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Dal Vangelo secondo LucaLc 6,20-26In quel tempo, Gesù, alzàti gli occhi verso i suoi discepoli, diceva:«Beati voi, poveri,perché vostro è il regno di Dio.Beati voi, che ora avete fame,perché sarete saziati.Beati voi, che ora piangete,perché riderete.Beati voi, quando gli uomini vi odieranno e quando vi metteranno al bando e vi insulteranno e disprezzeranno il vostro nome come infame, a causa del Figlio dell'uomo. Rallegratevi in quel giorno ed esultate perché, ecco, la vostra ricompensa è grande nel cielo. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i profeti.Ma guai a voi, ricchi,perché avete già ricevuto la vostra consolazione.Guai a voi, che ora siete sazi,perché avrete fame.Guai a voi, che ora ridete,perché sarete nel dolore e piangerete.Guai, quando tutti gli uomini diranno bene di voi. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i falsi profeti».

In quel tempo, Gesù, alzàti gli occhi verso i suoi discepoli, diceva: «Beati voi, poveri, perché vostro è il regno di Dio. Beati voi, che ora avete fame, perché sarete saziati. Beati voi, che ora piangete, perché riderete. Beati voi, quando gli uomini vi odieranno e quando vi metteranno al bando e vi insulteranno e disprezzeranno il vostro nome come infame, a causa del Figlio dell'uomo. Rallegratevi in quel giorno ed esultate perché, ecco, la vostra ricompensa è grande nel cielo. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i profeti. Ma guai a voi, ricchi, perché avete già ricevuto la vostra consolazione. Guai a voi, che ora siete sazi, perché avrete fame. Guai a voi, che ora ridete, perché sarete nel dolore e piangerete. Guai, quando tutti gli uomini diranno bene di voi. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i falsi profeti».

Émission du 09/09/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Jean-Baptiste de Pascal, DG d'Inter Invest et Bertrand Merveille, DG de BDL capital management. 60 % de l'épargne des Français dort …Dans des livrets, du cash ou des fonds en euros. Autrement dit : dans des placements « sûrs » mais non productifs.Pendant ce temps, la création de valeur (et donc d'emplois, d'innovation, de croissance) se fait… dans les entreprises.Alors pourquoi notre épargne n'y va pas assez ?Par manque de pédagogie ? Par peur du risque ? Par habitude ?Dans cet épisode, on parle de comment réorienter son épargne vers les entreprises.Vos questions en live : Etienne : "Mon fils Oscar est né cet été, qu'est-ce que je peux faire pour investir pour lui entre ses 0 et 18 ans ?"Thomas : "J'épargne depuis la naissance de mon fils qui a 8 ans, que faire pour investir pour lui dès maintenant ?" Et les questions CASH.

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- Premi il tasto PLAY per ascoltare la catechesi del giorno e condividi con altri se vuoi -+ Dal Vangelo secondo Luca +In quel tempo, Gesù, alzàti gli occhi verso i suoi discepoli, diceva:«Beati voi, poveri,perché vostro è il regno di Dio.Beati voi, che ora avete fame,perché sarete saziati.Beati voi, che ora piangete,perché riderete.Beati voi, quando gli uomini vi odieranno e quando vi metteranno al bando e vi insulteranno e disprezzeranno il vostro nome come infame, a causa del Figlio dell'uomo. Rallegratevi in quel giorno ed esultate perché, ecco, la vostra ricompensa è grande nel cielo. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i profeti.Ma guai a voi, ricchi,perché avete già ricevuto la vostra consolazione.Guai a voi, che ora siete sazi,perché avrete fame.Guai a voi, che ora ridete,perché sarete nel dolore e piangerete.Guai, quando tutti gli uomini diranno bene di voi. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i falsi profeti».Parola del Signore.

In quel tempo, Gesù, alzàti gli occhi verso i suoi discepoli, diceva: «Beati voi, poveri, perché vostro è il regno di Dio. Beati voi, che ora avete fame, perché sarete saziati. Beati voi, che ora piangete, perché riderete. Beati voi, quando gli uomini vi odieranno e quando vi metteranno al bando e vi insulteranno e disprezzeranno il vostro nome come infame, a causa del Figlio dell'uomo. Rallegratevi in quel giorno ed esultate perché, ecco, la vostra ricompensa è grande nel cielo. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i profeti. Ma guai a voi, ricchi, perché avete già ricevuto la vostra consolazione. Guai a voi, che ora siete sazi, perché avrete fame. Guai a voi, che ora ridete, perché sarete nel dolore e piangerete. Guai, quando tutti gli uomini diranno bene di voi. Allo stesso modo infatti agivano i loro padri con i falsi profeti».

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durée : 00:49:08 - Allo Malherbe - Allo Malherbe est revenu sur le nul concédé à la maison face à Dijon (0-0) et anticipe le prochain déplacement à Sochaux ce vendredi avec notre confrère d'Ici Belfort-Montbéliard Hervé Blanchard. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Sabalenka riesce a vincere il suo primo Slam da numero uno, e lo fa nella finale femminile più bella dell'anno. Allacciatevi le scarpe e scendete in campo. Prima, però, fate un giro da Decathlon. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Émission du 02/09/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Edmée Chandon-Moet, Présidente d'Imani & You FO du groupe Cyrus Herez et Souleymane-Jean Galadima, Directeur général et co-fondateur du Multi Family Office augmenté Sapians.Ils y a ceux qui sont "riches" et qui veulent le rester, et ceux qui veulent simplement devenir "riches". Edmée et Souleymane-Jean partagent leur expérience pour mettre toutes les chances de votre côté, quels que soient vos objectifs.Vos questions en live :- J'ai la trentaine, je suis en CDI, par quoi commencer pour bien investir ?- D'une manière générale, comment faire grandir fortement son capital ?- Comment utiliser l'IA pour mieux gérer mon patrimoine ?- Et les deux questions CASH.

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durée : 00:50:21 - Allo Malherbe - Pour la première de la saison, Allo Malherbe a tiré un premier bilan du début de championnat du SM Caen en National. Votre émission consacrée aux Rouge et Bleu a également abordé la fin du Mercato et donné la parole au coach de Dijon, Baptiste Ridira, le prochain adversaire du SMC. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Fin dalla sua fondazione, Israele aveva dovuto affrontare una serie di attacchi e di conflitti veri e propri solo per garantire la propria sopravvivenza; la Guerra dei Sei Giorni sarà lo scontro decisivo, che influirà in forma sostanziale sul futuro di Israele e di tutta la regione. Allo scontro armato, che inizialmente nessuno voleva, si arriverà quasi insensibilmente per una serie di malintesi e veri e propri errori di calcolo, partendo da informazioni allarmistiche, rivelatesi poi false, del Cremlino circa un imminente attacco israeliano alla Siria (14 maggio 1967). Le modifiche territoriali conseguenza di questa guerra sono ancora presenti nella geografia politica della regione ed ostacolano in misura determinante ogni possibilità di accordo.

Napoli e Roma a punteggio pieno grazie ai guizzi di Anguissa e Soulé, Orsolini rialza il Bologna contro il Como e l'Atalanta di Juric ancora non vince. Analizziamo il sabato di Serie A a Potrero con Simone Indovino e Luca Tumminello. Potrero, dove tutto ha inizio. Un podcast sul calcio italiano e internazionale.Su Como TV (https://tv.comofootball.com) nel 2025 potete seguire in diretta e gratuitamente le partite della Saudi Pro League, Saudi King's Cup, Supercoppa d'Arabia, Copa Libertadores, Copa Sudamericana, Recopa, Liga Profesional Argentina, Trofeo de Campeones argentino, Eredivisie, Coppa di Francia, Scottish Premiership, Coppa di Scozia, Scottish League Cup, Scottish Championship, Coppa di Portogallo, Supercoppa di Portogallo, HNL croata e tutti i contenuti di calcio italiano e internazionale on demand.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/potrero--5761582/support.

Yoko Yamada racconta la sua comicità nata dall'incontro tra culture diverse. Dai premi ricevuti ai nuovi spettacoli, fino alla partecipazione a eventi inclusivi come LesBeach 2025 a Cagliari. Yoko Yamada rappresentava una delle voci più sorprendenti della stand up comedy italiana. Nata a Brescia nel 1993 da madre italiana e padre giapponese, ha iniziato il suo percorso nel 2017 e in pochi anni ha conquistato pubblico e critica. Nel 2023 riceveva il premio al Festival della Satira di Forte dei Marmi, un riconoscimento che confermava la sua crescita artistica. La sua comicità nasceva inizialmente dall'incontro tra due mondi culturali molto diversi, con storie familiari che diventavano materia comica. Negli ultimi anni però Yoko stava virando verso una comicità più introspettiva, capace di scavare nei temi personali e universali con leggerezza e profondità. Nei suoi primi spettacoli, come Pizza sul gelato, Yoko affrontava argomenti complessi come la malattia, il coming out e le crisi esistenziali, riuscendo sempre a trasformarli in un'occasione di risata condivisa. Il coraggio di raccontarsi sul palco veniva bilanciato da un'ironia naturale, che le permetteva di affrontare paure e fragilità senza perdere la leggerezza. Per Yoko, far ridere significava ridimensionare le ansie quotidiane, trasformando ogni esperienza in un'occasione di riflessione collettiva. Premi, tour e nuovi progetti per una carriera in crescita Il 2024 segnava un'altra tappa importante: la finale di Italia's Got Talent su Disney+, che la portava sotto i riflettori nazionali. L'artista non nascondeva l'emozione e l'insicurezza tipica della sindrome dell'impostore, ma l'affetto del pubblico le dava conferma del suo talento. L'anno vedeva anche un successo di pubblico con oltre cinquanta date del suo show Mary Poppins e i doni della morte, spettacolo in cui giocava con il contrasto tra leggerezza e oscurità, tra fantasia e paura. Il futuro di Yoko si arricchiva di nuove sfide. Dal 28 novembre 2025 partirà il suo tour Stellina Shintillina, atteso in diverse città italiane, con uno sguardo ancora più profondo sull'introspezione personale. Allo stesso tempo, la comica manifestava il desiderio di avvicinarsi al mondo della recitazione, sia teatrale che cinematografica, per esplorare anche ruoli drammatici. Una scelta che dimostrava la volontà di ampliare il proprio linguaggio espressivo oltre la comicità. Partecipazione a LesBeach 2025 e comicità come inclusione In questi giorni Yoko Yamada è protagonista anche di LesBeach 2025, evento che si svolge a Cagliari dal 28 al 31 agosto negli spazi del Fico d'India. La sua partecipazione porta in scena non solo comicità, ma anche riflessioni sui temi dell'inclusione e dell'identità. Lo spettacolo previsto il 30 agosto alle 23:15 promette di lasciare il pubblico con più domande che risposte, perché per Yoko l'ironia è anche uno strumento per stimolare pensiero critico e confronto. Il percorso di Yoko Yamada si inserisce così nel panorama della comicità femminile italiana come un esempio di originalità e coraggio, capace di unire intimità, satira e leggerezza. Un'artista che non teme di raccontarsi e di trasformare il palcoscenico in uno spazio di condivisione autentica.

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Il festival dal 1 al 6 settembre affronta immigrazione, carcere e ambiente, dando spazio a giovani autori sardi e proponendo laboratori creativi per adolescenti e studenti del territorio. Intervista a Carlo Manca. Dal 1 al 6 settembre, Decimomannu ospita la prima edizione dell'Officina Film Festival, la rassegna ideata e organizzata da Oficina Progetti. A presentarla è Carlo Manca, direttore organizzativo, che sottolinea l'importanza di un festival capace di unire la forza narrativa del cinema sociale con l'urgenza di riflettere sui problemi contemporanei. Il cuore della rassegna è un intreccio di serate tematiche che toccano argomenti cruciali: immigrazione, carcere, ambiente e le produzioni della sezione Visioni Sarde, dedicate agli autori isolani. Un calendario che non si limita alla proiezione di opere indipendenti, ma che vuole diventare spazio di confronto e dialogo con il pubblico, coinvolgendo soprattutto le nuove generazioni. Visioni Sarde e un cinema che illumina le zone d'ombra Tra i momenti più attesi della rassegna emerge Visioni Sarde, una selezione di lavori che raccontano la Sardegna attraverso lo sguardo dei giovani registi. La sezione valorizza il talento di chi, pur restando ai margini dei grandi circuiti, riesce a costruire narrazioni originali e di qualità, capaci di coniugare memoria, territorio e innovazione. Allo stesso tempo, l'attenzione al tema del carcere mette in luce storie invisibili che meritano ascolto. Come spiega Carlo Manca, il cinema diventa uno strumento per denunciare le condizioni difficili degli istituti penitenziari e dare spazio a progetti creativi che coinvolgono direttamente i detenuti. Tra questi spiccano laboratori cinematografici che affrontano la ludopatia e altre fragilità sociali, trasformando la visione in occasione di crescita collettiva. Laboratori per adolescenti e il segno di Greca La rassegna non si limita alle proiezioni: i laboratori di cinema rappresentano una parte fondamentale del festival. Disegno, sceneggiatura e riprese diventano strumenti per permettere agli adolescenti di scoprire il linguaggio audiovisivo e partecipare alla realizzazione di un cortometraggio. Un esempio è il progetto “Il segno di Greca”, che unisce storia, tradizione e creatività locale. I ragazzi, guidati da professionisti come Mauro Aragoni, vivono l'esperienza di trasformare la memoria di Santa Greca in narrazione cinematografica, passando dal fumetto alle riprese sul set. L'obiettivo è farli diventare protagonisti di un percorso culturale che valorizza il territorio e al tempo stesso stimola la loro espressività.

NIENTE BAMBINI IN SPIAGGIA: scoppia la bufera allo stabilimento balneareUna famiglia respinta in riviera per la presenza di un figlio piccolo. Dietro la decisione, una filosofia ben precisa. Ma il sindaco non ci sta. Ecco cosa è successo...#milanoMarittima #bambiniinspiaggia #divietobambini #polemicaestate #vacanzefamiglia

Émission du 26/08/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Marc Favard, Directeur Général de Promepar AM et Frédéric Rozier, Gérant de portefeuille chez Mirabaud Group. C'est la rentrée. Agitée. Possible suppression de deux jours fériés, 44 Md€ d'économies pour réduire le déficit, vote de confiance prévu le 8 septembre …Mais au milieu de tout ça, de nombreuses opportunités sont à saisir. Quelles sont les opportunités à saisir en cas de paix en Ukraine ? Va-t-on vers un scénario à la grecque en France ? Comment s'en prémunir ? Je veux trouver des pépites en bourse pour la rentrée, dans quoi investir ?Et les questions cash. Les références citées dans cet épisode : Thalès AlstomArcelormittalNestleWolters CloverRELXTencentAli BabaNvidiaChatGPT (et l'épisode 277 de La Martingale "Chat GPT vs CGP") BloombergRigetti ComputingLectraAir LiquideVeoliaMSCI World

Allo stabilimento Stellantis di Termoli è stato raggiunto un accordo tra organizzazioni sindacali e direzione, per aprire un nuovo contratto di solidarietà che durerà un anno intero e che riguarda tutti gli oltre 1.800 dipendenti del polo. Si tratta di uno strumento difensivo, premettono i sindacati, che però si dicono molto preoccupati per il futuro dello stabilimento. Ne parliamo con Filomena Greco de Il Sole 24 ORE.Auto: gli italiani si stanno spostando verso l'elettrico?Nel mese di luglio sono state immatricolate circa 119mila autovetture, in calo del -5% rispetto allo stesso mese del 2024. Nei primi sette mesi dell'anno le immatricolazioni sono state 973.796, in calo del -3,7% rispetto all anno precedente. Lo evidenzia un focus dell'Anfia - Associazione Nazionale Filiera Industriale Automobilistica - sull'andamento del mercato dell'auto, diffuso oggi, che rileva però una tendenza in aumento per le auto elettriche. Facciamo il punto con Roberto Vavassori, Presidente ANFIA.Green Deal, nell'intesa sui dazi l'Europa dà l'assist alle aziende USAL'Europa ha iniziato un po' alla volta ad alleggerire il macigno del Green Deal sulle sue aziende. Queste ultime però ora rischiano di giocare un po' meno alle pari con le imprese statunitensi che operano nel nostro continente, per effetto degli impegni condivisi dalle amministrazioni di Bruxelles e Washington nella dichiarazione congiunta sui dazi. Ci spiega il perché il collega Carmine Fotina de Il Sole 24 ORE.Superdebito, Francia nel caos. Rischio voto anticipatoLa Francia potrebbe ritrovarsi ad affrontare un nuovo voto anticipato dopo che i partiti di opposizione hanno dichiarato che voteranno per estromettere il Primo Ministro François Bayrou e mentre i mercati francesi crollano. Ieri Bayrou ha chiesto un voto di fiducia l'8 settembre sul suo piano di riduzione del debito. Proprio il tema del sovraindebitamento tiene infatti in scacco il Paese. Ricostruiamo la situazione con Danilo Ceccarelli, collaboratore di Radio 24 da Parigi.

Mauro Tonino"Belve in fuga"Le vie di salvezza dei nazistiArkadia Editorewww.arkadiaeditore.itFughe rocambolesche, connivenze insospettabili, segreti mai rivelati. La vicenda che ha visto come protagonisti gerarchi e scagnozzi del Terzo Reich, all'indomani della sconfitta subita alla fine della Seconda guerra mondiale, con la conseguente fuga dalla Germania occupata, ha per certi versi tratti grotteschi e quasi paradossali. In questo saggio divulgativo, basato sulle ultime e più recenti ricerche storiche, Mauro Tonino indaga sul fenomeno generale che ha portato molti esponenti di primo livello, e ancor più numerosi gregari del regime, ad approntarsi un dorato esilio, complici istituzioni, governi, uomini di potere che a vario titolo hanno permesso che questo accadesse. Soffermandosi su diversi casi in particolare l'autore descrive in modo efficace e ricco di risvolti un capitolo della storia recente in buona parte ancora da studiare e approfondire.La storia non procede mai in linea retta, spesso segue percorsi tortuosi. La storiografia, il più delle volte, dipinge i fatti e i personaggi a tinte forti, con colori netti, ma invece è tra le sfumature che si possono comprendere la portata degli avvenimenti e le reali intenzioni dei protagonisti.Dopo i primi fulminei, quanto effimeri, successi tedeschi, lo scenario bellico della Seconda guerra mondiale si delineava a favore degli Alleati e avverso alla Germania di Hitler. Agli inizi del 1944 la situazione sul campo appariva oramai compromessa per i tedeschi, e man mano che passavano i mesi già si tratteggiava l'esito finale, anche se in quei momenti non era ancora chiaro come e quando.Solo chi credeva ancora nella mitica arma segreta in grado di ribaltare le sorti del conflitto confidava nella sopravvivenza del III Reich, ma qualche nazista, più realista e conscio dell'imminente crollo del regime, cominciava a pensare a quello che nel lessico comune odierno è chiamato il “Piano b”, ovvero una via di fuga.L'epilogo del conflitto comportò conseguentemente la caduta del III Reich. Era poi prevedibile che, a vittoria conclamata, i vincitori sostituissero la classe dirigente tedesca precedentemente compromessa con il regime nazista, e così fu, Berlino divisa in quattro e la Germania in due, Est e Ovest.Allo stesso tempo appariva probabile che, russi e Alleati, alla fine delle ostilità, intendessero presentare il conto alla nomenclatura nazista per le efferate azioni compiute, infatti fu istituito già alla fine del '45 il Processo di Norimberga che portò alla condanna, spesso a morte, di molti esponenti nazisti di spicco.A Norimberga furono processati tutti i principali responsabili delle condotte criminali naziste?La risposta è no, vuoi per il gran numero di personalità che a vari livelli concorsero alla tragica epopea hitleriana, anche se in effetti buona parte dei personaggi di spicco nazisti ancora in vita furono condotti alla sbarra, ma non tutti, molti criminali riuscirono a dileguarsi, sfuggendo, almeno in quel momento, alla giusta condanna.La grande storiografia tende a minimizzare il fenomeno della fuga dei criminali nazisti, ma non furono pochi quelli che riuscirono a scappare, e tra essi spiccavano figure che, per gli atti compiuti, non erano state certamente di secondo piano, anzi.È proprio su questo argomento che la storia si tinge di colori sfumati, di punti poco noti, di percorsi sotterranei, di vie di fuga impensabili, di fatti per certi aspetti ancora oscuri che, per la scabrosità, ma soprattutto per l'ambiguità dei soggetti coinvolti, rischiano di perdersi nell'oblio della storia stessa.Mauro Tonino, è stato sindacalista di livello regionale e nazionale, animatore e presidente di circoli culturali. Come appassionato ricercatore ha curato, per un'emittente televisiva del Nord-est, un lungo ciclo di approfondimenti storici sulle vicende del confine orientale (1943-1945). Ha pubblicato i romanzi Legami di Sangue (2010), Rossa terra (2013), Il segreto di Bertrand de Saint Geniès (2021), Notturno con Mussolini. Dialoghi politicamente scorretti sul Ventennio e l'Italia del nuovo millennio (2022), Ritorno a Cuccana (2022) e la raccolta di racconti su satira e rapporto con il potere Il presidente va sulla Luna (2011). Sul versante della saggistica è autore di Italiani dimenticati. Viaggio nei drammi del Confine Orientale (2021), Nazismo esoterico. Il lato oscuro del III Reich. Dal Santo Graal all'Ultima Thule (2023) e Stragi nascoste. Tra occultamenti, Ragion di Stato e interessi internazionali (2024). È coautore de Il prezzo del lavoro (2014), Il sistema periferico. L'Unione Europea tra sprechi, imposizioni e omologazione (2019) e di Storie Spezzate. L'Italia al tempo del Coronavirus (2020). È presente con vari racconti in diverse antologie di premi letterari.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

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Il Messaggio di Oggi: “ALLO STESSO MODO LO SPIRITO CI VIENE IN AIUTO” • Romani 8: 26 • Giovanni 16 :13 • Salmo 62 :5 • Isaia 55 :9 • Efesini 2 :8 • Atti 1 :8 • 1 Giovanni 4 :4 • Ebrei 9: 14 • Salmo 62: 1-2 • Salmo 62 :6-7 • Romani 8: 27 • Atti 16 :6 ( 7-10) • Romani 8: 28 • Giacomo 1: 2 (3-5) • Romani 8: 38 • Giovanni 15: 16 • Romani 8: 30-31 • Matteo 28: 19-20 • Matteo 24: 14 --Guarda Canale 245 | Tivùsat 454 | Sky 854Scopri di più su www.paroledivita.org/linkinbio

In this week's episode we'll learn about how by combining PET response with circulating tumor DNA, or  ctDNA, in newly treated patients with follicular lymphoma, investigators identify those patients likely to progress within 24 months of initial treatment, also known as POD24. After that: Immune hotspots in aplastic anemia. These newly identified hotspots potentially represent sites in the bone marrow where the active immune response takes place, driving the destruction of hematopoietic stem and progenitor cells. Finally, allogeneic transplantation for Hodgkin lymphoma in the checkpoint inhibitor era. In a large, retrospective study, patients with prior checkpoint inhibitor exposure had remarkable outcomes, particularly when post-transplant cyclophosphamide was used.Featured Articles: Combined PET and ctDNA response as predictors of POD24 for follicular lymphoma after first-line induction treatmentImaging Mass Cytometry Reveals the Order of Events in the Pathogenesis of Immune-Mediated Aplastic AnemiaOutcomes of Allogeneic HCT in Hodgkin Lymphoma in the Era of Checkpoint Inhibitors: A Joint CIBMTR and EBMT Analysis

Émission du 19/08/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Benjamin Sacchet, Directeur Associé chez Avant-Garde Family Office, et Baptiste Bisquert M&A Director chez Impulse Corporate Finance.Cet été, on rêve grand… mais surtout, on s'inspire des stratégies des plus grosses fortunes de la planète. Avec mes deux invités, on plonge dans les placements ultra-exclusifs – des hedge funds aux tickets d'entrée à 1 milliard d'euros – et dans les coulisses du capital-investissement. Anecdotes folles, conseils concrets et idées d'investissements accessibles pour booster votre patrimoine. Et en fin d'épisode, nos invités vous dévoilent chacun leur “meilleur investissement du moment”.

In questa puntata rifletto sulle parole forti. Sul loro ruolo e su come utilizzarle nelle comunicazioni commerciali. Prendo in prestito un "vaffanculo", ma solo perché rende bene l'idea.   Approfondisco la storia del bollino "Parental Advisory" nato negli Stati Uniti in seguito a un piccolo incidente domestico con la figlia di Tipper Gore (allora moglie del vice presidente Al Gore). Anche quella situazione è utile per comprendere la difficoltà che abbiamo nel relazionarci con parole e concetti ritenuti "inappropriati".Quel bollino, nato come censura, si trasformò presto in una sorta di trofeo per gli artisti generando l'effetto contrario.Allo stesso modo, nella nostra quotidianità termini un tempo vietati sono oggi socialmente accettati. Queste parole, pur rappresentando eccessi e sfoghi, sono un buon modo per far uscire allo scoperto emozioni e valori profondi.Per capirci, quando in una comunicazione - email o testi commerciali - dobbiamo rappresentare reazioni forti, usare espressioni edulcorate sarebbe controproducente.E questo riguarda in modo diretto professionisti e micro imprese che a differenza delle grandi aziende, traggono vantaggio da una comunicazione onesta e diretta.Senza il problema di mostrare temperamento e convinzioni forti. Essere credibili non è un'idea astratta, richiede autenticità, e parole scomode possono aiutare quando utilizzate in modo appropriato.*** *** ***Scarica il corso gratuito sul Content Marketing: https://www.ascoltobeltrami.com/corsoVisita https://www.ascoltobeltrami.com/La voce di Alessio Beltrami viene utilizzata per gentile concessione della Fondazione Alessio Beltrami

Émission du 12/08/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Olivier Sénéchal, Fondateur d'OSL Conseil, et Jonathan Dhiver, fondateur de MeilleureSCPI.com.Le programme du jour : démystifier la succession et la donation. Testaments, assurance-vie, démembrement, pacte Dutreil… on passe en revue les outils et les stratégies qui permettent de protéger ses proches et optimiser sa transmission. Conseils concrets, astuces fiscales et anecdotes marquantes : de quoi anticiper sereinement, que vous soyez futur donateur… ou futur héritier.

Émission du 05/08/ 2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Agathe Bubbe, en charge de la structuration de l'offre et de la distribution auprès de la clientèle privée chez Eurazeo, et Virginie Bourel, responsable du bureau de Paris chez Partners Group. Le Private Equity, longtemps réservé aux pros, devient enfin accessible aux particuliers. Mais est-ce vraiment mieux que la Bourse en 2025 ? Rendements, risques, timing, stratégies d'accès… On fait le point avec deux expertes de terrain : Agathe Bubbe (Eurazeo) et Virginie Bourel (Partners Group). Un épisode pour comprendre où en est le marché, comment investir selon votre profil et pourquoi cette classe d'actifs fait tant parler d'elle aujourd'hui.Les chapitres : 00:00 Présentation de nos invités / introduction 02:50 Qu'est-ce que le private equity ? 05:28 Ce qu'il s'est passé ces 10 dernières années. 13:25 Qui sont les investisseurs en private equity ? 15:40 Comment investir en private equity ? 23:23 Différence entre bourse et private equity. 30:16 Comment valoriser une société en private equity ? 41:15 Private equity : état du marché mi 2025. 56:10 Private equity : quels sont les tickets d'entrée ? 01:04:40 Faut-il investir maintenant ? 01:09:06 Les QUESTIONS CASHS !

®In ogni epoca umana ci sono mestieri che nascono e mestieri che muoiono. La trasformazione del tessuto sociale porta inevitabilmente con sé una continua trasformazione del tessuto economico. Oggi ci sembrerebbe strano avere a che fare con una fiammiferaia come quella della favola, ad esempio. O con un acquaiolo: colui che vendeva acqua da bere agli angoli delle strade. Allo stesso modo una persona del 19mo secolo non avrebbe saputo che pesci pigliare, se si fosse trovata davanti a un informatico, o a un tiktoker. Ma c'è una piccola categoria di mestieri, spesso antichi, che sebbene non rivestano più un'importanza economica, hanno resistito al cambiamento dei tempi. Sono quei mestieri che ci riconnettono con le nostre radici. Spesso mestieri artigiani, o contadini, che raccontano una storia; una sapienza nascosta tra le rughe delle mani. Mestieri che vengono riscoperti, che perdono il loro carattere di necessità per diventare hobby, passioni, se non addirittura forme di meditazione. Uno di questi è il cestaio, che negli ultimi anni sta vivendo un aumento di popolarità grazie anche ai tanti corsi che si tengono in ogni forma, per poterne imparare le basi. Il protagonista del nostro Laser di oggi ha imparato così. Marco Pagani lo ha incontrato.Prima emissione: 28 maggio 2025

Pensi che l'italiano sia sempre quello che senti nei film o al telegiornale? In realtà, ogni angolo d'Italia parla con una propria musica: accenti, suoni e modi di dire che cambiano di città in città. Scoprire queste differenze è come aprire una finestra su mille Italie diverse: un viaggio fatto di parole, sorrisi e storie che rendono la nostra lingua ancora più affascinante. In questo articolo, stai per fare questo viaggio! Gli Accenti Italiani e le loro Differenze: Guida per Chi Impara la Lingua L'Accento Milanese: Efficienza e Velocità del Nord L'accento milanese rappresenta perfettamente lo spirito pragmatico della capitale economica italiana. Caratterizzato da un ritmo veloce e incalzante, riflette il carattere operoso di una città dove "il tempo è denaro". Gli studenti stranieri noteranno immediatamente la differenza rispetto agli accenti del Sud Italia. Caratteristiche principali dell'accento milanese: Vocali chiuse e centralizzate: Una delle peculiarità più evidenti è la tendenza a "schiacciare" le vocali verso il centro. La **E** diventa più chiusa (è), quindi "bene" suona come "bène". Allo stesso modo, la **O** si trasforma in "ò", per cui "come" diventa "còme". Questo fenomeno crea un suono più compatto e meno espansivo rispetto alle varietà meridionali. Ritmo staccato e veloce: I milanesi parlano con una cadenza rapida, dividendo chiaramente ogni sillaba. Non troverete le lunghe modulazioni tipiche del Sud, ma piuttosto un discorso efficiente e diretto. Le frasi procedono senza indugi, proprio come chi ha sempre fretta di arrivare al punto. Intonazione uniforme: L'accento milanese è caratterizzato da variazioni tonali minime. A differenza dell'accento napoletano che "canta", quello milanese mantiene un tono più piatto e controllato, riflettendo l'influenza dell'Europa settentrionale e la tradizione lombarda. L'Accento Torinese: Eleganza Sabauda e Influenze Francesi L'accento torinese, reso celebre da personalità come Luciana Littizzetto, rappresenta l'eleganza nordica italiana. Più morbido rispetto al milanese, mantiene però le caratteristiche settentrionali arricchite dall'influenza della vicinanza con la Francia. È l'accento della casa Savoia, dell'industria automobilistica e di una borghesia raffinata. Caratteristiche distintive dell'accento piemontese: Vocali "schiacciate" e nasalizzate: Il fenomeno più caratteristico è la trasformazione delle vocali. La **E** diventa spesso **I** ("bene" → "bini", "viene" → "vini"), mentre la **O** si trasforma in **U** ("come" → "cumi", "dove" → "duvi"). Questo crea un effetto "strizzato", come se si parlasse con la bocca semichiusa. La R moscia: Una delle caratteristiche più riconoscibili è la R uvulare, simile a quella francese. Questa particolarità fonetica deriva dalle influenze transalpine e conferisce all'accento torinese un suono inconfondibile, quasi "aristocratico". Consonanti dolci: A differenza degli accenti del Centro-Sud, le consonanti torinesi sono meno esplosive, più "dolci". La **Z** diventa spesso **S** ("pranzo" → "pranso", "mezzo" → "meso"), mentre la **S** rimane sempre sorda anche dove l'italiano standard prevedrebbe una pronuncia sonora. Prosodia europea: L'intonazione è uniforme, senza le grandi variazioni melodiche tipiche del Sud. Il ritmo è costante, ricorda gli accenti franco-tedeschi per la sua "compostezza". L'Accento Romano: Ironia e Carattere della Capitale Il romanesco è probabilmente l'accento italiano più conosciuto al mondo grazie al cinema e alla televisione. Reso celebre da attori come Max Tortora, Alberto Sordi e Anna Magnani, rappresenta lo spirito ironico e diretto della Città Eterna. È un accento che "graffia", che non passa inosservato, perfetto specchio dell'anima romana. Le sostituzioni consonantiche famose: L → R: Questa è forse la caratteristica più riconoscibile del romanesco. "Bello" diventa "bero", "quello" si trasforma in "quero",

Émission du 29/07/ 2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Eric Lewin, Président de EL Finance et Alain Pitous, Senior advisor ESG Les chapitres : 00:00 Présentation de nos invités / introduction 04:40 Et maintenant ? Droits de douane : accord commercial entre l'Union européenne et les États-Unis. 21:25 Quelle allocation ? 33:30 Choisir les pépites de la bourse 01:07 Les QUESTIONS CASHS !

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 7 Hillbilly Tactics. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   The TV flashed, losing a digital telephone ring, and I grabbed the remote from the table and accepted the call. "Hey, Harrison," said the man on the other end. He was another lab coat, and as best I could tell from the blurry background he was likely in the same facility or even the same room as Doctor Varma had been. This guy looked like he'd stepped right out of a corny television show though; he was blubbery in the way that a guy could be after a couple of decades of slow physical decline, with a burst of thinning silver hair that just needed the black streaks and some smudges on his face to look like he'd been catoonishly blown up. The bit of scraggly, messy scruff on his chin that looked unplanned made me a little self-conscious of my own currently messy beard. Erica had wanted me to grow mine out a bit so she could decide if she liked it longer or shorter, and Ivy didn't care, so I was looking even more like a mountain man than usual. "I'm Doctor McKenna, but you can call me Bill," he continued. "You're on Doc Varma's team?" I asked, putting two and two together. "Yep," he nodded. "I was supposed to do the follow-up interview with you but got caught up with some of the numbers in your case. Charlotte and I have both reviewed the content. Sounds like you had a bit of a wild time, huh? And don't worry, we're all getting pretty used to the graphic nature of our work these days so you didn't offend or embarrass anyone." "Well, that's something at least," I said. "I never thought I'd be having a conversation like that with a doctor. Or anyone." He got a wry grin at this and held up a hand to ease me. "Believe me, Harrison. I've been with the team from the start and we have had more than a few of these sorts of conversations based on the nature of the vaccine. Yours is definitely up there as a novel case of details, but it's only personal for you, not us." I just nodded, not knowing what to say. I hadn't considered how often sex must come up in their day-to-day work if they were specialists. "Now, I have; well, I can't say it's good nor bad news," Doctor Bill said. "Interesting for us, for sure. As I'm sure you're aware, as you have two partners already, the vaccine is supposed to only be transmissible from women to men for the purposes of diluting the effects on men. To be frank, no one here on the team had considered the possibility of transferring and initiating a bonding process from one woman to another through female ejaculate. It doesn't help that most of the science community, those that would even think of it, haven't exactly spent time studying female ejaculate to begin with. So your situation wasn't tested for, but as far as we can tell it still shouldn't have been able to happen." "So what does that mean, doc?" I asked. "It means that you, or one of your current partners, or some combination, integrated with the vaccine and imprinting process in an exceptional way. A variant response is how we're categorizing it at the moment, and to be frank it's not even one of the most surprising ones we've encountered as the testing continues to broaden. As best we can tell from your interview, it's likely that Miss Peters was vaccinated through the oral ingestion of the female ejaculate; all the markers of a normal imprinting process occur when you began actual sex together. "Now, the really interesting part of this on my end is obviously the fact that this happened at all, but following the results of the blood tests from the Testing facility up where you are, and the preliminary tests we've completed on the samples that got flown down to us here, we've found that it isn't likely to be a phenomenon that is worth pursuing. Unfortunately, while Miss Peters is certainly going to be imprinted on you to some degree, it also seems that the efficacy of the vaccine in her system will be well under our current rates. Right now our projection is that she will only have an efficacy rate of about thirty-five to forty per cent, while a woman who has undergone our current best practices has an efficacy of somewhere around the eightieth percentile." I had to rub my forehead and close my eyes for a long moment as I tried to parse everything he was saying. "So what does that mean, Doctor Bill?" I asked. "It means that Miss Peters is now part of your 'Team,' he said. "That's what I've been calling the groups of imprinted people colloquially around here, anyways. But where your other two partners have a high likelihood of staving off the Duo Halo virus, if Miss Peters is exposed she is about half as likely to resist initial infection or gain serious aid in fighting off an infection she catches." "So we've put her at risk by having casual sex with her," I said. "Fuck me, this is exactly the kind of shit that I was worried about when she asked to join in with us." "Yes and no," he said. "To be frank, it's entirely possible that her integration with the vaccine will grow and normalize over time with repeated exposure to you. The staff up there will book some follow-up blood draws to check in on that. One of the many things were are trying to understand about the vaccine is how sex bolsters imprinted partners. Generally, we haven't seen that happen for women, since they can't have more than one imprinted male partner, but the more partners men are in contact with the more efficacy we're seeing." "So you're saying she's stuck with me," I said. "She asked for no-strings-attached, and she got trapped into a sexual relationship." "You could look at it that way," he said. "But,” "But," Doc Varma said, coming into view on his end of the call and hovering over his shoulder. "I would remind you, Mr. Black, that she did choose to initiate a group sexual encounter with you and your partners. And once she is awake from the imprinting process, I would not be surprised if she feels content with the overall situation following any initial panic or shock." I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "You know, when I first heard about this from Erica, I told her it sounded like some sort of brainwashing mind control shit? I couldn't believe she'd gotten the vaccine. But then everything was going so well that I stopped thinking about it. And Ivy was happy, and Erica's brother was partnered and they were both extremely happy. But this,” I sighed heavily and looked at the two scientists on the screen. "This is some fucked up, B-movie supervillain kind of shit. You guys realize that, right? Like, where is James Bond in all of this?" Bill frowned, but Doc Varma smirked just a little. "Yes," she said. "We are aware of how inappropriate many of the factors of the vaccine are, Mr. Black. It is a marvel of modern medicine, but we are still grappling with the necessities that come along with it." Together they ran me through what I needed to expect moving forward. Vanessa was going to be monitored until she woke up, so I would be spending the night where I was at. She'd get a complete physical, and they'd take more blood for testing before she'd be released into my care and we were brought back home. Then, depending on what she wanted, she would either be able to live with Erica, Ivy and I, or she could maintain some distance for the time being and only come to see me for the sexual encounters she would require. We would both receive follow-up check-ins from someone on the Vaccine testing team to draw more blood periodically to check if Vanessa's efficacy was changing, or if mine was. We hit the grocery store next, which ended up only allowing two people inside in a party at once. Dani wanted to look for some specific stuff, and Vanessa hadn't had her own kitchen to cook in for almost two years since she'd been eating cafeteria food on industrial construction sites, so I decided to hang out in the truck while they went in. I sent them with my credit card and reminded them of the staples we needed. They got in line outside the store, and I decided to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon and open the gate of my truck so I could sit outside. I watched Dani and Vanessa from across the parking lot, keeping one eye on them while I could. I could tell they were talking from the small hand motions. Neither of them talked with their hands like Erica or Leo did, but everything seemed friendly between them. "Excuse me?" I turned and realized I'd tunnel-visioned and completely lost track of my surroundings because a woman was standing about ten paces away from me. That wasn't like me at all. She was nervous, wringing her wrists as she stood awkwardly. She was a little scrawny, her clothes hanging off of her, and the eyes above her rough-looking mask were... not sunken, but sort of sad. "I'm sorry to bother you, Harri," she said. "I was just wondering if maybe you could spare a couple bucks? Things aren't really going well right now, and I've got my kids..." Living in Portland, I'd seen my fair share of homeless folks and beggars. Some of them were pushy and agitated, and others entirely shut down from their addictions. This woman didn't look homeless, but she definitely looked down on her luck. And down for enough time that it showed. She wasn't wearing even basic earrings but had the holes in her ears. There was a slightly less tan ring on her finger where I assumed a wedding band used to sit, but it was fading. Every major city in the United States had a homeless population. Some were worse than others, I knew that. The further south along the coast, the warmer it got, and the bigger the population. But out here in the sticks? In Jewell? Sure, we had the occasional drifter moving through. I'd never seen someone begging before. Things were really getting bad. "Uh, yeah, I can," I said, reaching for my wallet in my pocket. "I'm sorry, you know me but I'm not immediately recognizing you. Maybe it's the mask." She took a couple steps forward as I said I could spare her some cash, but looked away as I asked who she was. I kicked myself, realizing that her situation was embarrassing enough as it was. "Maybe you don't remember me," the woman said. "I was a year ahead of you in high school. Mary Duncan?" "Of course I remember you, Mary," I said. "It's just been a long time. You were a cheerleader I think, right? You did all the flips. You were really graceful." "Thanks," she said, and I could tell she was blushing behind her mask. I didn't have too much cash on me compared to what I used to carry for emergencies. I used to be a cash-only guy, at least around town. Knowing what my bank account looked like, I just pulled what I had and slipped down from the gate of my truck and set the bills on it, stepping back. "No offence, I don't think you stink or anything," I tried to joke. Mary's eyes went wide when she saw the bills, and she mumbled something as she stepped forward and I backed off a bit more so she could take them. It was maybe seventy dollars, but as she quickly looked through the bills I saw her get teary, and then she clutched the cash to her chest and collapsed to her knees, crying. I wanted to go and comfort her. Give her a hug. She was clearly overwhelmed and in a bad way, and back when we were in school she'd always been a cute, button-nosed girl with a soft smile and a big laugh. But I couldn't go to her. I couldn't rub her back or pat her shoulder or give her a hug. The best I could do was squat down from several feet away to get closer to her level. "Mary?" I asked. She sniffed hard and rubbed at her eyes. "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," she said. "You don't need to be," I said. "You said you have kids, right? How many?" "Two," she said. "Thomas is six now, and looks like his dad. My little girl Charlie is four. She wanted to go to school like her big brother this fall but..." But the schools were closed, and who knew how long they would be closed for? "And their Dad?" I asked. She sniffed hard again. "He went up to Portland to look for work after we both got laid off at the start of quarantine," she said. "I haven't heard from him since." "Fuck," I breathed out, hopefully not loud enough for her to hear. The guy could have abandoned his family like a shit, or just been overwhelmed and trying to find a way to make it right. Or he could be dead. "Mary, I'm sorry you're going through this. And I'm sorry if this touches another sore spot, but is your phone still active?" She nodded, touching the ragged little purse. I asked her to take it out and I immediately recognized that she'd probably downgraded her phone at a pawn shop, it was a beat-up old model barely above a flip phone. I gave her my number. "Call me the next time you need groceries, Okay?" I said. "Or if there's an emergency. Seriously, Mary." "I applied for food stamps, and welfare, but I haven't heard anything back," she said pitifully, like she was trying to explain her shitty situation. There wasn't any explaining. "The system is probably overloaded," I said softly. "Mary. I'm not pulling your leg. Go get groceries for you and your kids. I'll figure something out for you for next week, Okay?" "Harri, I can't just; I don't want to,” It was fucking stupid, but this woman who I remembered as that sweet girl was broken. I stood up and went to her, and pulled her to her feet and hugged her. She was tiny, and bony, in my arms. She'd probably been feeding her kids everything she could and taking the bare minimum for herself. "Stop," I said quietly as I held her, and she cried a little again. "You're doing what you can in a terrible situation, Mary. I'm doing Okay. Let me help." "Thank you," she whispered into my shirt, then sniffed behind her mask again and stepped away. 'Thank you, Harri." "Text me," I reminded her. "So that I have your number." "I will," she nodded. "I will." She left, headed towards the line outside the store, and I watched her go. Hopefully I wasn't going to pay for that moment of kindness with my life. But what was the point of being vaccinated and wealthy if I couldn't help a hurting woman? I sat back on the gate of my truck and saw the two big paper bags holding the meat I'd just bought. Hundreds of dollars' worth. I could have given her some, along with the cash. One of the chickens and some of the sausages. Kids liked sausage, right? Then I could practically hear my Mom's voice in the back of my mind. She'd been the giver in the family before she died. The volunteer. And she'd always said that you couldn't do your best for others without taking care of your family first. Seventy dollars would carry Mary and her kids for a few days at least. I could set up an account with Mason, connect her with Mrs. Branston for eggs, and cover her bill. I doubted I could do the same at the grocery store, but meat was always the most expensive part of meals anyways. I could drop a couple hundred bucks with her to help cover her other staples every few weeks. I looked down at my sweater, hoping again that I wasn't going to pay for this with sickness and death. What did those docs say? Eighty per cent effective, with more for each partner? I had three partners now, so I had to be like ninety per cent covered, right? The rest of my wait in the parking lot, unfortunately, wasn't peaceful. A guy with some parking lot road rage pounded on his horn at a woman who was loading her car. A half dozen teens skated through on skateboards, whooping and hollering and skirting by too close to people. None of them were wearing masks, and I saw a few of them spitting near people or fake coughing just to get a reaction out of them. I was trying to decide if I should call the emergency line, but they were gone as quickly as they arrived. Teens, rebellious and angry at the world, and most importantly bored and left to their own devices. Thankfully since I'd parked at the back of the lot they didn't really come near me. I did end up calling 911 when the fight broke out though. Two women were yelling at each other as they exited the store, both of them with full carts. I had no idea what they were shouting, but they definitely got the attention of everyone in the parking lot and the line. Then one lady pivoted and smacked her buggy into the other lady, and that one grabbed something out of the other's cart and threw it. "911 Emergency Services. Where is the emergency located?" "Yeah, I'm at the Green Grocer in Jewell," I said. "My name is Harrison Black. I need police services, a fight has broken out between two women in the parking lot and it's gotten physical." I could hear typing on the other end of the line. "I've dispatched a cruiser, sir, but the arrival time is at least twenty minutes. Is anyone's life in danger?" "Other than the pandemic?" I sighed. The women were grappled at this point, both of them trying to throw punches. "Hard to say. Neither of them are backing down and they've got a hold of each other and are swinging." "If you can, try to keep anyone else from getting involved, sir," the operator said. "And remember to keep your distance." "Fuck," I said as one of the ladies connected cleanly with the nose of the other. Blood started streaming down that one's face but it didn't stop her from clawing at the other with a snarl. "It's getting worse. There's blood now. Look, I'm not saying you have the authority to let me do this, but I've got my handgun in the truck and could pop one into the ground to spook them and try and disperse the issue." There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line. "..... I mean, I'm not going to tell you to do that.... But..." "Understood," I said. I gave the operator my number, since I was sure the police were going to want to follow up with me, and then slammed the gate of my truck closed and went to the passenger side. Dani had returned the 1911 to its case thankfully, so I quickly slammed the magazine home and did a quick check to see it had one chambered before walking across the parking lot with the pistol held low and to the side. The women were scrapping on the ground at this point. A crowd had formed, not so close to each other to be shoulder to shoulder, but closer than they should have been. "Hey!" I shouted over the noise in my best military voice, but only the closest few people glanced over at me. One saw my gun and his eyes went wide. I sighed and shook my head, then pointed the muzzle at one of the little end-row barriers that had a sprig of a garden inside the concrete curb and pulled the trigger. The loud popping boom of the discharge quieted everyone real quick, including the fighting ladies as they all looked over at me. "Get the fuck out of here," I shouted. People scattered, including the two fighting ladies as they scrambled to recover their carts. I was pretty sure several items had gone missing from their shopping bags in the ruckus, claimed by other people who felt they needed them more. I just shook my head as I flipped the safety on and tucked the 1911 into the pocket on the front of my sweater. There were still a few people in line at the front of the store, along with an employee monitoring it, so I went over. It turned out to be the same teen as that time I'd been here with Erica and almost gotten in a fight myself. I gave him my name and let him know the police were already on their way. He said it wasn't the first fistfight he'd seen break out this week, let alone in the last month. "Kid," I said. "This job ain't worth your life." He shrugged. "I'm saving for college, and the bonus pay I'm getting as a front-line worker is adding up quickly." "College ain't worth your life either. Just saying." Dani and Vanessa came out of the store a little while later. I'd already returned the 1911 to its case and was sitting on the tailgate of my truck again. I explained to them what happened, both with Mary and with the fight. And I admitted to hugging Mary despite the danger. "I can walk home from here," I said. "We probably shouldn't get into the truck together. I'll need to,” "Harri," Vanessa interrupted me. "Shut up and get in the car. You're not in any danger, right? You're vaccinated. We're both vaccinated." "Yeah, but you are way less covered than the rest of us," I said. "It's not a big deal. It'll take a couple of hours of walking." Vanessa took it into her own hands and practically tackled me. "Oops, too late." "Vanessa!" I said in a panic and looked at Dani for help. "Lady made her decision," Dani shrugged. "We can either live in fear of it, or just do our best." So I ended up driving again, praying that Mary wasn't sick, which would mean I wasn't carrying it. I felt like an idiot all over again for hugging her, for risking everything to comfort her. But then I'd also seen that look on her face and I knew she'd needed it. Our last stop of the trip was Mrs. Branston's, but when I pulled into the front of her long gravel driveway I noticed that she hadn't put the flat of eggs I'd asked for in the usual spot. Frowning, I pulled out my phone and called her, but it went to voicemail immediately. "That's weird," I said. "Mrs. Branston is always home." "You want to go check on her, don't you," Vanessa said, not really a question. "Well, she's seventy and lives alone," I said. "She's not exactly ancient, but she's no spring chicken either." "Alright, let's go see what's up," Dani said. Then turned to Vanessa. "You're staying here though." "What?" Vanessa said. "Why?" "Because you already took one risk today, and I'm starting to like you too much to let you do two in a day," Dani smirked, then pulled up her mask. "Ugh, fine," Vanessa sighed. "Crack the windows for me at least." I did her one better and left the truck running with the AC on. Dani and I walked up the drive. It was long, but nowhere near as long as mine had been. The Branston's had built their house almost forty years ago; Victor Branston had worked at the local lumber mill, and his wife Hailey had started their side business of raising chickens and eggs after they built their single-story ranch house and barn. They'd had a son who had died in a drunk driving accident when I was still a kid, and a daughter who had moved away when I was still in middle school. At the top of the drive I tried calling again, and with no answer, Dani and I went to the front door and I knocked, then stepped back. "Mrs. Branston!" I called loudly. "You home?" Again, no answer. Shaking my head, I frowned beneath my mask and furrowed my brow. Her car was parked in front of the house, so she wasn't out. "Let's check in some windows," Dani suggested. "If she fell and broke her hip or something she might not be able to reach her phone." So that's what we did. It felt rude, peeking in her windows like that, but I let the MP side of me take over. I was looking into her kitchen when Dani gasped and motioned me to the other end of the side of the house. She was holding a gloved hand over her mask. I rushed over and looked in. It was Mrs. Branston's bedroom, and she was lying in the bed completely still. There was a dark stain around her mouth and nose and on the edge of some of the sheets. I recognized the dried blood. It looked like she'd been coughing it up. "Fuck," I sighed, stepping back from the window. Her sallow skin. Her sunken eyes. It was haunting. I called Emergency Services for the second time in less than an hour and reported it. "What do we do now?" Dani asked. "I'd say call her family, but I don't know her daughter's number. I think Mrs. Branston said she moved out east somewhere," I said. "We'll need to leave that to the police. Other than that?" I shrugged and looked around at the property. Hailey Branston had lived here going on forty years. Now there was no one. My eyes settled on the barn. "If nothing else, we should feed the chickens," I said. "No need for them to starve to death." "Good idea," Dani nodded and followed me towards the barn. Now, my worry had been that the chickens might be dead. I really wasn't sure how long it would take for chickens to starve to death, so I was preparing myself for the stink of not only a chicken coop but of dead bodies. What I wasn't prepared for was for the place to be empty. "What the fuck?" "This is weird," Dani said, looking at the rows and rows of empty cages. It was obvious this was a chicken operation. Just the bird poo around was enough to point to that. But there weren't any chickens. "How do fifty chickens just up and vanish?" I asked, wandering deeper into the barn. "It's not just the chickens," Dani said behind me. She was standing at a big bin near the front door with a big 'feed' label on it. She'd lifted the lid. "All their food is gone too except for a bit of mess at the bottom." I just shook my head, frowning as I looked around. Maybe there was some sort of metaphor here about Haily Branston's life, but all I was seeing was a crime scene. "Who the fuck finds out an old woman is dead, and instead of reporting it they steal all her chickens?" "An asshole," Dani said. "Assholes," I corrected. "This would have taken forever if it was just one person. There had to be at least two, probably more." I sighed. "Alright, we need to get out of here. We'll report it to the police when they get here." Dani and I went back down to Vanessa, filling her in on what we'd seen, and then waited. Thirty minutes later I called Emergency Services again on the non-emergency line, asking for an update on when we could expect someone to come out. "I'm sorry sir, but all our services are currently dispatched at the moment with active issues," the operator said. "We've got your report on file, and an ambulance will be dispatched when police are available. We have your name and number on file, we don't need you to stay on location." That was definitely not the norm for someone calling in a dead body, and it made me worried. "Alright," I said. "I just need to add something to the report then. After my previous call we checked in on Mrs. Branston's agricultural livestock. Someone has stolen all her chickens." "I'm... sorry?" the operator said. "Someone stole fifty-odd chickens," I clarified. There was another long moment of quiet from the other end of the line. "Chickens?" "Yeah, chickens," I said. A long sigh. "Alright, I added it to the report. Have a good day, sir." "You,” the operator hung up. "-too." "That sounded like it went great," Vanessa said sarcastically. "Yeah," I said, wondering what the fuck was happening to my home town. "I can't say that it did." Vanessa came jogging down from the office portables when the black sedan came rolling around the bunkhouses. After we'd gotten back from our big run, and Erica had berated me for taking a risk with Mary even while telling me how sweet a man I was, things had settled down. Leo's new partners had slept through the day with their imprinting, but we'd grilled up some extra sausages in case they woke up in the night and were hungry. I'd spent some time late in the afternoon with Ivy, and that night I'd slept with Vanessa on one side of me, and Ivy on the other while Erica spooned up behind her and rested a hand on my chest. We'd all been naked, but nothing overtly sexual had happened Vanessa had gone back to work in the morning, the first to wake up, and as she got ready and dug through her luggage Erica got up and made her coffee. The smell woke me up, and I realized it was 5:30 in the morning. It looked like our schedule was going to be changing with Vanessa in our lives. Breakfast was a quiet affair later in the morning; at least, quiet for us. Leo's RV was visibly rocking, and I had to assume Aria and India were up and the four of them were getting better acquainted. By the time Vanessa came back around for her breakfast break I'd already come in Erica, but Ivy had held off; apparently, the three of them had talked, and Vanessa only had about fifteen minutes for her breakfast break which meant a quicker-than-usual blowjob was necessary if she wanted some fun with her food. By mid-morning things had quieted down over at Leo's RV, and I'd left a platter of food wrapped with tinfoil on a chair next to the door. Ivy was just starting to get handsy with me, sitting on my lap and giggling with that look in her eye, distracting me from my drawing, when the crunch of tires outside the compound perked us up. The sedan ground to a halt, and Vanessa quickly came down to stand with Erica and Ivy and me. Agent Sourpuss was the driver again, and she just narrowed her eyes at us for a moment before turning back and speaking into the back seat. The door opened, and a woman in that same hooded coverall getup stepped out. "Hi," I said, stepping forward and offering her my hand. "I'm Harrison." "Kyla," she said through her mask, taking my hand and shaking it lightly. "I'm not really sure what you were expecting," I said. "I know things are weird and changing a lot for everyone, so if anything sounds like a problem just let us know and we can figure it out. The first of which is that, ah, these are my partners Erica, Ivy and Vanessa." "Allo!" Ivy said, stepping forward and wrapping the woman up in a hug. Ivy was still the shortest and most petite of the women, with Kyla standing around the same height as Vanessa. "Hi," Erica said, smiling warmly but not stepping forward, which I knew was because she knew the secret. In any other circumstance she likely would have been trying as hard as Ivy to be welcoming in an effort to dispel the weirdness. Agent Sourpuss rolled down the window. "Hey, you need to stop being so touchy. Protocol says you need to imprint as soon as possible." I sighed, glaring at her a little. "I hear you. Let's just make sure this is all Okay with her, yeah?" I turned back to Kyla, whose eyes were a little wide as she cautiously accepted the hug from Ivy. "Um, hello," she said, looking around at the construction site, and our ridiculous-looking compound. "There's a lot for us to explain," I said. "I can see that," she said. The more she talked, the more I heard a slight accent. It wasn't strong, not like Dani's, and I had to assume being the daughter of an Ambassador meant she'd grown up at least part of her life in the US or other places. Not to mention any training she'd received. "Are you Okay with this?" Erica asked her. "The idea of sharing space with a group of us?" "For what it's worth, I'm the newest and stumbled into it by accident, but it works for me," Vanessa chipped in. Kyla looked around again, then back at Sourpuss, and finally back to me. "It's the way things are," she said. "I can make it work." "Well, if you change your mind, you have until we start the imprinting process," I said. "Just say something and we can try to find you someone, or somewhere, else." She shook her head, then turned to Sourpuss again. "You can go." "Fine by me," the Agent muttered, raising her window and pulling the car away. I was almost sure I heard her mutter something about never wanting to come back again. "Come in," Erica said, gesturing to the fabric-draped entryway. "We'll show you around and can tell you what's up." Kyla followed Erica and Ivy in, but Vanessa hung back. "I need to get back to work," she said. "I'll come meet her later if you haven't dicked her down yet." I snorted and shook my head at her crassness. The only people who could get close to matching military folks in that way turned out to be construction workers. "Everything going Okay?" I asked. "Yeah, it's fine. Just getting the animals back in order after being away. They're going to be moving workers into the bunkhouses in the next few days so there's a lot to get ready," she said. She reached over and squeezed my hand for a second, but didn't step in for a kiss even though I could see her glance at my lips. "See you later?" "Absolutely," I said, and she started marching back towards the office portables. When I ducked back into our compound, Erica and Ivy had arranged the deck chairs into a semi-circle and Ivy was coming out of our place with a quartet of beers from the fridge. Erica was just gesturing for Kyla to take a seat. "We're all vaccinated," she was saying. "So if you want to get out of that getup you can." Kyla sat and sighed, lowering her hood and then taking off her medical mask. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a natural silky black with that smooth quality that Native Americans and East Asian folks shared, and she had cute little apple cheeks when she smiled softly in thanks as she accepted a beer from Ivy. Her skin was naturally tan, and she'd done her makeup to accent her ethnicity a bit rather than downplaying it, and knowing what I knew about her I wondered if that was a move to try and distract or seduce me. She had espionage training. She knew how to use her assets. "So Harrison," she nodded to me, then pointed at Ivy. "Ivy, and..." she looked at Erica. "Sorry, something with an E, right?" "Erica," my girlfriend clarified for her with a smile. "Right, Erica," Kyla said. "And the other was Vanessa?" "Right," I nodded. "Vanessa is actually a forewoman with the construction crews, so she had to get back to work." "Okay," she nodded. "And you all live in these trailers?" "RVs," I said. "And it's just temporary. My family owned this land for generations, and recently the government leased it from me and is building a residential compound. We'll be getting a house, and for now we've got these luxury RVs. But, uh, we're actually only living in that one. The other one is occupied by my friend and Erica's brother Leo and his partners." "So there's going to be five of us in there?" Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over the RV. "Yes," Ivy said with a smile. "It's very nice on the inside. And the bed is very cozy." "The bed?" Kyla said, emphasizing the singular. "That's, uh, another thing," I said. "This is a little rude but, well Erica, Ivy and Vanessa are all bisexual. Are you;?" "I'm straight," she said. Erica just nodded, though I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Ivy was a little disappointed but tried to hide it. "That's perfectly fine," I said. "We'll figure out a sleeping arrangement so that you're comfortable." "I,” Kyla started, then glanced at Erica and Ivy for a moment and seemed to change her mind. "Look, I'm stepping into your thing here already, so I don't want to be a bitch. But could I just... Could I talk for a moment with the guy who I'm going to be bonding DNA with or whatever?" "Yes, absolutely," Erica said. "Do you want to go inside, or should we?" Kyla glanced over at Leo's RV. "Maybe we should," she said and stood up. I stood as well, patted Ivy's shoulder and met a glance from Erica as she tried to warn me to be careful without saying anything. Kyla and I went to the RV, and I opened the door for her and followed her in. "Sorry about the mess," I said. "Vanessa just moved in yesterday and we're trying to figure out what to keep here, and what to move into the storage containers." "It's... fine," Kyla said. She was looking down the length of the RV, through the open door to the bed. I could only imagine what she was thinking. "Let's just sit here," I said, offering her the bench as I took the chair by the Murphey table. I wasn't going to mention that we used the bench for fucking almost as much as the bed. "Ask me anything," I said as we sat. "I know this is all weird, and you must have a thousand questions and concerns." "I do," she said, and leaned back on the leather bench and took a deep breath. I just met her eyes as she looked me over again. Then she took a swig of her beer. "What do you do for money? How does all of this work?" she asked. "Well, up until a few weeks ago, my family house was about fifty yards that way," I pointed. "Right where that first big bunkhouse building is. I worked remotely as a concept artist, and Erica's brother Leo was my roommate. Erica joined us out here for quarantine. The federal government came and wanted to buy my land, but I negotiated a lease with them instead and they paid me a lot of money for it, along with building me, Leo and my sister houses. So if you're worried about finances living out here, you don't need to. I'm not stingy, though I'd prefer if we don't get super extravagant. I'd rather us be wealthy for a long time than super-rich for a short one, and with five people on the team... Well, yeah." "The team?" she asked. "It feels a little weird to call it a family right now," I said. "What with all the changes happening so fast. I think that's how most of us will end up, but I don't want to presume anything." She frowned, looking me up and down again. When she got that look on her face she was fierce and calculating. Focused. Then it broke and she cocked her head to the side just a touch. "Did they tell you I was coming?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "I got a warning yesterday that you'd be here sometime in the next couple of days." She nodded slowly. "Okay. I mean, obviously we'll need to figure some things out, but I think I can live with... this. I'd like to wait a day and get to know you all a bit more before we do the imprinting though. I'm not really a 'sleep with a guy on the first day' kind of girl." "I'd be happy to wait as long as you like," I said. "But, ah, you may want to talk with the others about that feeling you've got. Apparently, it'll just keep getting stronger." "Right," Kyla nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind." Voices rose outside. Not angry, just a little animated. "Sounds like Leo and his girls are finally coming outside," I said. "I think you'll like Danielle, she's a pretty open book. I can't make any promises about the two new women though, they arrived yesterday and I haven't had a chance to meet them properly." "That sounds good," she said. "Any other questions, or do you want to go meet them?" I asked. "Um, yeah, actually," she said. She was still giving me a slightly weird, considering look. "Do you know?" "Know what?" I asked, trying to poker face without poker facing. She kept eyeing me. "Who I am." I sighed a little. "I was told that you're the daughter of an Ambassador," I said, covering the big lie with a little truth. "Does that bother you?" she asked. "Why would it?" I replied. "I'm part Native, part Japanese, I travelled a decent chunk of the world when I was in the military. In the US, you growing up in another country is about as different as if you grew up in an east coast city." "That's not what I meant," Kyla said, sitting forward and leaning her elbows on her knees, staring right at me. "I meant does it bother you that I'm a spy?" The problem with going toe to toe with a spy was that all of my usual methods of evaluating someone were already going off. As a teen I'd been a bit of a hillbilly, I'd been an athlete, and I'd been a kid from a family with generational grudge issues. Then I'd joined the military and I learned about professional backstabbing and politics, and then I'd become an MP and really saw some of the dumb and vile crap that Man could do to each other. I'd been trained to be aware, alert, and suspicious. Seven years out of the military had softened me, I was sure. But not that much. Maybe Grierson shouldn't have told me about Kyla's background. I was trying my best to not be suspicious, which I bet if I saw myself back on a recording I would have seen as a red flag. If I hadn't known about her, I could have just accepted her and hopefully my natural and trained instincts would have picked up on anything fishy. I sighed a little huff of a chuckle and leaned back in the Murphey chair, looking at Kyla across the RV. I'd been doing my best not to just really stare at her, to make a judgement scan of her to really assess her. Maybe that gave me away. Maybe not. She was beautiful, but I'd already judged that. Her Filipino heritage was strong, but wasn't so different from the natives that I'd grown up around that it seemed out of place or exotic to me. Not to mention the plenty of varied Asians I'd lived around in Portland. She was still wearing the bulky coverall so it was hard to judge her athleticism, but just the way she sat told me she was a physical person. She was sitting on the bench, which wasn't particularly tall, but her feet were pressed to the ground by the balls of her feet and toes, her heels raised. Even though she was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees she also wasn't slouching at all. She was a coiled spring, but with a loose tension. She wasn't on edge, but was a calmly controlled nervous. "It does," I said, answering the question she'd stunned me with for a moment. 'Does it bother you that I'm a spy?' Who asked that? Was it a game, or a test? Was she trying to be truthful because of the situation, or was she running a long con to gain my trust to inevitably betray me? How calculated was this move, and what were the variables? Was it a move at all? "But not the way you might think," I continued. "It's funny, I don't even know how much they told you about me. I think I mentioned outside that I was in the military at one point. I was an MP before I was discharged. You are exactly the kind of person I would have been worried about for an important part of my life. But now? Honestly, Kyla, I just don't want you to fuck up the family dynamic we're trying to build here. I don't want you to put any of the people out there in danger, on purpose or by accident, if you plan on trying to do something for your father or NICA." She gave me a long look back, evaluating what I said. If we were sitting across from each other with a chessboard between us, or cards, I would have said she was trying to read if I was bluffing or not. But this wasn't a game, and there weren't stakes on the line, and I thankfully got the impression she wasn't trying to read me. At least, not like that. She was reading me, but she was trying to form her opinion of me, just like I was trying to with her. "Have you ever killed anyone?" she asked me. I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I didn't see as much combat as others, but I got in a few firefights," I said. "I had a few confirmed kills, and likely several more unconfirmed. And one of my investigations as an MP turned into a shootout with some human traffickers that ended... badly. Fuck, I haven't talked about that with anyone since I got out. I'd prefer you not bring it up with the girls, or Leo. Please." "I won't," she said quietly. "Have you?" I asked. "No," she shook her. "I mean, I have enough training that I could, but that wasn't ever supposed to be my job. I; I'd rather maybe talk about my story if I get more comfortable with you, but I've never carried more than a knife and a can of mace in my purse for self-protection and haven't ever needed to use either of them." "Does it bother you that I know?" I asked her. "I feel like it should, but I don't think it does," Kyla said, pursing her lips a little in thought after she said it. "I just spent the last four years living a secret life, but I've always lived a double life. You know, which means... I don't know what it means. Which is a first." "I told Erica," I said. "I wasn't supposed to, I don't think, but she can read me like a book and I didn't want to keep it from her anyways." Kyla smiled a little. "I could tell," she said. "I only picked up on little things from you because of the way she was acting." That made me chuckle a little. "Well, at least that's something. I'm not a complete waste." "So what now?" she asked. "You know that I know that you know. Do we need to set some ground rules or anything?"

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Émission du 16/06/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Axelle Pinon, Membre du comité d'investissement de Carmignac et Porte parole de la gestion et Alexandre Taieb, Gérant de portefeuilles chez Sycomore AM. Vos questions en live : 00:00 Présentation de nos invités 02:13 Tout sauf la défense ? Si tout le monde se rue sur la défense, faut-il au contraire éviter ce secteur ? Si oui sur quoi miser aujourd'hui ? 18:43 Dans quoi investir sur 10 ans ? 42:14 Dans quoi investir sur 25 ans ? 52:40 Les QUESTIONS CASHS !

L'italiano è una lingua che non si accontenta di descrivere il mondo: lo accarezza, lo amplifica, lo trasforma attraverso un sistema incredibilmente ricco di suffissi alterativi. Quando un italiano dice "un attimino", "un problemino", "un lavoretto" o "che figuraccia", non sta semplicemente modificando le dimensioni di un oggetto o di un concetto, ma sta esprimendo un intero universo di emozioni, relazioni sociali e atteggiamenti culturali. GIORNATACCIA, PICCOLINO, STIVALETTO: il potere degli alterati nella lingua e nella cultura italiana La grammatica dell'affetto: tipi di alterati Gli alterati italiani si suddividono principalmente in quattro categorie, ognuna con specifiche funzioni comunicative ed emotive che rivelano la straordinaria ricchezza espressiva della nostra lingua: 1. Diminutivi (-ino, -etto, -ello, -uccio) I diminutivi rappresentano la categoria più utilizzata e psicologicamente significativa. Non si limitano a ridurre le dimensioni, ma aggiungono una connotazione di affetto, tenerezza o familiarità. Un "gattino" non è solo un gatto piccolo, è un gatto che suscita tenerezza e protezione. Allo stesso modo, "una casetta" comunica affetto verso l'abitazione, mentre "un librettino" può indicare sia un libro piccolo che un libro considerato con simpatia. 2. Accrescitivi (-one, -ona) Gli accrescitivi aumentano le dimensioni ma veicolano significati complessi. Un "librone" può essere impressionante per la sua mole culturale o ingombrante per la sua pesantezza fisica, a seconda del contesto. "Una donnona" può indicare ammirazione per la presenza fisica o, in certi contesti, una sfumatura critica. La polisemia emotiva è fondamentale: "un omone" generalmente trasmette simpatia e rispetto, mentre "un affarone" può indicare sia un grande affare vantaggioso che una situazione complicata. 3. Vezzeggiativi (-uccio, -otto, -ello) I vezzeggiativi aggiungono una sfumatura di affetto indipendentemente dalla dimensione reale. "Fratelluccio" esprime affetto fraterno, non necessariamente piccole dimensioni fisiche. "Calduccio" non indica solo una temperatura moderatamente calda, ma trasmette una sensazione di comfort e benessere. Questi alterati sono particolarmente frequenti nel linguaggio familiare e creano un'atmosfera di intimità e confidenza. 4. Peggiorativi (-accio, -astro, -onzolo) I peggiorativi aggiungono una connotazione negativa che può variare dall'ironia alla vera disapprovazione. Una "giornataccia" è una giornata decisamente spiacevole, mentre "un poetastro" indica disprezzo per qualcuno che si atteggia a poeta senza talento. "Medicastro" esprime sfiducia verso un medico considerato incompetente. Questi suffissi permettono di esprimere critica e disapprovazione in modo diretto ma stilisticamente elaborato. La psicologia dietro gli alterati: funzioni comunicative e sociali Ciò che rende affascinante questo sistema è la sua funzione psicologica e sociale profonda. Gli italiani usano gli alterati non solo per descrivere, ma per creare relazioni, modulare l'impatto delle comunicazioni e esprimere la propria soggettività emotiva. Ammorbidimento della comunicazione "Posso farti una domandina?" suona meno invadente e più rispettoso di "Posso farti una domanda?". Il diminutivo riduce l'impatto psicologico della richiesta, rendendo l'interlocutore più disponibile ad accoglierla. Similmente, "Ho un problemino" minimizza l'urgenza e l'ansia che potrebbe trasmettere "Ho un problema", permettendo di affrontare la questione con maggiore serenità. Creazione di intimità e confidenza Offrire "un caffettino" è più personale e accogliente che offrire semplicemente "un caffè". Il diminutivo trasforma un'azione ordinaria in un gesto di cura e attenzione, suggerendo che l'ospite è considerato speciale. "Facciamo due chiacchiere" invita a una conversazione rilassata e amichevole, mentre "una chiacchierata" suggerisce maggiore formalità.

We're back with another Kitchen Nightmares classic edition. This week Gordon is in Queens, NY to help a struggling Greek restaraunt. Follow us: @ramsaysrecapsFollow Courtney: @courtneyseylFollow Alana: @alanafinewoman

durée : 00:34:22 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Alain Lewkowicz - Détenu à la prison de Charleroi en Belgique pour une nouvelle escroquerie, Alain Jollois décide de téléphoner à Alain Lewkowicz qui enquête sur lui depuis deux ans. Est-il prêt à dire la moindre vérité ? À jouer carte sur table ? Ou bien le mythomane en profite-t-il pour créer un nouveau scénario ? - réalisation : Sylvain Richard, Eric Lancien

Émission du 16/06/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Olivier Lévy, Président du Multi family office Lévy Capital Partners expert en gestion des risques, et François Monnier, Directeur des rédactions d'Investir.Vos questions en live : Comment gérer son apport en immobilier ?"Je veux acheter un appartement. Mieux vaut mettre un gros apport pour payer moins de mensualités ou profiter de l'effet de levier en mettant peu d'apport et investir en bourse ou autre ?" PEA classique et PEA-PME"J'ai rempli mon PEA classique, il est diversifié, mais je veux remplir mon PEA-PME, je ne m'y connais pas en PME cotées, comment faire pour bien les choisir ?"Comment investir en contexte de guerre ? "Avec la montée de tensions au Moyen-Orient ces derniers jours, je vois que les marchés s'agitent. En tant qu'investisseur, quelles sont les choses à faire ou au contraire à ne pas faire en période de guerre ? Des choses à acheter ou fuir absolument sur les marchés ?"