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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 !

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®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",

C'è stato un fortissimo terremoto di magnitudo 8,7 in Kamtchatka, nell'estrema Russia, che ha scatenato un allarme tsunami in mezzo pacifico – poi in larga parte rientrato. Allo stesso tempo, diversi episodi di crolli montani delle Alpi mostrano una tendenza in rapido aumento per via della crisi climatica e il cambio dei normali cicli gelo-disgelo. Secondo un rapporto del think tank Ember, gli impegni degli stati sulle fonti rinnovabili puntano a raddoppiare al posto che triplicare la potenza – come deciso insieme alla Cop28 di Dubai. È stata appena inaugurata la pista ciclabile sospesa più lunga d'Europa a Cavallino Treporti, sospesa sopra la laguna di Venezia per ben 6,5 chilometri. Marina Pierri, direttrice artistica del Festival delle serie tv, ci racconta di Exploding Kittens – il nuovo racconto di animazione per adulti, nato dal gioco in scatola, in cui Dio e il Diavolo vengono gettati sulla terra sotto forma di gatti. Puoi scriverci a podcast@lifegate.it e trovare tutte le notizie su www.lifegate.it.  

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?"

TESTO DELL'ARTICOLO ➜ https://www.bastabugie.it/8234OMELIA XVIII DOMENICA T. ORD. - ANNO C (Lc 12,13-31) di Giacomo Biffi Niente fa litigare di più i fratelli delle questioni di eredità. Ci siano da dividere dei palazzi oppure solo dei vecchi mobili, ci siano molti milioni o poche lire, quando si tratta di eredità si finisce sempre col far baruffa. È così dal principio del mondoLa legge mosaica regolava minuziosamente, come le legislazioni moderne, il diritto di successione. Chi si credeva defraudato, si rivolgeva spesso per avere giustizia ai dottori della legge, cioè agli interpreti della Sacra Scrittura.Nell'episodio raccontato dall'odierna pagina di Vangelo, un uomo, privato di quel che gli spettava dalla prepotenza del fratello, si rivolge a Gesù, che ormai è riconosciuto maestro: Maestro, di' a mio fratello che divida con me l'eredità.Gesù risponde:- con un rifiuto, che ci meraviglia un po';- con un principio sul vero valore dell'uomo;- con una parabola, che ci fa tutti pensare.1) IL RIFIUTO: RISOLVERE ALLA RADICE OGNI PROBLEMA TEMPORALEQuell'uomo chiedeva giustizia. In una delle solite beghe, che sono la gioia degli avvocati e la rovina delle famiglie, aveva ricevuto un sopruso. La sua richiesta era dunque legittima. Eppure Gesù risponde quasi con durezza, dichiarando la sua assoluta incompetenza: O uomo, chi mi ha costituito giudice o mediatore sopra di voi? Come? Non gli sta a cuore la giustizia? Non si preoccupa della sorte di chi è oppresso e derubato dall'egoismo? Gli sta più a cuore che non si facciano confusioni; si preoccupa di più che il suo messaggio appaia chiaramente per tutti l'annuncio del Regno di Dio e non, direttamente e per sé, la sistemazione delle cose del mondo. Certo egli è giudice, ma è il Giudice che giudicherà i vivi e i morti, cioè giudicherà ciascuno al termine della vita su tutto ciò che è stato compiuto. Certo egli è mediatore, ma non per le liti tra noi: è l'unico Mediatore tra Dio e gli uomini, che può riconciliarci col Padre. Allo stesso modo la Chiesa immette nel cuore dei popoli, col desiderio del Regno, una invincibile nostalgia di giustizia anche terrena, ma il suo compito primo resta la redenzione del cuore e la salvezza eterna dell'uomo2) IL PRINCIPIO: LA PREMINENZA DELL'ESSERE SULL'AVEREGesù dice: "La vita dell'uomo non dipende dai suoi beni". Cioè: il valore dell'uomo non sta in ciò che egli possiede. C'è qui un radicale contrasto tra la mentalità di Cristo e la mentalità del mondo; contrasto che potrebbe essere espresso dai due verbi più usati della lingua italiana: il verbo "avere" e il verbo "essere". Per il mondo l'uomo vale per quello che ha: "Quanto hai in banca? Hai la casa in montagna? Hai l'automobile fuori serie?". Con queste domande o con altre simili a queste, il mondo classifica un uomo. Per Cristo l'uomo vale per quello che è: "Chi sei? Che cosa sei? Sei vicino a Dio col tuo cuore e col pensiero di ogni giorno? Sei giusto? Sei buono e caritatevole con gli altri?". Con queste domande il Signore ci aiuta a fare una stima di quello che davvero valiamo. Notiamo che l'avere resta sempre esterno all'uomo e dovrà essere presto o tardi completamente abbandonato. L'essere invece è interno a noi e accompagna l'uomo anche di là dalla morte. Perciò il Signore ammonisce: Guardatevi da ogni avidità, cioè da ogni smodato desiderio di avere. Preoccupatevi invece di essere, cioè di crescere nella vostra ricchezza interiore.3) LA PARABOLA: NESSUNO PUÒ ELUDERE IL GIUDIZIO SULLA PROPRIA VITA Per farci capire bene questa verità, Gesù racconta con stile molto vivace il caso (così frequente anche ai nostri giorni) di un uomo ricco, che ha passato tutta una vita ad accumulare ricchezze e viene improvvisamente strappato ai suoi compiacimenti e alle sue fantasticherie da un piccolo colpo notturno, col quale la sua esistenza terrena bruscamente si conclude. Andava, quell'uomo, delineando un programma che sembra essere quello degli italiani a ferragosto: "Riposati, mangia, bevi, datti alla gioia". È un programma sbagliato? È piuttosto un programma incompleto. Nella vita organizzata così, sembra non ci sia nessun posto né per Dio né per i fratelli che sono nella necessità. Va rilevato anche il fatto che quest'uomo ragionava tra sé. Il suo è un monologo: sia quando pensa agli affari (magazzini, raccolto), sia quando pensa al riposo e al divertimento (mangiare, bere, stare allegri), non ha interlocutori, è solo con se stesso. Non parla né con Dio nella preghiera né con gli altri nelle opere di misericordia. Proprio per questo è stolto. Ma Dio gli disse: Stolto. Drammatica è questa finale del racconto con l'intervento della voce divina che risona nella notte. Dio è un interlocutore che sta zitto a lungo, ma, quando ha deciso, si inserisce di prepotenza nei nostri monologhi. Anche coloro che sembrano averlo escluso definitivamente dalla loro vita, e non si interrogano mai sulla sua volontà, quando meno se lo aspettano se lo troveranno davanti; alla fine dovranno ascoltare il suo parere sulla loro esistenza e sui loro progetti, e non potranno chiudergli la bocca. Per questo conviene abituarsi a parlare con lui fin da adesso, così che la sua voce non abbia un giorno a costituire una brutta sorpresa.

Gli eventi climatici stanno diventando sempre più estremi e imprevedibili. La settimana scorsa, negli Stati Uniti si è verificata una tragedia: un'improvvisa e catastrofica alluvione alla quale né le autorità né i cittadini erano preparati. E questo è successo in un Paese che ha tutto: un sistema di previsione delle catastrofi e di allerta pubblica, nonché le capacità tecniche per rispondere alle emergenze.Allo stesso tempo, si sono verificati una serie di disastri in tutto il pianeta, ognuno dei quali anomalo e in precedenza estremamente raro. Tuttavia, tali eventi sono ormai diventati una realtà: inondazioni, neve a luglio, attività vulcanica, tempeste mortali. Tutti questi eventi sono interconnessi e causati dall'instabilità geofisica e climatica.In realtà, se guardiamo alla situazione climatica in modo razionale e onesto, non sembra ottimistica. Finora non ci sono segni di miglioramento. Al contrario, la situazione sta peggiorando.

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Predicazione espositiva del Pastore Emerito Fred Whitman di Efesini, capitolo 5 versetto 22 a capitolo 6 versetto 9. Registrata presso il Centro Evangelico Battista di Perugia il 29 Giugno 2025.Titolo del messaggio: "La nostra testimonianza al mondo tramite il rapporto tra marito e moglie, genitori e figli, lavoratori e padroni ".EFESINI 5V22 - 6V922 Mogli, siate sottomesse ai vostri mariti, come al Signore; 23 il marito infatti è capo della moglie, come anche Cristo è capo della chiesa, lui, che è il Salvatore del corpo. 24 Ora come la chiesa è sottomessa a Cristo, così anche le mogli devono essere sottomesse ai loro mariti in ogni cosa. 25 Mariti, amate le vostre mogli, come anche Cristo ha amato la chiesa e ha dato se stesso per lei, 26 per santificarla dopo averla purificata lavandola con l'acqua della parola, 27 per farla comparire davanti a sé, gloriosa, senza macchia, senza ruga o altri simili difetti, ma santa e irreprensibile. 28 Allo stesso modo anche i mariti devono amare le loro mogli, come la loro propria persona. Chi ama sua moglie ama se stesso. 29 Infatti nessuno ha mai odiato la propria persona, anzi la nutre e la cura teneramente, come anche Cristo fa per la chiesa, 30 poiché siamo membra del suo corpo. 31 Perciò l'uomo lascerà suo padre e sua madre e si unirà a sua moglie e i due diverranno una carne sola. 32 Questo mistero è grande; dico questo riguardo a Cristo e alla chiesa. 33 Ma d'altronde, anche fra di voi, ciascuno individualmente ami sua moglie, come ama se stesso; e altresì la moglie rispetti il marito.1 Figli, ubbidite nel Signore ai vostri genitori, perché ciò è giusto. 2 Onora tuo padre e tua madre (questo è il primo comandamento con promessa) 3 affinché tu sia felice e abbia lunga vita sulla terra. 4 E voi, padri, non irritate i vostri figli, ma allevateli nella disciplina e nell'istruzione del Signore. 5 Servi, ubbidite ai vostri padroni secondo la carne con timore e tremore, nella semplicità del vostro cuore, come a Cristo, 6 non servendo per essere visti, come per piacere agli uomini, ma come servi di Cristo, facendo la volontà di Dio di buon animo, 7 servendo con benevolenza, come se serviste il Signore e non gli uomini; 8 sapendo che ognuno, quando abbia fatto qualche bene, ne riceverà la ricompensa dal Signore, servo o libero che sia. 9 Voi, padroni, agite allo stesso modo verso di loro astenendovi dalle minacce, sapendo che il Signore vostro e loro è nel cielo e che presso di lui non c'è favoritismo.

di Alessandro Luna | Tra gli argomenti di oggi le accuse contro Beppe Sala, dei pm e dei milanesi, il freddo appoggio di Schlein al suo sindaco e l'ennesimo errore di Israele a Gaza. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Émission du 15/07/ 2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Valentine Ainouz, Responsable de la stratégie Taux chez Amundi Investment Institute et Louis de Montalembert, Gérant senior chez Sunny Asset Management. Les chapitres : 00:00 Présentation de nos invités / introduction 06:12 Droits de douane : 30 % pour les importations en provenance de l'Union Européenne ? Crise financière à venir ou simple provocation ? 37:10 La dette française 40 milliards d'économie à venir ? Emmanuel Macron double le budget de la défense Les fonds crédits sont-ils toujours intéressants ? 56:00 Les QUESTIONS CASHS !

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In questa puntata di Start, un rinvio che sono sicura ti interesserà molto; una crisi che non accenna a scemare; alcune cosette che devi assolutamente sapere anche quando sei sotto l'ombrellone; infine, la storia di Viviana. Se vuoi dirmi le difficoltà e le sfide che, come giovane, incontri nella tua vita quotidiana o, semplicemente, dirmi la tua opinione sulle notizie che hai ascoltato oggi, puoi mandare un'email a angelica.migliorisi@ilsole24ore.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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 !

Assurances, conso, nouvelles technologies… "On en parle" vous oriente dans tout ce qui fait votre quotidien. Au programme aujourd'hui: 1. Prêt de véhicule pendant les vacances: à quoi faut-il faire attention? 2. Les arnaques "Allo" gagnent du terrain à Genève 3. Série "au quotidien dans un autre temps" (2/5): leçon des origines 4. Best-of guichet: un mariage sans stress

I fertilizzanti sono prodotti essenziali in tutto il mondo e l'Europa ne importa un grande quantitativo. Allo stesso tempo, nel continente c'è una enorme disponibilità di scarti e rifiuti organici che fin dalla notte dei tempi sono la materia prima con cui si producono i fertilizzanti biologici, e che invece vanno incontro a un destino meno nobile. Insomma: ci sono tutte le condizioni per un'espansione del mercato europeo di biofertilizzanti, e ciò è alquanto desiderabile sia alla luce dei sempre più frequenti conflitti sulle materie prime, sia dell'impatto dovuto alla produzione dei fertilizzanti detti “chimici”, che richiedono un consumo elevato di risorse pregiate, non sostituibili e non rinnovabili. Favorire lo sviluppo di nuove filiere europee dei biofertilizzanti è il fine ultimo del progetto LANDFEED, di cui parliamo in questa puntata con Antonella Luciano, ricercatrice del Dipartimento di Sostenibilità dell'ENEA.

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.

In questa puntata di Start, una rivoluzione che potrebbe cambiare un piccolo gesto che facciamo ogni giorno; una proposta di legge che ha acceso un bel po' di scintille; una scoperta a dir poco sensazionale; infine, la storia di Angelo. Se vuoi dirmi le difficoltà e le sfide che, come giovane, incontri nella tua vita quotidiana o, semplicemente, dirmi la tua opinione sulle notizie che hai ascoltato oggi, puoi mandare un'email a Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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

- Premi il tasto PLAY per ascoltare la catechesi del giorno e condividi con altri se vuoi -+ Dalla prima lettera di san Paolo apostolo ai Corìnzi +Fratelli, io ho ricevuto dal Signore quello che a mia volta vi ho trasmesso: il Signore Gesù, nella notte in cui veniva tradito, prese del pane e, dopo aver reso grazie, lo spezzò e disse: «Questo è il mio corpo, che è per voi; fate questo in memoria di me». Allo stesso modo, dopo aver cenato, prese anche il calice, dicendo: «Questo calice è la Nuova Alleanza nel mio sangue; fate questo, ogni volta che ne bevete, in memoria di me». Ogni volta infatti che mangiate questo pane e bevete al calice, voi annunciate la morte del Signore, finché egli venga.Parola del Signore.

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 ?"

Oggi è stato presentato in Senato il Rapporto sulla politica di bilancio a cura dell'Ufficio parlamentare di bilancio (Upb). Dal rapporto, tra i molti temi affrontati, emerge che la stabilizzazione del taglio del cuneo e l accorpamento delle aliquote Irpef della manovra se, da un lato, danno maggiore stabilità al sistema, dall'altro, aumentano la sensibilità dell'imposta personale sul reddito all'inflazione soprattutto per i lavoratori dipendenti. Lo osserva l'Upb che sottolinea che la nuova struttura Irpef, essendo più progressiva, produce un maggior drenaggio fiscale (fiscal drag). In un contesto in cui la dinamica retributiva è già risultata insufficiente a compensare l inflazione, l'intensificazione del prelievo fiscale derivante dall'interazione tra quest'ultima e la progressività dell'imposta rischia di erodere in misura considerevole gli incrementi nominali delle retribuzioni, con potenziali ricadute negative sui consumi e sulla domanda interna. Approfondiamo il tema con Gianni Trovati de Il Sole 24 Ore.Giovani Confindustria: Per far crescere le nuove imprese priorità a Venture capital e IACi sono energie che possono davvero spingere avanti il Paese. Dobbiamo saperle riconoscere e valorizzare, perché l impresa è il vero motore dello sviluppo. Tra i giovani c'è voglia di fare impresa, la loro propensione al rischio va rafforzata e indirizzata. E oggi abbiamo strumenti potenti, come le tecnologie digitali e l intelligenza artificiale, che possono fare la differenza. Per Maria Anghileri, presidente dei Giovani Imprenditori di Confindustria, nel nostro paese la Passione d impresa è forte, e proprio per questo ha scelto questo messaggio come titolo del 54 convegno di Rapallo che si terrà venerdì 13 e sabato 14 giugno. A Rapallo porteremo esempi di imprenditori under 40, di prima, seconda e terza generazione, anche espressione di nuove aziende o di unicorni. Casi di eccellenza, di chi è riuscito ad avere successo in settori innovativi, ma anche in quelli più tradizionali. Ne parliamo proprio con Maria Anghileri, presidente dei Giovani Imprenditori di Confindustria.Dazi, Trump conferma accordo quadro con la Cina: Arriveranno magneti e minerali rariA Londra le delegazioni ai massimi livelli di Stati Uniti e Cina hanno annunciato di aver raggiunto un intesa quadro sul ripristino della tregua che aveva visto i due Paesi sospendere la maggior parte delle rispettive tariffe. Nel frattempo in patria ha strappato alla Corte d Appello una proroga di due mesi, fino al 31 luglio, della sospensione del blocco dei dazi cosiddetti reciproci contro decine di Paesi e che erano stati bocciati come illegali in primo grado da uno speciale tribunale federale sul commercio. L'accordo è stato confermato da un intervento dello stesso presidente Usa sul social Truth, dove scrive: Il nostro accordo con la Cina è stato concluso, soggetto all approvazione definitiva del presidente Xi e di me. La Cina fornirà tutti i magneti e i minerali rari necessari. Allo stesso modo, forniremo alla Cina ciò che è stato concordato, compresi i visti agli studenti cinesi che utilizzano i nostri college e università (cosa che mi è sempre piaciuta!). Nell intesa raggiunta a Londra i dazi resteranno allo stesso livello di quanto stabilito nelle settimane scorse a Ginevra, quando gli Usa si sono impegnati a ridurre le tariffe sul made in China al 30% e la Cina al 10%. Approfondiamo il tema con Giuliano Noci, Professore ordinario in Ingegneria Economico-Gestionale, insegna Strategia & Marketing presso il Politecnico di Milano.Confcommercio, quest'anno al settore mancano 260mila lavoratoriNel 2025 i settori del commercio, della ristorazione e dell'alloggio non riusciranno a trovare circa 260mila lavoratori. È quanto stima l'Ufficio studi di Confcommercio, come presentato in occasione dell'assemblea dell'associazione, rilevando che il dato è in crescita rispetto al 2024 (+4%) e rappresenta una emergenza perché rischia di frenare la crescita economica dei settori considerati e del prodotto lordo dell intero sistema economico italiano. Tra le figure professionali più difficili da reperire in questi settori: commessi professionali, macellai, gastronomi, camerieri di sala, barman, cuochi/pizzaioli, gelatai, camerieri, addetti alla pulizia e al riassetto delle camere. Ne parliamo con Mariano Bella, direttore Ufficio studi Confcommercio.

Émission du 03/06/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Delphine Di Pizio-Tiger, Directrice Générale d'Indosuez Gestion et Alain Pitous, Consultant Stratégie et ESG.Vos questions en live :Comment commencer à investir à 50 ans ? Comment investir à horizon 15 ans ? Qu'est ce qui peut monter en bourse dans les 6 à 12 prochains mois ? Est-ce que Trump est vraiment une bonne chose pour les marchés financiers, doit-on investir sur la bourse américaine pour les 3 prochaines années ? Le dollar baisse : quid du risque de change quand on investit ? Comment éviter de perdre de l'argent, voire en gagner !? La Chine : stop ou encore ? Quelle sera la prochaine crise et comment l'anticiper ?

Émission du 03/06/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Roni Michaly, CEO de Galilee Asset Management, et Matthieu Ceronne, Trader et stratégiste, Fondateur de Galileo Trading.Vos questions en live :L'or est-telle une valeur sûre face aux crises ?Comment choisir ma ou mes thématiques d'investissement ? Puis comment faire concrètement ensuite ?Je viens de m'inscrire sur une plateforme d'investissement : quelle méthode appliquer ? Versements réguliers chaque mois ? Ponctuels ?J'entends parler de trading, est-ce qu'un particulier peut vraiment gagner de l'argent comme ça ? Si oui comment faire ?

Émission du 27/05/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Cécile Aboulian, Directrice Equity Capital Market chez In Extenso Finance et Pierre Schang, Gérant de portefeuille actions chez LFDE, responsable des pôles France et Environnement. Vos questions en live : Qu'est-ce que les intérêts composés et comment en profiter ?Quand faut-il prendre ses profits en bourse ? Où réinvestir ?L'année dernière a été la plus chaude jamais enregistrée. Comment s'exposer à la thématique du réchauffement climatique en bourse ?Small Caps : comment s'exposer tout en limitant les risques ? Comment trouver la bonne société ?Bourse : un avis sur la valeur GTT ?Quelles sont les valeurs françaises à fort potentiel ?La QUESTION CASH : L'investissement “casino” et l'actif à conserver 10 ans.

Émission du 20/05/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Julidé Ninek, Fondatrice et CEO de Moneykiiz, et Benoît Berchebru, Directeur de l'ingénierie patrimoniale et fiscale groupe DLPK. Vos questions en live : À 30 ans, faut-il déjà préparer sa retraite ?J'ai de l'argent à placer mais j'ai peur de le perdre en investissant du coup je ne fais rien. Avez-vous une solution ?Créer une holding, c'est pour les riches ou pour tout le monde ? Quel intérêt ?Transmettre une entreprise ou un bien immobilier à ses enfants : comment éviter la double peine fiscale ?La QUESTION CASH : L'investissement “casino” et l'actif à conserver 10 ans.

Allo les Pachas est de retour!!!! Dans cet épisode on parle de vos triangles amoureux...

If you want to vote on the proposals in the Gardens Allo Capital Builders fun, you can mint an Allo Patron NFT at https://www.allo.capital/patron - You'll join the Allominati and can vote on your proposals of choice.  The Allo.Capital Builders Fund https://app.gardens.fund/gardens/10/0x1eba7a6a72c894026cd654ac5cdcf83a46445b08/0xd3345828914b740fddd1b8ae4f4d2ce03d1e0960/123  https://x.com/gardens_fund  https://www.allo.capital/    Timestamps -  00:00 Introduction to Alo Capital and Its Vision 02:15 Exploring the Gardens Allo Builders Fund 06:39 Showcasing Innovative Projects in the Alo Ecosystem 13:07 Citizen Salary Proposal: A New Approach to Income

Émission du 13/05/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Wilfrid Galand, Directeur Stratégiste et DGA de Montpensier Arbevel et Louis de Montalembert, Gérant senior chez Sunny Asset Management. Vos questions en live : Le pape peut-il avoir un impact sur les marchés financiers ? Faut-il encore acheter la bourse américaine ? Accalmie sur les droits de douanes : le moment de revenir en bourse ? Grand remaniement géopolitique : quels seront les gagnants et les perdants ? Bourse chinoise : opportunité ou piège du moment ? Bourse : c'est en Europe que ça se passe ? Le CAC 40 est-il corrélé à l'économie réelle ?La QUESTION CASH : L'investissement “casino” et l'actif à conserver 10 ans.

Sweetheart, darling, ducky, honey, sausage, poppet, mate and of course... love. This week, Mitch and Isi discuss names of affection, or 'pet names' in the UK. Interactive Transcript Support Easy English and get interactive transcripts and bonus content for all our episodes: easyenglish.fm/membership Transcript Isi: [0:00] Treacle. - Alright treacle? - Pumpkin, muffin, poppet, sausage. - Allo sausage. - And cabbage?! Mitch: [0:10] Cabbage is not one. Isi: [0:12] Mate. Mitch: [0:13] Mate. Alright, mate. Hello, mate. What's up, mate? Hiya, mate! Isi: [0:17] Then we got love and lovely again. And how is the use in the north? What you would say to someone? Mitch: [0:24] Hiya love. Isi: [0:24] No. Mitch: [0:25] Oh, sorry. Y'alright, love? Isi: [0:27] No. Ta love. Mitch: [0:30] Ta love. Isi: [0:31] Soft and lovin', Mitch: [0:33] Soft and lovin'. Mate is a good thing to go in with, for anyone. Isi: [0:38] Angel. - Angel! - Oh I don't like angel, nah. Mitch: [0:43] I feel a bit sick. Support Easy English and get interactive transcripts and bonus content for all our episodes: easyenglish.fm/membership

Émission du 06/05/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Muriel Hadjadj, Co-fondatrice chez Essor Conseil et Stéphane van Huffel, Président de SVH Conseil. Vos questions en live : La pierre est-elle toujours rentable ? Faut-il toujours en avoir dans son patrimoine ? Si oui, dans quelles villes investir ? Taux d'endettement : comment continuer à emprunter avec un taux qui est déjà à la limite ?J'ai des projets de placements d'argent, qui aller voir ? Est-ce que je vais plutôt voir un conseiller en gestion de patrimoine indépendant ? Une banque ? Ou une banque privée ?Le gouvernement fait la chasse aux niches fiscales … lesquelles vont perdurer ? Comment investir en optimisant sa fiscalité ?La QUESTION CASH : L'investissement “casino” et l'actif à conserver 10 ans.

Alessandra Muglia analizza il risultato delle elezioni presidenziali nel Paese dell'Europa orientale, dove il candidato di ultradestra George Simion ha vinto al primo turno conquistando il 40% dei voti. Stefano Montefiori parla del programma «Choose Europe», con cui l'Unione europea vuole attrarre i ricercatori in fuga dagli Stati Uniti di Trump. Gaia Piccardi racconta il primo giorno del tennista azzurro, dopo lo stop di 3 mesi per il caso doping..I link di corriere.it:Elezioni in Romania: il sovranista Simion in vantaggio con il 40%Chi è George Simion, il «legionario » con un passato da hooliganIl ritorno di Jannik Sinner: «Sono stato in famiglia. Ora ho voglia di giocare»

Émission du 29/04/2025 présentée par Amaury de Tonquédec avec Thomas Fonsegrive, Directeur général et fondateur de Marigny Capital, et Céline Piquemal-Prade, Présidente et fondatrice de Piquemal Houghton Investments. Vos questions en live : Faut-il arrêter votre DCA sur le MSCI World ? Produits structurés = rendements garantis ?Comment débuter en bourse ? Effet de levier : pourquoi pas ?Une décroissance mondiale est-elle à prévoir ?La QUESTION CASH : L'investissement “casino” et l'actif à conserver 10 ans.