporters of the National Patriotic Party (NPP) candidate Nana Akufo-Addo are claiming National Democratic Congress (NDC) incumbent John Mahama, who will be sworn into office Jan. 7, had not garnered a majority among Ghanaian voters. The electoral dispute spoke to the people from Côte D'Ivoire of another defining moment in recent history, a conflict that would displace and claim the lives of many citizens of the world's leading cocoa producing nation.
Rather than see Ghana experience turmoil similar to the elections aftermath in Côte D'Ivoire, many of the refugees living in Ghana's United Nations refugee camp decided to risk returning to their homeland, even though their friends and family remaining had warned them mass killings of young men, students and members of the Bété clan (former President Gbagbo's group) were still rampant. A refugee we spoke to claimed that hundreds left the camp last month, but a UNHCR representative told us that in the entire history of the camp, they had officially discharged only two refugees.
In 2011, Côte D'Ivoire was divided in two over a disputed election; the northern rebels recognized Alassane Outtara as the president while the south recognized Laurent Gbagbo — whose 2011 platform included a project to bring chocolate factories onto Côte D'Ivoire's soil. Gbagbo had served 10 years in office, the maximum allowed under the nation's constitution, but because the country had been in conflict during the last election cycle, he had never been elected to his second term. Gbagbo decided to run again with mass support from Côte D'Ivoire's student population. Meanwhile, according to the refugees, Outtara, whose economic plan would maintain the country's relationship with and dependence on France, had come to Côte D'Ivoire from Burkina Faso to aid a development programme and quickly fixed his eyes on the presidency. Quite vehemently, the refugees accused Outtara of finagling his way onto the ballot despite his country of origin. When Outtara, who had garnered support from France and the UN, was declared the winner, thousands of Côte D'Ivoire citizens screamed fraud. Young men holding student cards were denounced as militants and killed on the spot, and those lucky enough to make it across the border into Ghana took up lives at UN refugee camps. The Egyeikrom refugee camp was the site of our trip's visit for the day.
The camp houses about 1,600 refugees according to the UNHCR. Some sleep in tents on site, while others have found homes elsewhere in Ghana but return to the camp for monthly rations of rice, soy and other mixtures of grain. Upon arriving at the camp, we learned from the UN representative that refugees can come and go as they please and are encouraged to find work outside the camp or establish businesses — such as a hair salon, a clothes shop, or a restaurant — on site.
Just as we were about to start a tour of the camp, Adolphe, the director of the camp's unofficial secondary school decided to help show us around. Adolphe explained that the UN recognized the primary school, but his school received no aid, and therefore the students could not afford the examinations needed to advance their careers. He added that the school could not attract enough teachers, and language barriers meant most refugees would need to travel to Togo to take assessments in their native French. Adolphe said he would welcome help and oversight from the UN or the government to provide better opportunities for his students, who essentially attend school for personal enrichment alone.
We stopped at the camp's health center and almost walked in on one of the nurses as she was about to inject a patient. We spoke instead to a child healthcare worker, who explained the camp's largest health problem is malaria. The facility has two nurses, one doctor and 12 volunteers, plus an ambulance to transport patients to a hospital if necessary.
After the initial interviews and before we began construction work at Isaac's housing site, our hosts took us on a tour through the camp's communities to give us a sense of the culture and lifestyle. Many of the houses' bricks were crumbling, and tents became so hot that most refugees preferred to stay outside during the day. As we walked around, children ran up to slap us high five or ask us to take their picture. They giggled as we showed them their image on the display screen. Becky brought along a bright blue Polaroid, so she could print images for the refugees to keep.
A highlight of our journey through the camp was when we stopped at the local bakery, where several apprentices who had allegedly learned from a master baker were kneading round pieces of dough for French style baguettes. We ordered five loaves and enjoyed hot bread fresh out of the oven.
We then headed to another tent for some entertainment. A group of about 15 men performed a few songs on drums while we sat sweating in a large tent that had cans of soda hanging from a string and a well-stocked pantry on a single shelf. The chanting and drumming was enthusiastic and impressive, and eager to share their music, the group begged us to listen to one more song. It was great to see the community come together through music, friendship and tradition despite the dire circumstances.
We ate a picnic lunch of Waakye (rice and beans with cassava) at Isaac's construction site and enjoyed Fausti's fantastic spaghetti with tomato sauce, dry cole slaw and various other delectables. We even had leftover food to share with some of the refugees, although we had to replenish our water as we went to work under the hot sun.
Our first task was to paint over a cement trim around a house Isaac was working on. We mixed the paint and applied it to the wall. Meanwhile, Yaa and Becky dug some holes in a plot, and we filled them with water to lay a moist foundation for the next structure. We then shoveled piles of soil to mix cement and removed organic debris. As we worked, Isaac explained he is able to keep the costs of his houses low by taking on young volunteers willing to fund part of the project, which aims to build 1200 houses over the next two years. Isaac's business model shifts the burden of payment off the refugees' shoulders as much as possible. Isaac is a regular Robin Hood: only instead of stealing from the more fortunate, he offers a life-enriching experience.
After mixing the soil, clay and mud with shovels — arduous work! (ipod speakers + Paul's dance party playlist a necessity) — came the fun part. We formed an assembly line and operated a hydraform, a machine that transformed the mix into brick-shaped blocks, then passed the wet bricks down the line and stacked them. Often bricks would start to crumble, and we would send them back to be dissolved and reformed. Our group played a Ghanaian hand game in between passings, which the refugees seemed to get a kick out of. A small crowd gathered to watch us and admire Isaac's workmanship and design.
Throughout the day, we talked with refugees about their lives back in Côte D'Ivoire and their hopes for the future. Something that struck me was how religious most of the refugees had become. Many of the tents bore graffiti signs to Jesus, and most of the refugees mentioned religion at one point or used phrases such as "only by the grace of G-d."
"Since three years I'm waiting for G-d," one refugee said. "I wake up and look at the sky and say 'Where are you?'"
Gye Nyame – "Except G-d". Gye Nyame is an adinkra symbol that means that "except Nyame (G-d)" nothing else can make or break us. G-d outlasts everything. Adinkra symbols are Akan traditional symbols that tell specific proverbs and messages.
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by Brendan Reid
VANCOUVER – Max Cavalera is surely one of the busiest dudes in metal. With Soulfly, Cavalera Conspiracy, Sepultura nostalgia tours, and now the return of Nailbomb on his plate all at once, you'd think he'd be a stressed out mess. But instead, Cavalera embodies the opposite. You'll never meet a guy more relaxed and enthused about his various projects.
This sense of enjoyment is something Cavalera has always possessed. It proved to be an essential boon in the creation of Nailbomb, a side project started by himself and Fudge Tunnel's Alex Newport in 1994. The two began their relationship by trading riffs, then decided to create their own group. Eventually, Alex brought in a sampler and created drum loops, and the two started recording.
"It was kind of a joke at first," says Cavalera with a laugh. "It was pure fun. No compromise. Then one day [my wife and manager] Gloria walked into the room and said 'This sounds amazing, I'm gonna get you guys a record deal!' I thought she was joking. She called Roadrunner the next morning and we got the money for a real studio."
Thus, Point Blank was born, an album that responded to the industrial trends of Nine Inch Nails and Ministry that were popular at the time. Though its subject matter and sound were serious business, Cavalera never let this get to his head. "We never took the fun out of it. It never had the pressure to be a huge record. We never cared for that," he admits. "It was underground as fuck and angry as hell. A big fuck you to everything we don't like. Political, anti-war, anti-religion. By the end we had a monster album, a really cult kind of record."
The ideas that Point Blank totes are still staggeringly poignant. Problems caused by war, religious fanaticism, and willful ignorance still appear in our headlines. Cavalera is all too aware of this.
"[The song] 'While You Sleep I Destroy Your World' is about the Charles Manson cult, but could really be translated as a Trump cult," offers Cavalera. "Everything within that record is relevant right now, probably even more than before."
Despite the dense subject matter that Cavalera sings about, he has a sure-fire strategy to remain grounded. Everything the songwriter does in his career is a family affair. From the early days of Sepultura, Cavalera played with his brother Igor, and now his wife Gloria does management duties. His sons Zyon and Igor Jr. also join him on stage for Soulfly and Nailbomb. It's a rare and exciting phenomenon.
"You never really know what's going to happen when your kids are first born," he says. "You dream that maybe one day you'll get to play with them. It became reality, and it kicks ass, man. I'm the biggest, proud dad on stage raging with my kids!"
The love that Cavalera exudes contrasts the rage-filled sentiments of his music and is perhaps a response to it. In times of trouble and uncertainty, often the best strategy is to embrace those close to us, and remind ourselves of what's truly important in life. Heavy metal is a positive outlet for frustration, rage, and all walks of emotion. Once you have cleansed yourself in the pits or on the stage, all that remains is elation. Few embody this ideal better than the Cavalera clan.
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Bonne Maman Preserves add delectable twists to sweet snacks & desserts
It's easy to add deliciously surprising twists to dessert recipes with Bonne Maman preserves! Whether making warm or cold treats, there's a good chance your favorite fruit preserves flavor can easily be added to the recipe.
Take cupcakes, for example. Try adding a dash of all-natural fruit goodness by indenting the cupcake centers and adding a teaspoon of Bonne Maman preserves as a filling just before baking. Preserves also can be used as fillings on cookies.
Glazes are another way to use Bonne Maman flavors in desserts. Any flavor of preserves – though strawberry and raspberry are particularly excellent, especially with chocolate flavored treats – can be made into a lovely sweet glaze. Try heating chocolate, butter, milk, vanilla extract and raspberry jam into a thin glaze. It's a perfect topping for brownies, doughnuts, cookies or pound cakes.
Of course, simply using Bonne Maman Preserves as a standalone frosting is also a delicious option. Try Bonne Maman Apricot Preserves as a topping on plain white cakes. Other flavors of preserves, like raspberry and strawberry, can be used too. They are flavorful and sweet enough to replace traditional frosting – and add a healthier, fruity flavor!


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Perspectives in Supramolecular Chemistry will relate recent developments and new exciting approaches in supramolecular chemistry. In supramolecular chemistry, our aim is to understand the molecular chemistry beyond the covalent bond the series will concentrate on goal-orientated supramolecular chemistry. Perspectives in Supramolecular Chemistry will reflect research which develops supramolecular structures with specific new properties, such as recognition, transport and simulation of biosystems or new materials. The series will cover all areas from theoretical and modelling aspects through organic and inorganic chemistry and biochemistry to materials, solid-state and polymer sciences, reflecting the many and varied applications of supramolecular structures in modern chemistry. The Lock and Key Principle The State of the Art 100 Years on Edited by Jean-Paul Behr Published 100 years after Emil Fischer first proposed the lock-and-key principle, this volume provides a complete review of the subject to date and offers suggestions for further research.The major impact of the lock-and-key principle on the chemical, biomedical and materials sciences is discussed by leaders in the field, with chapters dedicated to molecular recognition, nucleic acid and protein chemistry, crystallography and the development of Emil Fischer's initial ideas. The Lock-and-Key Principle is the most up-to-date review of progress in supramolecular chemistry and the lock-and-key principle, and will become the essential guide to the past, present and future of this remarkable idea. The interdisciplinary nature of this topic is highlighted in The Lock-and-Key Principle ensuring that this volume is essential reading for chemists, molecular biologists, biochemists and materials scientists working in the areas of molecular recognition, enzymology, immunology, protein and nucleic acid chemistry, crystallography, bioinorganic and bioorganic chemistry and supramolecular chemistry.
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text: Over the last two days I have seen people cheering the end of the Ozzie Guillen era in Chicago. For some reason I am not so happy. I guess it is due to the fact that I remember how much excitement he brought to the South Side. He managed the Sox to their first World Series title since 1917 in just his second year as the manager of the Sox. He also was never boring as the manager of the team. I guess he is hoping that he can bring the good times to the Marlins. Continue reading


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You'll never know.
You'll never know.
obviously me.
pjedri tu
pjedri tam
Well, no, but you come in close second
Would it be me
No, not you either. You come in, like, 4th.
By an \y chance does this person's name start with an "N." Or at least nickname.
I love how everyone is now scurrying about wondering who it is as if they wanted Inceptus' affection xD
How long does it take you guys to figure out I won't tell you, really?
It's not Nailo if that's what your wondering.
It's me.
Absolutely not.
It is slightly creepy how you all want to know who Cept likes. Hint: it's RP
(Hey Cept, IDK you liked RP)
Im also one of those people who has a ''special'' list of favourites of people from this server as well x3 Its not a defined list though, im not that weird to have written it down or anything, also because people in the middle can change positions often, but people at the top and bottom of it are usualy stagnant.
It would be a great comfort to me if i were not the one on top of Incepts' list however xD Im not touching that ass.
Oh lol, where am I on your list Ara? xP
Awww hydroid, i didnt know you cared <3 Though lets not number people by whom we get along most well with, everyone should know aprox where their place is with everyone on their own.
It's not RP that hugs my butt.
I disagree. I get along with a lot of people better than some people on this server… Though, to be fair, most are equal and there are very few people I don't get along with.


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I've been waiting to program this one for weeks! As Glen and Amy are having their baby this week ( we hope), I thought it would be a good time to have a workout named Glen. 🙂
Quick warm and go! This is a long one. I would say if you're fairly new to Crossfit do half!
Former U.S. Navy SEAL Glen Doherty, 42, of Winchester, Massachusetts, assigned to a State Department security detail in Benghazi, Libya, died in an attack on a U.S. consulate on September 11, 2012. He is survived by his parents, Ben and Barbara, sister Katie, and brother Greg.
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Last year, my first year as a travel writer, I discovered that South Africa is an extraordinarily beautiful country. I traveled for the very first time to places like Cape Town, Free State, Mpumalanga, Eastern Cape and was blown away by the natural beauty found at each and every one of these destinations.
This year, my aim is to discover the rest of this beautiful continent we call home. Places like Malawi, Mozambique and, the focus of this piece, Madagascar.
Madagascar is one the most exotic destinations anywhere in the world. Known for its colourful chameleons, lemurs and giant baobab trees, this island country (the fourth bigest island in the world) just off the coast of East Africa is a place I'd love to discover.
Here's a crazy (and weird) fact: Madagascar is home to half the world's chameleon population.
The main picture here shows The Avenue or Alley of the Baobabs, which is found in western Madagascar. These lining of the massive and commanding baobab tree is one of the most important landmarks in Madagascar.
Because of how isolated the island is, a diverse plant and animal population has evolved here over time, making Madagascar a biodiversity hotspot with
"over 90% of its wildlife found nowhere else on Earth".
The beaches are beautiful, the wildlife is as unique as it get and it's an economical travel destination. I'd love me a holiday in Madagascar!


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Abandoned but Not Forgotten, A Conversation With Dr Bob Petterson
A little boy, abandoned by his mother, shifted from one abuse-filled foster home to another, bullied not only by kids but by some of his foster parents, beaten and sexually assaulted by numerous people tasked with being his protectors. How does this little boy find a way to grow into a man who trusts God and offers help and hope to others through his story?
Bob Petterson opens up about the terrifying loneliness of abandonment, the pain of abuse and the memories of hateful abuse at the hands of foster parents. Is there any hope for such a child? Bob says there is and lives out that hope every day.
This story is for anyone who has experienced childhood abandonment, abuse, hatred, and separation from siblings. Yet it is for anyone who longs to know that in this messy, broken world, there really is hope of redemption and purpose for those shattered by the abuse of others.


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Part of my new venture into homemaking (and loving it!) has been making all my own cleansers. You only need a couple of ingredients (basically vinegar, baking soda and castile soap), an empty spray bottle and the right kind of cloth for the job and you're done. It's so easy and cheap. And NON-TOXIC. You won't cough or choke using these products, I promise. And if you don't like the vinegar smell (it's grown on me), then just wait a few seconds - it dissipates really quickly. Or you can use essential oils to make it suit you. Vinegar is a natural and safe disinfectant, so I pretty much use it on everything. I really have no idea why so many cleaning products are on the market. They are mostly all toxic, pollute the planet (with the toxins and the crazy amounts of packaging) and don't work any better than the homemade stuff. So basically, store-bought cleaning products are just a way for big, non-conscientious companies to make you consume more than you need and get you to open your wallet.
No thanks.
Try these instead:
All-purpose Cleaner (counters, tables, tubs, toilets, walls, etc): 3 parts water 1 part vinegar 5ish drops of favorite essential oil (optional) Combine in a spray bottle and shake before using.
Windows/Mirrors: 3 C vinegar 1 C water 5ish drops of favorite essential oil (optional) Combine in a spray bottle and shake before using. Wipe with microfiber.
Scrub (toilets, showers, stovetops, pots and pans): Sprinkle baking soda in toilet/shower. Scrub with brush. Follow with a splash of vinegar. Flush/Rinse.
Liquid Dish Soap: Pure Castile Soap (like Dr. Bronner's). I like the Baby Mild so I can add essential oils if I want. Buy the big one and refill a pretty bottle. (For those of you who have Kroger nearby, I found it there in the organic section for 11.99 instead of 16.99. Score!) Water (I find watered down dish soap works just as well and makes it last a loooong time.)
Laundry Soap: 1 C baking soda 1 C washing soda (in laundry aisle at grocery) 1 C borax (in laundry aisle at grocery) 1 bar Dr. Bronners soap (I like Peppermint. It smells good, and it's a dollar cheaper than the rest. I get it at Kroger or Whole Foods for 3.49.) Directions: Cut up bar of soap into small chunks on a cutting board and pop it into a food processor until fine. Or you can grate the bar with a hand-grater, but this takes a while. Mix all ingredients together in wide mouth container. Use 2 TB per load.
Laundry Fabric Softener: 1/2 C vinegar Just add it as you would fabric softener.
Static in the Laundry: Throw a few tennis balls into the dryer while the clothes dry instead of using those smelly sheets.
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Best cloths (to eliminate paper towels): For basic cleaning, wiping up counters, etc: Cut up t-shirts (I cut them into large 10" squares) For dusting, windows, mirrors: Microfiber For scrubbing: A nubby washcloth, a natural sponge or a bristled brush
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Basic notes: It's easier to clean the shower when you're in it, so I sprinkle baking soda around before I get in and keep a bristled brush in the stall to do a quick scrub before I wash. It only takes a couple of seconds.
If you clean often instead of waiting until things look dirty, it's faster and easier.
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I hope this helps you in case you're on the fence about trying some safer homemade products. It really is ridiculously easy and will save you loads of money. And more recipes like this are all over the internet. Start with Pinterest if you want pretty pictures to go with it. :) Or you can just douse your house in vinegar and call it a day. It'll work.


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|Third Period: Itona Horibe's Time
|Episode 25
|Episode Information
|Horibe Itona no jikan
|Manga Chapters
|Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
|Episode Guide
|Previous Episode
|Episode 24
|Next Episode
|Episode 26
|Air Date
|January 21, 2016
|February 24, 2016 (Broadcast Dub)
|Theme Music
|Kaketa Tsuki
Itona Horibe's Time is the twenty-fifth episode of the Assassination Classroom anime and the third episode of Season 2. The episode premiered in Japan on January 21, 2016.
Shiro and Itona attack Korosensei for the third time. However Itona's failure to kill his target results in his guardian to abandon the boy to die from his tentacles.
Itona starts striking from above at Korosensei who is trapped within the bedsheets planned by Shiro. The latter reveals to have been inspired from the students' assassination attempt during their summer vacation. The group of students witnessing the event accuse Shiro of playing dirty. Despite being trapped Korosensei counters Shiro's plan. He accumulates enough energy to blast his cage away instead of causing a huge explosion. Furthermore, Itona's attack patterns have remained largely the same from their previous encounters, and Korosensei effortlessly defeats him despite the increasing complexity of Shiro's strategies. Korosensei once more requests that Itona be allowed to join Class E. However Itona crumples in pain, no doubt caused by his tentacles. Shiro sees that Itona's constant losses are causing the tentacles to gnaw away on the boy's brain despite his desire for power as well as the high cost of constantly maintaining Itona's tentacles. To that, Shiro cruelly leaves Itona without any care or worry for him. The pain accumulating within Itona rises, and the boy leaves Korosensei and the group of students in another direction.
Unable to control the pain, Itona starts rampaging around the town. News of the rampage reaches Class E. Fuwa however notices that only cell phone shops are attacked. Karma analyses Shiro's personality, how he uses his subordinates as pawns to be sacrificed and suggests leaving Itona alone. However Korosensei tells the group that he made a vow not to let any of his students go. Back with Itona he flashes back to one of his memories which he sees as a lie. He is found however by Korosensei and the group, trying to convince the boy into joining Class E. All of a sudden smoke surrounds the area, with the target realising it is a spray designed to weaken him. Itona is then kidnapped by Shiro and his men, revealing that abandoning the boy was all part of his plan before driving away.
Korosensei chases after them but is soon ambushed by Shiro's men. Itona remembers how he first met Shiro on the streets after being abandoned by his father, his desire to win, and now that the target he tried to kill is trying to protect him. At that moment, the whole class arrive to help Korosensei save Itona. Rinka Hayami coldly iterates that they are only upset with Shiro due to him using the class as his pawns. The distraction allows Korosensei to remove the net covering Itona and Shiro's men defeated. The teacher tells Shiro to retreat as every plan he deivsd had been foiled by the students. He complies, knowing that his strategies need re-evaluating, and that Itona will die in no more than two days.
The class discuss how to remove the tentacles which would not come off if Itona still desires winning and power. Fuwa figures out that Itona's father ran a small factory that supplied smartphone parts around the world. The business closed down two years prior due to rising debt and Itona's parents vanished leaving their son behind. Hence his rampage against cell phone shops and his desire to win. Terasaka and his group decide to take responsibility for Itona's well-being. Itona meanwhile dreams how the business failed due to the staff being headhunted by various competitors leading to its eventual demise. Waking up he finds himself wearing a bandanna fashioned from the net earlier, surrounded by Terasaka's group. They try various ways to rid Itona's lust for victory, from eating Muramatsu's ramen (which the boy reveals himself to be quite a critique), riding Yoshida's motorcycle (where a tight turn leads to Itona flying off to a shrub) and Hazama suggesting that he read The Count of Monte Cristo. However Itona's pain returns forcing him to become violent. Terasaka confronts him, stating despite failing to kill Korosensei everyday, he will continue to do so until he is killed. Furthermore, Muramatsu and Yoshida's talents will one day improve their respective fathers' businesses. His words get through to Itona, allowing Korosensei to safely remove the tentacles.
The next day Itona finally joins Class E, vowing to continue the assassination of Korosensei despite the loss in power but now with the help of new friends. He joins Terasaka's group but tells Muramatsu that he will not vomit when eating his ramen.
- Karma Akabane
- Yuzuki Fuwa
- Ryōma Terasaka
- Nagisa Shiota
- Kaede Kayano
- Shiro
- Korosensei
- Itona Horibe
- Hiroto Maehara
- Kōtarō Takebayashi
- Kōki Mimura
- Tomohito Sugino
- Taisei Yoshida
- Takuya Muramatsu
- Hinata Okano
- Rinka Hayami
- Taiga Okajima
- Megu Kataoka
- Sumire Hara
- Masayoshi Kimura
- Ryūnosuke Chiba
- Rio Nakamura
- Manami Okuda
- Sōsuke Sugaya
- Yūma Isogai
- Kirara Hazama
- Ritsu
- Hinano Kurahashi
- Yukiko Kanzaki


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One of our most dramatic days of shooting happened in Acadia National Park on blesser-known strip of the northern coast, between Eastern Bay and Frenchman Bay. We set up a traditional beachside clambake among the rock formations known as the Ovens, which are accessible only at low tide and mostly only by kayak. There is no public parking in this corner of the park, but we were guests of Andrew Taylor, whose family has a house here and who, with partners Arlin Smith and Mike Wiley, owns two of Maine's most acclaimed restaurants, Eventide Oyster and Hugo's both in Portland.
The Ovens are geological marvels, caves carved out of weaker rock exposed to eroding tides. Four our clambake we assembled lobster, potatoes, clams, salt pork, a few eggs (tradition has them acting as a sort of timer for the lobster meat), and Red Snapper hot dogs (a Maine delicacy), building a fire on the beach and cooking the food, layered in seaweed and burlap, on a large steel tray Andrew had fabricated for just this purpose. Time was of the essence, as the tide was heading in while the lobsters were cooking. The rocky ground would soon be underwater, and all we could do was wait. Having spent their adult lives in the compressed heat of restaurant kitchen, Andrew, Arlin and Mike aren't inclined to break a sweat—but as the water inched up towards the glowing coals and the seaweed steamed under its burlap cover, they began to fidget. Finally, Andrew called it. They pulled the heavy tray off the fire and carried it over some rocks to higher ground. As they returned to finish up cleaning, a wave washed over the still-hot coals, sending a 12-foot plume of steam into the midday air.
Ravenous, we picked at the food with our bare hands, dipping lobster meat into a rich brown butter sauce that Eventide team makes by cooking powdered milk with unsalted butter until it takes on a walnut hue. This butter is the base of Eventide's signature lobster roll, a departure from Maine tradition served on a Chinese-style steamed bun. We've adapted their recipe to serve on regular hot dog buns, but that addictive butter is well worth a try.


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If you have upholstered chairs in your kitchen, then this article will definitely hit the spot. I know that upholstered chairs look amazing in the kitchen and in the dining room. However, they need to be cleaned quite often. There are constant accidents of spilling drinks or dropping food which …Read More »
Best Ways To Clean Outdoor Cushions
The summer has arrived and it is the perfect time to spend outdoors. Especially when you have a beautiful patio, relaxing on the cushions is the best time of the day. However, because we are fully aware that outdoor cushions can get dirty really quick, they need to be cleaned …Read More »
The Best DIY Cleaner To Remove Salt Stains Out Of Leather Shoes
During winter, the leather shoes are facing a major problem. If you are living in an area where it snows quite regularly, then you must know about the hazards of having salt all over the snow. However, you must clean these salt stains immediately so they don't damage the leather …Read More »
Easy Ways To Remove Rust Stains From Cutlery
Whenever you have guests, you need the good cutlery to go with the delicious dinner you just made. However, sometimes, you might notice there are some rust stains on them. That happens all the time, especially if you haven't used them in a while. Hence, it can be quite a …Read More »
How To Remove Water Ring Marks From Wooden Table
If you happen to don't find coasters or maybe your kids are not using them, then you definitely face the problem of water rings. And these are more visible on the wooden table so it is hard to ignore them. Moreover, after a while, they will be harder and harder …Read More »
How To Descale Your Coffee Maker With Citric Acid
In some areas, the hard water makes havoc on the electrical machines, especially the coffee machine and the kettle. Due to its high mineral content, it can cause a bad odor to the machines and it is not pleasant since we drink coffee or tea out of them. Not to …Read More »
Cheap Methods To Clean 5 Types Of Flooring
The market is getting more and more full of different commercial cleaning products. I find them to be quite an overwhelming purchase because they have a lot of chemicals I don't want in my house. Especially when I am cleaning the floors. Therefore, I always look for natural alternatives because …Read More »
8 Most Effective Cleaning Hacks Using Toothpaste
Did you know that you can use toothpaste for purposes other than for cleaning teeth? It can be used in several places in your house for a very good cleaning. Bear with me, you don't have to buy the expensive stuff, any regular and cheap toothpaste will do the trick. …Read More »
How To Keep Your Mattress In Top Condition
A mattress could get very expensive, especially if you choose one that fits your needs. That is why you need to maintain it in top condition. However, it gets dirty for various reasons. You might have kids that spill something on it, or maybe pee accidents happen if you have …Read More »
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After a long and hot shower, you will notice that there might be forming mold on your bathroom ceiling. Not to mention, the bottom of your shower curtains are also a cause for concern. Or maybe your patio furniture is getting moldy spots after a heavy rain. Your carpets are …Read More »


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Bret Turner is without a doubt one of the best DJ's in Dubai - and you can hire him! Whether it's for a birthday party, a corporate function, a product launch, or just a boat party for the hell of it, Bret is your man if you like music from the following:
Mainstream House, Tech & Deep House, R'n'B & Hip Hop, Nu Disco & Classic House, Downtempo & Chillout
Bret Turner
From Bournemouth, England
Based in Dubai, UAE.
Mainstream House
Tech / Deep House - for fans of Carl Cox, Elrow
R'n'B / Hip Hop
Nu Disco / Indy House / Standards - for fans of Glitterbox, Simon Dunmore
Downtempo / Chillout - for fans of Gramatik, Nikki Beach
Bret's gigs have been as varied over the years as the many corners of the globe he finds himself. Whether it's playing floor filling EDM at Linekers in Marbella, Tech House, R'n'B or Nu Disco until sunrise in Thailand, or cool poolside beats for Nikki Beach, there's always one common thread - a love of the power of music to entertain, thrill and bring people together in one common experience.
Now firmly established in Dubai, Bret was resident DJ at Mr Miyagi's in Dubai for 2018, bringing the curtain down with a storming New Years Eve set. Other residences have included Cu-Ba at Jumeirah Creekside, Gaucho's in DIFC with their Ladies Night and regular Thursday disco & funk nights at Uptown above the Jumeirah Beach Hotel. He's also a popular choice for private events, especially boat parties where he can play open format and even incorporate Spotify playlists.
Guest DJ Appearances
Dubai, UAE
Cu-Ba, Jumeirah Creekside
Koh Samui / Phangan / Tao, Thailand
Bar Solo
Cha Cha Moon
Ark Bar
KC Beach Club
Castle Club
Gecko Bar
Sound Club
Bar Ice
Hendrix Bar
Puerto Banus, Marbella, Spain
Aqwa Mist
Nikki Beach
Club Residencies
Dubai, UAE
Mr Miyagi's, Media One
Gaucho's, DIFC
Uptown Bar, Jumeirah Beach
Puerto Banus, Marbella, Spain
Koh Samui, Koh Tao, Thailand
Nikki Beach
Maya Beach Club
The Fishbowl
Bar Next 2
Son of Beach
Secret Garden
The Escape Yacht
Bar Lotus
Festivals / Private Events
Koh Samui / Phangan
Full Moon Party
New Years Eve, Nikki Beach
Dream Beach Club, Phuket
Soul II Soul
Grand Opening
White Party
New Years Eve


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Colvin takes HIV/AIDS sabbatical
Holly Colvin, England's youngest ever debutant, is using her sabbatical from international cricket to use her sport to spread awareness about AIDS in Africa.
Colvin took temporary leave from the game late last year as a means of building a career off the field for herself. That has resulted in work for the Lord's Taverners and Cricket Without Boundaries, an AIDS awareness charity that is using cricket to spread its message.
Colvin first went on a project with the charity to Kenya in 2012, but has recently been made their head of recruitment. She has since visited Uganda and is preparing to lead a trip to Rwanda later this year - and is on the lookout for volunteers.
"I have been lucky enough to travel the world playing cricket and it is amazing to be able to use the game to make a real difference to people's lives," she said.
"Coaching in Africa is completely different to anything I had done back here. To have to adapt my plans at short notice to deal with changes in space, numbers and equipment has definitely made me a more confident, innovative and flexible coach.
"The children over there so enthusiastic and to be coaching cricket in the middle of Africa, in a sea of smiling faces is simply one of the best experiences I have ever had."
CWB is an almost exclusively volunteer-run charity. In 2015 it will fund projects to five African countries: Botswana, Cameroon, Kenya, Rwanda and Uganda. Trips are typically two weeks long and include coaching in schools, training local teachers and running cricket festivals.
Groups consist of six to 10 CWB volunteers supported by local coaches from the National Cricket Association. They are a led by a project leader and ECB tutor and training is given to the whole group at a training weekend before departure.
Previous volunteers range from those with experience in several countries such as Colvin to those with no real cricket background at all, like Rebecca Lockyear. "Initially I was concerned about my lack of cricket experience but it is more about interacting with the children, getting them excited about cricket and getting the HIV/AIDS messages across than it is about traditional coaching."
In 2011 there were an estimated 23.5 million people living with HIV in Sub-Saharan Africa - a staggering 69% of the global AIDS burden. The picture is improving but directly and indirectly, HIV is destroying lives - often causing discrimination and dividing communities.
For more information visit - www.bit.ly/CWBvolunteers2015. Applications close 15 July
Jarrod Kimber was 50% of the Two Chucks, and is the mind responsible for cricketwithballs.com