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Deux trajectoires hors normes, deux entreprises nées en Wallonie et aujourd’hui valorisées plus d’un milliard de dollars. Dans cet épisode du Brief, nous partons à la rencontre de Fabien Pinckaers, CEO de Odoo, et Fabrice Brion, CEO de I-care, les deux seules licornes wallonnes. Fondée en 2002, Odoo développe des logiciels de gestion open source utilisés par des millions d’entreprises à travers le monde. Comptabilité, ressources humaines, ventes, logistique: la société ambitionne de devenir un acteur incontournable du logiciel d’entreprise et de franchir le cap du milliard d’euros de chiffre d’affaires d’ici 2027. De son côté, I-care, créée en 2004, est devenue le leader mondial de la maintenance prédictive industrielle. Grâce à des capteurs et à l’intelligence artificielle, l’entreprise aide les industriels à anticiper les pannes et à optimiser leurs équipements. En 2025, elle a dépassé pour la première fois le cap du milliard de dollars de valorisation. Que change réellement le statut de "licorne"? Faut-il entrer en bourse ou préserver coûte que coûte son indépendance? Comment recruter, former et retenir les talents dans un contexte de croissance rapide? Et surtout, que signifie entreprendre et grandir depuis la Wallonie, face à la concurrence américaine et asiatique? Un échange sans filtre sur la stratégie, la culture d’entreprise, le rapport au travail et l’ambition internationale de deux patrons qui façonnent le paysage entrepreneurial belge. Journalistes: Ondine Werres et Arnaud Martin Le Brief, le podcast matinal de L'Echo Ce que vous devez savoir avant de démarrer la journée, on vous le sert au creux de l’oreille, chaque matin, en 7 infos, dès 7h. Le Brief, un podcast éclairant, avec l’essentiel de l’info business, entreprendre, investir et politique. Signé L’Echo. Abonnez-vous sur votre plateforme d'écoute favorite Apple Podcast | Spotify | Podcast Addict l Castbox | Deezer | Google PodcastsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Många väljer fond utifrån stjärnbetyg och historisk avkastning. Ofta är det precis fel sak att göra. I avsnittet går vi igenom den fulla fondvalsprocessen vi använder professionellt, hur syfte, tillgångsslag, risk, nyckeltal, förvaltarstil och marknadssyn tillsammans avgör vilken fond som faktiskt passar i portföljen.Investeringar i finansiella instrument är förknippade med risk och en investering kan både öka och minska i värde eller komma att bli värdelös. Historisk avkastning är ingen garanti för framtida avkastning.Ingen del av podcasten skall uppfattas som en uppmaning eller rekommendation att utföra eller disponera över någon typ av investering eller att ingå några andra transaktioner. De uppfattningar som redogjorts för i podcasten återspeglar de medverkandes uppfattning för tillfället och kan således komma att ändras. Informationen i podcasten tar inte hänsyn till någon specifik mottagares särskilda investeringsmål, ekonomiska situation eller behov. Informationen är inte att betrakta som en personlig rekommendation eller ett investeringsråd. Adekvat och professionell rådgivning skall alltid inhämtas innan några investeringsbeslut fattas och varje sådant investeringsbeslut fattas självständigt av kunden och på dennes eget ansvar. Max Matthiessen frånsäger sig allt ansvar för direkt eller indirekt förlust eller skada som grundar sig på användandet av information i podcasten.

Många väljer fond utifrån stjärnbetyg och historisk avkastning. Ofta är det precis fel sak att göra. I avsnittet går vi igenom den fulla fondvalsprocessen vi använder professionellt, hur syfte, tillgångsslag, risk, nyckeltal, förvaltarstil och marknadssyn tillsammans avgör vilken fond som faktiskt passar i portföljen.Investeringar i finansiella instrument är förknippade med risk och en investering kan både öka och minska i värde eller komma att bli värdelös. Historisk avkastning är ingen garanti för framtida avkastning.Ingen del av podcasten skall uppfattas som en uppmaning eller rekommendation att utföra eller disponera över någon typ av investering eller att ingå några andra transaktioner. De uppfattningar som redogjorts för i podcasten återspeglar de medverkandes uppfattning för tillfället och kan således komma att ändras. Informationen i podcasten tar inte hänsyn till någon specifik mottagares särskilda investeringsmål, ekonomiska situation eller behov. Informationen är inte att betrakta som en personlig rekommendation eller ett investeringsråd. Adekvat och professionell rådgivning skall alltid inhämtas innan några investeringsbeslut fattas och varje sådant investeringsbeslut fattas självständigt av kunden och på dennes eget ansvar. Max Matthiessen frånsäger sig allt ansvar för direkt eller indirekt förlust eller skada som grundar sig på användandet av information i podcasten.

Anne Ghesquière reçoit Guillaume Fond, médecin psychiatre, chercheur et enseignant à l'université. Peut-on soulager le stress, l'anxiété, la dépression, le déclin cognitif ou le brouillard mental grâce à des compléments alimentaires bien choisis ? Que nous disent les méta-analyses internationales les plus récentes sur les vitamines, plantes, minéraux ? Quel est le rôle du microbiote, du nerf vague mais aussi des carences nutritionnelles dans notre équilibre psychique ? Comment démêler le vrai du faux dans la jungle des gélules, des vitamines et des extraits de plantes ? Bien comprendre les OMEGA 3, la DHA, le rôle de la Vitamine D, de la B9 et du Zinc. Le Dr Guillaume Fond explore les liens profonds entre alimentation, compléments, cerveau et santé mentale, en s'appuyant sur les dernières données scientifiques. Son ouvrage Compléments alimentaires & santé mentale est publié chez Flammarion. Épisode #666Quelques citations du podcast avec Guillaume Fond :"Patience et régularité sont vraiment la clé.""Ce qu'on met dans notre assiette conditionne la façon dont nos gènes s'expriment.""Un stress psychique a des conséquences physiologiques."À réécouter :#609 Bien nourrir son cerveau : stress, anxiété, dépressionRecevez chaque semaine l'inspirante newsletter Métamorphose par Anne GhesquièreDécouvrez Objectif Métamorphose, notre programme en 12 étapes pour partir à la rencontre de soi-même.Suivez nos RS : Insta, Facebook & TikTokAbonnez-vous sur Apple Podcast /Spotify / Deezer / CastBox / YoutubeSoutenez Métamorphose en rejoignant la Tribu MétamorphoseThèmes abordés lors du podcast avec Guillaume Fond :00:00 Introduction01:30 L'invité03:12 Les différents compléments alimentaires03:50 Santé mentale et nutrition06:24 L'efficacité des compléments alimentaires07:45 Durée et régularité10:03 Les idées reçues11:28 Un marché controversé12:36 L'importance de la transdisciplinarité13:53 Les compléments à l'efficacité avérée15:28 Les carences prioritaires16:22 Les extraits de plantes : vigilance !17:44 Théanine et retard de phase22:35 Les garanties des méta-analyses23:36 La santé mentale au quotidien27:04 Le rôle clé du cerveau29:17 Troubles psychiques et conséquences physiologiques30:27 Le DHA pour nourrir le cerveau32:59 L'importance de la vitamine D34:03 Folates et vitamine B934:52 Attention au zinc ?35:11 Cure ou prise quotidienne ?38:11 L'impact des bouleversements hormonaux40:37 Priorité au cerveau dénutri44:05 Les limites des allégations de santé47:24 Les compléments efficaces contre la dépression48:51 Cerveau, nerf vague et microbiote50:30 Faut-il tester son microbiote ?51:41 Probiotiques et dépression59:33 Algues et oméga-301:01:52 La vit C : attention au surdosage01:02:59 En cas des stress01:05:08 Safran et TDAHAvant-propos et précautions à l'écoute du podcast Photo © Geoffroy Mathieu / Leextra / Éditions Flammarion Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:19:17 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - En 1992, pour "Les chemins de la connaissance" Olivier Clément et Marie-Madeleine Davy rappelaient, en vingt petites minutes, qui fut Léon Chestov, né à Kiev en 1866, mort à Paris en 1938. - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé - invités : Marie-Madeleine Davy; Olivier Clément

durée : 00:09:03 - L'invité de 7h50 - par : Benjamin Duhamel - Après la mise en délibéré, Rodolphe Bosselut, avocat de Marine Le Pen, affirme que "la complexité du dossier a fait irruption" au procès en appel du Rassemblement national Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

durée : 00:09:03 - L'invité de 7h50 - par : Benjamin Duhamel - Après la mise en délibéré, Rodolphe Bosselut, avocat de Marine Le Pen, affirme que "la complexité du dossier a fait irruption" au procès en appel du Rassemblement national Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

Skandinavian Folklore and Feast Days.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Syv Slags Kaker. (or, Seven Sorts of  Cookies)December 22nd – Evening, Five Days LaterJorunn said, “Well, Gunnar, we are back at our starting point, and this concludes the tour. We got off to a rough start on the first day, but since then, I have enjoyed spending time with you. After my mom got divorced, I stopped dating. Sure, I went out in mixed groups with my friends, but I cannot remember the last time I went somewhere, by myself, with a man. The divorce made me lose all confidence and trust in men. Why enter a relationship, and give my heart to a man, knowing it is going to fail? My father hurt my mother and me so badly, that neither of us have recovered. You were so wonderful to me this week, and showed me that not all men are like my father.”Jorunn looked at me with pleading eyes, “I don’t want this tour to end. I don’t want you to leave. Can you please stay in Oslo at least a few more days?”Jorunn didn’t want me to go. And I didn’t want to leave her either. I replied, “Jorunn, I cannot think of anyone or any place I would rather be than here in Oslo, with you.”Jorunn said, “It’s still early enough that we may be able to find seating without a reservation. I know a great place for seafood.”“Lead on,” I replied.Jorunn and I discussed the now-completed tour while enjoying a delicious dinner at a small kafé. I offered suggestions for the tour, but otherwise let her know I enjoyed seeing Norway, and I told her what a wonderful guide she was. After returning to America, I promised to recommend her tours to everyone I knew.As I looked over the dessert menu, I asked Jorunn, “I’m willing to stay a few more days. Are there any other Norwegian Christmas traditions or activities worth doing over the next few days?”“If you put down that dessert menu, there is one called Syv Slags Kaker. I baked seven kinds of cookies to celebrate Jul. If you come to my house, we can have coffee and you can sample all seven kinds.”“That sounds great,” I replied. Jorunn was inviting me to her home. She was beautiful and funny, and I admit I developed fantasies about her as I watched her vlog videos back in the nursing home. Heck, I even created new fantasies over the last week. She was much warmer toward me at the end of the tour. In Tromsø, we shared a blanket as we rode in a sleigh pulled by an actual reindeer. But after the Nutcracker ballet, I held back and did not cross any lines. Could a 56-year-old man and a 25-year-old woman have a sexual relationship? I managed to keep up with Jorunn all week and didn’t see any reason not to. I reached below the table to carefully re-position myself before standing up.We made our way to the Train Station and rode to Jorunn’s neighborhood. As we walked to her house, I noticed many homes with a lighted star in one of the windows.“What are those stars,” I asked.“They are a tradition in Norway. A star is lit on the first Sunday of Advent to help guide the Three Wise Men.”We stopped in front of a modest house. There was no star in the window, but I saw sheaves of oats hung from one of the trees. I was familiar with the tradition of putting out something for the birds in the frigid days of December. As we stepped inside, I was suddenly surprised. “Hi, Mom! I would like you to meet Gunnar Larsen.”“Good evening, Mr. Larsen. Jorunn has been sending me text messages all week about your exciting travels. I hope you enjoyed your tour. My name is Leah.”This was not what I expected. I hoped to be alone with Jorunn. The family resemblance was striking and quite apparent. Leah’s straight hair was a bit shorter than Jorunn’s but matched her daughter’s pure blonde color. Her blue eyes stood out from her attractive face. She was wearing a multi-colored Norwegian Dale sweater and green trousers. I possessed absolutely no experience telling how old Norwegian women are. She must be in her forties but looked younger.I said, “I enjoyed Jorunn’s tour very much. Your daughter is quite talented in many ways. Please, call me Gunnar.”Jorunn said, “Gunnar was asking about other Jul traditions and activities here in Norway over Christmas. I thought Syv Slags Kaker would be a good one, and your cookies are the best ones in Oslo. I’ll make us some coffee.”Leah looked at me, “Please sit Gunnar. How much longer will you be staying in Norway?”I replied, “About two more weeks. I wanted to celebrate the New Year here before returning to America.”I talked about the completed tour, and she seemed interested enough that I rambled on.“I really enjoyed visiting Lillehammer. It brought back memories of watching the 1994 Winter Olympics, probably my favorite one. The music was fantastic, and the woman who sang the Olympic Hymn at the opening ceremony possessed such a wonderful voice.”Leah replied, “Her name is Sissel Kyrkjebø. She is still extremely popular today, and we consider her a national treasure. I was 18 at the time, and worked at those Olympics.”“I’d love to hear more about that,” I replied. “It was nice to see many of the venues still being used. I also enjoyed the Olympic Museum in Maihaugen, which told the history of the 1994 Olympics. I was surprised to learn that Norway has won more Olympic medals than any other country. But the highlight for me was riding the chairlift to the top of the Lysgårdsbakkene ski jump. The views were amazing. I can’t imagine anyone being brave enough to make such a jump.”“I agree with you on that!” laughed Leah.I continued, “We also flew to Tromsø, and I got to see the Northern Lights. We can sometimes see them in southern Minnesota, but they were much more impressive here with the clear Norwegian air. Jorunn and I took a ride in a sleigh, pulled by actual reindeer. Reindeer are much larger than I thought. We visited a Sami farm, where we ate reindeer stew and learned about the Sami culture.”“I’ve never been, but I hear it’s really fun,” replied Leah.“Bærums Verk was also a highlight. You may already know that the town dates to the 1600s. I loved the old buildings and cobbled streets. Although the Christmas Market was small, I found it unique, with artisans selling handmade crafts. It was nice to see the old crafts like glassblowing, ironwork, and woodworking.”Jorunn returned with a large tray, holding coffee and cookies, and we began sampling.Leah asked, “Did you take Gunnar to Pepperkakebyen in Bergen? It’s a marvelous gingerbread village in my hometown. There are over 200 small gingerbread houses, and with the tiny lights turned on, it looks so real.”Jorunn replied, “A week goes by quickly, mamma. There is only so much time. The gingerbread houses are very nice, and I have fond memories of going there with you.”As we continued talking and munching cookies, I looked around at the decorations. There was an advent calendar, wreaths, angels, gnomes called nisse, hearts, stars, and candles. The decorations looked more natural, perhaps a bit less commercialized than in America. There was a real tree, complete with its wonderful pine smell, a star at the top, garland, tinsel, ornaments, and white lights.I looked at Leah, “I noticed that you don’t have a Christmas star in the window as many of the other houses do.”Leah replied, “I found my former husband in bed with another woman. I immediately divorced him. Among the many things he took from Jorunn and I, was our Christmas Star.”Leah sounded deeply hurt and from more than just the missing star. After tasting the last of the seven cookies, Leah asked how I liked them. “The waffle-like Krumkaker was probably my favorite. We tried making them in Minnesota, but yours turned out so much better. And, of course, the Pepperkaker gingerbread stars were great.” I held up another cookie and said, “I don’t know the name of this one, but it was also excellent.”Leah replied, “That one is Serinakaker, a Norwegian butter cookie.”I realized the inevitable, “It is getting late. Thank you both, Leah and Jorunn, for a wonderful evening. I need to get back to my hotel and figure out what to do over the next few days.”I saw Jorunn look at her mother, who nodded. As I stood up, Leah did too. “Nonsense, Gunnar. I won’t have it. Come, spend Christmas with Jorunn and me! Nearly everything in Oslo shuts down in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and stays closed until the 27th. No restaurants or shops will be open. I have an unused bedroom upstairs. Come celebrate Jul with us.”I caught the signal between mother and daughter and wondered if this was pre-planned. But spending Christmas alone in my hotel sounded almost as bad as spending it alone in the nursing home. It was an easy decision. “I accept.”Leah said, “Good. I’ll stop by your hotel tomorrow and help you move your things. Perhaps we can have lunch as well at one of the restaurants along Karl Johans gate.”“It would be my pleasure, ” I replied. “Let’s say, about 11:00 AM”Little Christmas EveDecember 23rd - MorningIt was December 23rd, known in Norway as Lille Julaften. Spending Christmas with Leah and Jorunn created a problem for me. I needed to find at least one Christmas present for each, just in case they bought a gift for me. I got up early and headed out to search. Reflecting on last night, and indeed, the last week, it ended up being far simpler than I feared. I soon found a gift for each, along with reusable cloth gift bags in Christmas colors.I heard a knock on my hotel door and opened it. Leah stood there, holding a coat over her arm. She was wearing a traditional Norwegian folk costume called a bunad. Her blonde hair, simply styled, was highlighted by two attractive braids.I smiled and said, “What a pleasant surprise. You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale.”She looked past me into the messy room, then took a step toward me and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. She stepped back and started laughing. “It didn’t work. I am a fairy tale princess, but you are still a frog! It looks like we have some work to do cleaning up your lily pad.”As Leah entered the room, I said, “I already packed a small bag, enough for a few days.”Leah walked over to the pile of clothes from my week-long trip. She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Then she pulled a wool sweater out from the pile. “Keep your wool sweaters away from the rest of your dirty clothes. Wool is harder to clean and may pick up the smell. Let me see what else you packed.”Leah dumped out my small gym bag onto the bed and then began tossing things aside. “This won’t do. We need to take all of your clothes back to my house and wash them.”Fond memories returned. Whenever we went on a trip, Solveig would always dump out my suitcase and re-load it with other clothes. Solvieg would also pick out clothes for me to wear whenever we dressed to go out to weddings or a party.Leah said, “Don’t expect me to wash them for you. I have other things to do to get ready for Christmas. You’ll have enough free time you can wash them yourself. We will gather everything up after we come back from lunch.”What a woman! I can see where Jorunn inherited her strong personality. We left my hotel, and Leah took me to one of her favorite kafés. As we walked, Leah’s bunad drew eyes, and attracted smiles, as if she were a magnet. As we waited for our food, I asked Leah about her bunad.Leah replied, “I don’t get to wear my bunad very often. I usually wear it for National Day in May, and for weddings and baptisms, but I haven’t been to many of those lately. Christmas is also an acceptable time to wear it.”Leah wore the traditional white blouse with a silver neckpin. Her vest was bright red with a handmade breastplate. Her navy skirt was trimmed with intricate embroidery, and covered in front by a white apron. Around her waist and running down the front was a decorative handwoven belt.“I grew up east of Bergen, in the Hardanger region, so my bunad is in the Hardanger style. While details may vary, you can tell where someone is from by which style of bunad they are wearing. It would not be proper to choose a bunad from a different region simply because you prefer a different color.”“That’s a lovely silver brooch you have on. It looks very old.”“It was my grandmother’s. Norwegians have a spiritual connection to silver, and silver brooches are handed down for many generations. One day, it will be Jorunn’s.”The food was excellent. I have not eaten a bad meal here in Norway. Leah was a great conversationalist, and she freely shared her humor and wit. Her stories from the 1994 Olympics were fascinating, and even though Jorunn and I were just there, I wanted to go back. I learned Leah worked as a radiology technician at a local hospital here in Oslo and took the entire holiday off. The meal finished too quickly, and we returned to my hotel.As we gathered my assorted clothing, I saw one of my socks on the floor, so I walked around Leah to pick it up. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with her. We stared at each other for a moment, then moved at the same time. Our lips came together, and we kissed. Not a gentle kiss, but a passionate one, long and deep. Intentions were clear on both sides.We separated. Leah said, “I have not had sex since divorcing my husband nearly three years ago. That bastard took away more than my Christmas Star, he took away my trust in men. I am forty-seven years old. I never go out on dates, because I’m afraid to open my heart again to another man. Jorunn texted me every night for the past week and would send short videos she took during the day. She kept repeating how much fun she was having with you, and how nice a man you are. I know it sounds funny, but after watching and reading what Jorunn sent me, I feel like I already know you, and have made it past the first date. I know you lost the woman you loved. I cannot replace her in your heart, but if you are ready, I would like to share mine.”This was unexpected. “When I was in Minnesota, I watched Jorunn’s vlog almost every night. She is so sweet and funny and does such an excellent job. Even though I never met Jorunn, I felt like I knew her. To use your dating analogy, it’s one of the reasons I picked her as a tour guide. I felt comfortable with Jorunn and was too afraid to trust another tour company. When I came to Norway, I left my past behind. It is time for me to find something, or someone, to love.”Our bodies came together, and our lips re-joined. Any fears of rejection vanished as I locked my lips onto those of this beautiful Norwegian woman. Our tongues danced with each other, while our hands moved quickly over each other’s bodies.“Help me take off my bunad,” pleaded Leah.Together, we unclasped, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and untied, removing one layer at a time of the intricate bunad and laying it over a chair. It was like slowly opening the best Christmas present I have ever gotten, as more of Leah’s body slowly revealed itself to me. Her breasts were small, but firm, and went well with her slender frame. I forgot how delicate a woman’s features are, and Leah’s body was perfect in every way. Below her waist, I found a mound of pure blonde hair, barely darker than the color on her head.“I have no other words, you are truly a gorgeous woman, Leah.”“Thank you, Gunnar. Now it’s my turn to have fun.”Leah approached me. With small steps, she moved gracefully. She lifted my pullover shirt, pausing as it obscured my eyes. “Don’t take your shirt off. Just enjoy the sensations.” In the darkness, her fingers teasingly played with the hairs on my chest. A fingernail flicked back and forth over my nipple, drawing it to an erection. Moving lower, Leah unbuckled my trousers and slid them down, taking my knickers with them. I was not yet erect, but moving rapidly in that direction. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock and lifted, while a single fingernail twirled against my ball sack. Her tongue dragged across the tip of my cock. Then, Leah’s hands moved behind me to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks. Her warm breath washed over my cock.Leah stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of my trousers. We remained like this, both naked, looking longingly at each other. Leah reached up and touched my hair. “You have just a touch of grey. I like that. Few mature men are as blessed as you, with a firm, lean body. I see all kinds of patients. You look like a forty-year-old.”I suppose that was one benefit of eating the low-fat, low-sugar, and tasteless nursing home food. I lost nearly thirty pounds. “I am older than I look, and you should know that I had a stroke two years ago. I am doing much better, but still have a balance issue, and sometimes slur my words."Slurring your words might just be because you have a lazy tongue. Perhaps we can find a way to fix that later.”For a moment, I wondered what she meant, then hoped my notions might come true. Leah dropped to her knees directly in front of me and ran a finger along my nearly erect shaft. “It feels so nice to touch a real one again. What a lovely cock you have.”I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a very large penis.”Leah laughed, “Anything more than a mouthful is just wasted. Now let’s begin. I will say a Norwegian word, and you repeat it. Listen carefully to my pronunciation and maybe we can fix your American accent.”Leah said, “Penis.” Then she grabbed my cock with her right hand.This might be fun, so I replied, “Penis!”Leah whispered, “Rub.” Then she began gently sliding her hand along my shaft. Without any lubrication, there was quite a bit of friction.I replied, “Rub!”Leah said, “Lick.” Leah extended her tongue, and starting near the base, began leaving wet trails along each side of my glistening cock. The warm softness of her tongue brought me to full erection.It felt fantastic, and I gasped out, “Lick!”Leah said, “Suck.” She opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, using her tongue to tease the underside. Bringing her lips together, I felt the insides of her mouth pressing inward and squeezing tightly against me. When her suction began, she pulled the head of my cock deeper into her mouth. Leah’s head pulled back ever so slightly, allowing her soft lips to glide over me until my cock was almost freed. But not quite. Using the extra room, Leah teased my opening with the tip of her tongue. From the way her tongue easily twirled around, I was certain I contributed my pre-cum.Then her suction pulled me deeper into her mouth. She look

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Le cerveau a des besoins nutritionnels spécifiques pour son bon fonctionnement. Or, l'alimentation moderne répond souvent très mal à ces besoins, participant à l'épidémie de maladies mentales que nous rencontrons. Comment nourrir son cerveau pour prévenir et guérir dépression et autres maladies ? J'en parle avec Guillaume Fond, le plus grand spécialiste français de psychonutrition.Le livre de Guillaume : https://editions.flammarion.com/complements-alimentaires-et-sante-mentale/9782080478597Mon site : https://www.fabricemidal.comFacebook Fabrice Midal : https://www.facebook.com/FabriceMidalFacebook du podcast Dialogues : https://www.facebook.com/dialogues.fmInstagram Fabrice Midal : https://www.instagram.com/fabricemidalInstagram du podcast Dialogues : https://www.instagram.com/fabricemidal_dialogues/Tiktok : https://www.tiktok.com/@fabricemidalMes trois chaînes YouTube :Mes vidéos : https://www.youtube.com/@fabricemidal1Les Dialogues : https://www.youtube.com/@dialoguesfmLes méditations guidées : https://www.youtube.com/@mediteravecfabricemidalMes podcasts :Le podcast de Fabrice Midal (toutes mes vidéos en version audio) :

Klíčové detaily o Babišově fondu. Zamlčel důležité informace? Může se nakonec sám stát správcem? A může mu vložení Agrofertu do trustu někdo překazit? Otázky pro experta na obchodní právo Bohumila Havla z Právnické fakulty Univerzity Karlovy, který je členem legislativní rady vlády. Ptá se Matěj Skalický.

Quand on imagine la fonte de l'Antarctique, on pense spontanément à une glace qui disparaît par le dessus, sous l'effet de l'air plus chaud. Pourtant, la réalité est plus complexe : l'Antarctique fond en grande partie par le dessous. Et ce processus discret, invisible depuis la surface, joue un rôle majeur dans l'accélération de la perte de glace.La calotte glaciaire antarctique repose sur un socle rocheux irrégulier. Dans de nombreuses régions, ce socle se situe même sous le niveau de la mer. Entre la roche et la glace circule de l'eau liquide, formant un immense réseau de rivières et de lacs sous-glaciaires. Cette eau provient principalement de deux sources : la chaleur géothermique émise par la Terre et la pression énorme exercée par la glace elle-même, qui abaisse le point de fusion.Cette fine couche d'eau agit comme un lubrifiant. Elle réduit la friction entre la glace et le sol, permettant aux glaciers de glisser plus facilement vers l'océan. Plus l'eau est abondante, plus la glace se déplace rapidement. Et lorsque ces glaciers atteignent la mer, ils contribuent directement à l'élévation du niveau des océans.À cela s'ajoute un autre mécanisme clé : l'intrusion d'eaux océaniques relativement chaudes sous les plateformes de glace flottantes. Autour de l'Antarctique, certaines masses d'eau profondes sont quelques degrés plus chaudes que l'eau de surface. Elles s'infiltrent sous les plateformes glaciaires et provoquent une fonte basale, c'est-à-dire par le dessous. Ce phénomène amincit la glace, la fragilise et facilite le détachement d'icebergs.Longtemps, ces processus ont été difficiles à quantifier, car ils se déroulent sous plusieurs kilomètres de glace. Mais des chercheurs ont récemment développé un modèle informatique de nouvelle génération capable de simuler, à l'échelle du continent entier, la circulation de l'eau sous-glaciaire et son interaction avec le mouvement de la glace. Ce modèle combine données satellitaires, topographie du socle, température, pression et dynamique des glaciers.Les résultats montrent que l'eau sous-glaciaire ne s'écoule pas au hasard. Elle suit des chemins organisés, influencés par les pentes du terrain et l'épaisseur de la glace. Ces flux contrôlent directement la vitesse des glaciers. Dans certaines régions, un léger changement dans la distribution de l'eau peut suffire à accélérer fortement l'écoulement vers la mer.En résumé, l'Antarctique ne fond pas seulement en surface : il fond par en dessous, sous l'effet conjoint de la chaleur interne de la Terre et des eaux océaniques plus chaudes. Comprendre ces mécanismes est essentiel, car ils conditionnent la stabilité future de la calotte glaciaire et donc l'ampleur de la montée des océans dans les décennies à venir. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Fondée il y a deux ans, le droniste Harmattan AI devient la première licorne française dans la défense, après un accord avec Dassault Aviation. Dans «La Story», le podcast d'actualité des «Echos», Pierrick Fay et ses invités racontent l'histoire de cette jeune pousse, qui, depuis la guerre en Ukraine, a bénéficié de la montée des investissements dans la défense en Europe.« La Story » est un podcast des « Echos » présenté par Pierric Fay. Cet épisode a été enregistré en février 2026. Rédaction en chef : Clémence Lemaistre. Invités : Adrien Lelièvre ( journaliste au service start-up des «Echos») et Pierre de Gasquet ( grand reporter aux «Echos week-end»). Réalisation : Willy Ganne. Chargée de production et d'édition : Clara Grouzis. Musique : Théo Boulenger. Identité graphique : Upian. Photo : Blondet Eliot/Abaca. Sons : Arte, RTL, extrait de «Moi, moche et méchant», de «Les tontons flingueurs» et de «Lord of war».Retrouvez l'essentiel de l'actualité économique grâce à notre offre d'abonnement Access : abonnement.lesechos.fr/lastory Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Demant og Netcompany starter denne uges brag af en dansk regnskabsuge. Millionærklubben tager derfor de friske meldinger under kærlig behandling, kigger frem mod en spændende uge og undersøger om der måske kan opstå gode køb- eller salgsmuligheder. Derudover vender vi friske meldinger fra Ørsted, en amerikansk handelsaftale med Indien og de områder af markedet som dagens panel ser de bedste muligheder i lige nu. Med i studiet er de erfarne investorer Nina Movin, der er adm. direktør i Otto Mønsteds Fond og Lau Svenssen, der er fast porteføljeforvalter i klubben samt chefanalytiker hos Svenssen & Tudborg. Vært: Adam Geil See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

François nous emmène dans Éphésiens 1:20-23 pour en découvrir plus sur notre identité en Christ.

Fondée en 1896 par Charles et Émile Pathé, la compagnie Pathé Frères s'impose très tôt dans les secteurs du cinéma, du phonographe et du disque. D'abord spécialisée dans le phonographe, l'entreprise fondée par les frères Pathé devient rapidement un acteur majeur du cinéma, de la production à la diffusion, tout en innovant techniquement et en créant ses propres salles. Forte de ce succès, la firme Pathé regarde rapidement au-delà des frontières françaises. Dès les premières décennies du XXᵉ siècle, la marque déploie un vaste réseau international : en Europe, aux Amériques, mais aussi en Asie. C'est à Shanghai que la compagnie installe une société locale, qui devient la tête de pont de ses activités asiatiques et fait de la ville l'un des premiers grands centres du disque en Chine.Pourquoi et comment Pathé est-elle devenue une référence emblématique dans l'histoire de l'industrie du disque en Chine ? Pour explorer cette question, nous recevons aujourd'hui Junyuan Jia, docteure en histoire et civilisation et diplômée de l'École des hautes études en sciences sociales. Ses recherches portent sur l'histoire de la compagnie Pathé Orient, la succursale chinoise de Pathé Frères, et plus largement sur les arts de la scène en Chine.

durée : 00:03:30 - Sous les radars - par : Sébastien LAUGENIE - C'est une photo qui marquera les esprits, l'eurodéputé autrichien du FPÖ, parti fondé par d'anciens Nazis, Harald Vilimsky a été reçu par le Premier ministre israélien Benjamin Netanyahou à Jérusalem. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:03:30 - Sous les radars - par : Sébastien LAUGENIE - C'est une photo qui marquera les esprits, l'eurodéputé autrichien du FPÖ, parti fondé par d'anciens Nazis, Harald Vilimsky a été reçu par le Premier ministre israélien Benjamin Netanyahou à Jérusalem. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

The Sturgeon Spectacular in Fond du Lac celebrates the start of the sturgeon spearing season with winter activities. 

I denne episoden av #pengepodden møter du Jørgen Müller, forvalter for Holberg Norge og Holberg Norden, som deler hvordan Holberg tenker om nordiske aksjer, risiko og langsiktighet. Han gir innsikt i hvorfor Novo Nordisk har blitt en sentral posisjon i porteføljen til tross for perioder med betydelig støy i markedet, og hvordan porteføljen bygges rundt konkurransefortrinn og en tydelig investeringsfilosofi. Du får også korte innblikk i andre nordiske selskaper som porteføljen følger.Denne podcasten skal anses som markedsføringsmateriell, og innholdet må ikke oppfattes som en investeringsanbefaling. Podcasten er kun ment til informasjonsformål. Nordnet tar ikke ansvar for eventuelle tap som måtte oppstå ved bruk av informasjonen i denne podcasten. Les mer på Nordnet.no Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cette semaine, on se jase d'entraînement croisé, plus spécifiquement de ski. Avec Julien Yamba et Julien Lachance, on jase de ski de fond et de skimo/ski de randonnée. On jase d'histoire, d'avantages, d'inconvénients, un peu de technique, les gars vous donnent leurs meilleurs conseils pour avoir du fun dans ces 2 sports de glisse, mais on vous donne surtout envie de sortir jouer dehors en hiver ❤️ Ramasse tes skis pi GOOOOO! Bonne écoute

Fondé à l'origine comme un courtier en prêts immobiliers, Meilleurtaux s'est depuis diversifié pour offrir ses services de comparaison à une gamme élargie de produits financiers, notamment l'assurance emprunteur et l'épargne.Thomas Vandeville explique comment son entreprise a su relever le défi de la complexité des produits financiers grâce à son expertise et son indépendance. Il révèle les subtilités qui se cachent derrière des produits a priori simples, comme les fonds euros des contrats d'assurance-vie, et l'importance de bien les comparer pour optimiser les rendements. L'invité partage également son constat sur la culture financière des Français, qui reste moins développée que dans d'autres pays. Mais il se montre optimiste, notant que la prise de conscience s'accélère, notamment chez les jeunes générations, un enjeu crucial pour la préparation de la retraite.Les auditeurs découvriront comment Meilleurtaux travaille en étroite collaboration avec les acteurs du marché pour concevoir des produits d'épargne innovants, bénéficiant de conditions avantageuses grâce à la puissance de sa communauté de clients.Enfin, Thomas Vandeville revient sur la loi Lemoine, qui facilite le changement d'assurance emprunteur, et les économies substantielles que les Français peuvent réaliser en s'emparant de cette opportunité, malgré les freins liés à l'éducation financière.Cet épisode captivant offre un éclairage passionnant sur les coulisses du secteur financier et les défis de la transparence et de l'accessibilité des produits pour le grand public. Une discussion riche en enseignements pour tous ceux qui souhaitent mieux comprendre et maîtriser leurs finances personnelles.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Boris Mbarga est le phénomène du MMA belge, combattant et explosant des mecs dans 3 catégories différentes, il vise des ceintures en -84kg, -93kg et -120kg.À 27 ans, rien ne l'arrête, et que ce soit son style dans la cage ou en dehors, il est clairement une star en devenir. Mais qui est l'homme derrière le Titan ?0:00 Intro1:00 Son enfance10:00 vivre dans la rue à 14 ans12:50 le choix entre le légal et l'illégal13:50 à partir de quel âge il a commencé à se battre15:00 gagner de l'argent pour survivre, par tous les moyens, mais sans avoir les papiers23:20 livreur, le pire travail qu'il ait jamais fait26:00 comment il commence réellement les sports de combats29:20 il plaque tout et se lance à FOND dans le MMA30:20 premier combat, gros coup de pression du coach37:10 combattre dans 3 catégories38:50 « Je ne suis qu'à 20% de mon plein potentiel »41:41 l'incroyable relation avec Patrick Habirora45:30 avoir un coach qui te garde les pieds sur terre Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Aujourd'hui, Didier Giraud, éleveur de bovins, Fatima Aït Bounoua, prof de français, et Antoine Diers, consultant, débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

A l'occasion de la Semaine de prière pour l'unité des chrétiens, "La foi prise au mot" met le projecteur sur l'une des plus belles initiatives oecuméniques du monde francophone : le groupe des Dombes. Fondé juste avant la guerre de 1940 dans les environs de Lyon, ce groupe de théologiens catholiques et protestants n'a cessé depuis de proposer des pistes de réflexion pour une théologie commune. Pour découvrir son histoire (ses origines et son développement), son fonctionnement et les avancées qu'il a permises, Régis Burnet reçoit ses deux co-présidents : le Pasteur Jacques-Noël Pérès, professeur (émérite) à l'Institut Protestant de Paris, et le Père Jean-François Chiron, prêtre du diocèse de Chambéry et professeur de théologie à l'université catholique de Lyon. Retour sur une belle histoire commune entre protestants et catholiques et sur ses avancées. Emission du 18 janvier 2015.

Caitríona Uí Shioradáin, Stiúrthóir Cúnta Altranais ó Sheirbhísí Leanaí in Ospidéal na hOllscoile Mhaigh Eo. Tá ceardlann eolais á reáchtáil ag Fondúireacht Ospís Mhaigh Eo agus Ros Comáin i nGaillimh Dé Sathairn agus iad ag moltaí ó teaghlaigh a bhfuil taithí acu ag tabhairt aire do pháiste atá tinn.

Send us a textEn février 2022, un gigantesque cargo nommé Felicity Ace prend feu en plein cœur de l'Atlantique avec près de 4 000 voitures de luxe à son bord : Porsche, Audi, Bentley… et même 85 Lamborghini, dont plusieurs Aventador Ultimae, évaluées à des millions de dollars. Pendant des jours, le navire dérive en flammes avant de sombrer à plus de 3 000 mètres de profondeur. Une histoire vraie où la technologie, le luxe et la mer se rencontrent dans un désastre de plusieurs millions de dollars.❤️ TU AS AIMÉ CET ÉPISODE ? Abonne-toi pour recevoir une notification lorsqu'un nouvel épisode sera disponible!

durée : 00:14:48 - Journal de 12h30 - Un premier pas qui ne satisfait pas les aspirations et les espoirs du peuple Kurde en Syrie. Hier, un décret présidentiel a fait du kurde une langue officielle et garantit des droits nationaux à la minorité qui juge le texte insuffisant alors que les combats continuent.

durée : 01:49:02 - Comme un samedi - par : Arnaud Laporte - Cécile Coulon est une raconteuse d'histoires qui nous envoûte avec des romans-contes fiévreux et des recueils de poésie à la fois piquants et doux. Pour sa carte blanche, elle cherche le mot juste en compagnie d'artistes qui manient eux aussi la langue, du slam jusqu'à la bande-dessinée. - réalisation : Alexandre Fougeron - invités : Cécile Coulon Romancière, nouvelliste et poétesse; Catherine Meurisse Illustratrice, dessinatrice de presse et autrice de bande dessinée française; Élise Lépine Journaliste littéraire au Point; Lémofil Chanteur français

So much news to discuss, and so little time to discuss it. So Ben and Dr Dive get right down to it. Bears beat Packers. Indiana makes its move for the Bears. Packers fan Mike Quigley dips his toe into the mayoral waters. For mayor of Fond du Lac? No, Chicago. Yes, he loves Matt LaFleur but he wants to be mayor of Ben Johnson City. Will he take the plunge? As long as Mayors Daley or Rahm aren't running, he just might. JB meets the media. And more… See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

La toute 1ère start-up 2026 invitée sur tech 45' est franco-américaine

Gilles Gressani, directeur et cofondateur du Grand Continent, explique au micro de Steven Jambot comment sa revue s'est structurée au point de devenir une référence européenne du débat intellectuel et stratégique, en mêlant réactivité et approche du temps long. Fondé en 2019, Le Grand Continent a fait souffler un vent de fraîcheur sur le monde des revues. Pour Gilles Gressani, son directeur et cofondateur, l'espace médiatique est trop souvent saturé par des thématiques locales qui occultent les enjeux globaux, alors que les questions internationales sont désormais « surdéterminantes de l'espace national lui-même », explique celui qui est aussi président du groupe d'études géopolitiques. En s'affranchissant de « 95 % des polémiques un peu inutiles », sa revue fait le choix délibéré du temps long pour se concentrer sur les transformations structurelles et brutales du politique.  Le numérique comme levier Bien que la revue paraisse annuellement en format papier chez Gallimard, elle est avant tout un pure player, un média né en ligne. Gilles Gressani y voit une « énorme possibilité de démocratisation », permettant de diffuser des analyses profondes auprès de millions de lecteurs. Face à la captation de l'attention par des contenus superficiels, il mise sur l'intelligence du public : « Mon pari, c'est toujours de penser que les lectrices et les lecteurs sont des individus, des personnes qui ont une souveraineté, qui sont intelligents et que du coup on ne doit pas prémâcher le travail pour eux. » Une revue « en 3D » Le modèle économique de la revue repose sur une stricte indépendance, sans publicité, financé par une communauté d'abonnés qui a presque triplé en un an, se félicite Gilles Gressani. Il compare la fabrication de ses contenus à celle d'un « restaurant de très grande qualité » où le savoir-faire artisanal transforme des produits bruts – analyses de chercheurs ou documents sources traduits – en clés de compréhension. Ce média ne se limite pas à ses contenus : il se déploie physiquement à travers des débats dans plusieurs villes européennes et très prochainement des masterclasses. Cette approche, qualifiée de « revue en 3D » par le journaliste Nicolas Truong, favorise de véritables confrontations d'idées. Pour Gilles Gressani, cet engagement, incarné par le Grand continent, est vital car « la capacité de résister à la nouvelle recolonisation passe d'abord par la capacité à résister à la colonisation des cerveaux ».

Tribes are raising concerns about U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) activity and the safety of their tribal citizens living in the Twin Cities after 37-year-old Renee Good was fatally shot by an ICE agent Wednesday in Minneapolis. The Fond du Lac Band of Lake Superior Chippewa, White Earth Nation, Leech Lake Band of Ojibwe, and Red Lake Nation have issued releases expressing remorse for Good and her family. A number of Native groups have also extended their condolences, included the Minnesota Indian Women's Sexual Assault Coalition and Native Women Running. The restaurant Owamni by Sioux Chef Sean Sherman, in Minneapolis, closed after the shooting. In a social media post, Owamni said it will reopen with a portion of sales this weekend being donated to Good's family. Tribes are encouraging their citizens to report any interactions with ICE to them, to be mindful of their surrounds, carry identification, including tribal IDs, and to check on elders and relatives in the Twin Cities. The Red Lake Nation is condemning the shooting saying President Donald Trump must be held accountable for his “war of retribution” and that it has 8,000 members living in the Twin Cities where “ICE is presently terrorizing residents.” The Trump administration is justifying the shooting while city and state leaders disagree. The mayor wants ICE to get out of Minneapolis, and so does Lt. Gov. Peggy Flanagan (White Earth/D-MN). On national television during an interview with ABC News Thursday night, Lt. Gov. Flanagan said, “it's time for ICE to get out of Minnesota,” to leave them alone, and that enough is enough. Meanwhile in South Dakota, the Oglala Sioux Tribe is also raising concerns about its tribal citizens living in the Twin Cities. In an advisory to tribal citizens, OST President Frank Star Comes Out said he has been made aware that ICE detained four of their tribal members in Minneapolis. He said tribal attorneys have been instructed to reach out to Flanagan and work toward their release. The advisory to Oglala Lakota citizens also includes how to handle ICE interactions, and to contact Star Comes Out or other officials with the tribe immediately. Brian Bull contributed to this story. The Community Giveback event between MMIW Search & Hope Alliance and Project Lemonade benefited foster youth and generated donations of socks, hats and stuffed animals in Portland, Oreg., Saturday, December 13, 2025. (Courtesy Kimberly Lining) A Portland, Oreg. organization involved with Missing and Murdered Indigenous People (MMIP) awareness and advocacy is holding volunteer training. Brian Bull of Buffalo's Fire reports on what people should expect should they participate in MMIP events. For roughly a year and a half, MMIW Search & Hope Alliance has conducted searches and events that support their community. Founder Kimberly Lining says they rely heavily on volunteers to get things done across the region. Besides being physically fit for hiking, marches, and distributing materials, Lining says it is also important that people are emotionally mature and tough. “How they handle stress. How they handle dealing with confrontation because a lot of times we’re dealing with devastated families. And sometimes their anger can be directed at us, and it’s not personal. It’s because the families are under so much pressure.” Kimberly Lining, founder and coordinator of MMIW Search & Hope Alliance, at its first annual conference held in Gresham, Oreg., on Monday, May 5, 2025. (Photo: Brian Bull) Lining says a common misperception is that volunteering with groups like hers is some kind of true crime adventure, or that all they do is search for bodies. She says most MMIP cases result in finding people who are alive, but even then there can be challenging situations. “A lot of times they’re struggling from an addiction. So we kind of look at that aspect. ‘Hey, do you need to get into detox? Would you like to go here? Do you want to speak to your family?’ We really encourage the missing that we find to call home, call their family, and we offer to give them that resource.” Volunteers with special skills such as scuba diving, rappelling, or operating drones are great, Lining adds. The MMIW Search & Hope Alliance's training will be held on January 10. Get National Native News delivered to your inbox daily. Sign up for our daily newsletter today. Download our NV1 Android or iOs App for breaking news alerts. Check out the latest episode of Native America Calling Friday, January 9, 2026 – Where do Native Americans fit in with America's Semiquincentennial celebration?

Activities at Native organizations and a tribal college in Minneapolis, Minn., were canceled after a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agent fatally shot a woman Wednesday morning in the city. The Minneapolis American Indian Center canceled its Wednesday night programs due to community safety concerns and ICE activity in the neighborhood. The Red Lake Nation College, the Red Lake Nation Embassy, and the tribe's wellness center in Minneapolis closed Wednesday, and are expected to be closed for the rest of the week due to due the incident. MIGIZI, which supports Native youth in the Twin Cities, also canceled its programming. Tribes are expressing concerns about the incident and the safety of Native community members living in the Twin Cities. The Red Lake Tribal Council is urging its citizens to be careful, and to avoid ICE and other federal agents. The council released a two-page written message Wednesday, outlining concerns, which includes asking tribal members to report any interactions with ICE to the tribe's council or embassy. The Fond du Lac Band of Lake Superior Chippewa also raised concerns in a written message to its community about the safety of tribal members living in the Twin Cities. Robert Pilot is the host of Native Roots Radio based in the Twin Cities. He says the Native community is feeling the impacts of the shooting. “The reaction I’ve seen with the Native community is been just a gasp of what’s happened. 75,000 Native Americans live in Minneapolis (Twin Cities area). In that area of the shooting, there’s a very high percentage of Native Americans that live in that community, and they feel their community is being attacked by the federal government.” Pilot says members of the Native community are standing with their allies and took part in demonstrations against ICE on Wednesday in the area of the shooting. “There was a woman Native singer group that sang and it’s all about the healing. And I think the community, especially that community really knows that the Native community is really involved and really vetted into everything that happens there, happens to them. It was only a very short blocks away from the murder of George Floyd and that community is so scarred, but we have a resilience and our Native community is there and was there and is there and will still be there … we also are a big part of the community. And we want people to be safe, but we also want to be heard and be out there and support our community too, because this is our community too and all of Turtle Island is our community.” The woman killed was identified as 37-year-old Renee Good. The Trump administration is justifying the shooting, while the city's mayor disputes that and is demanding ICE leave Minneapolis. The Sandra Day O'Connor U.S. Courthouse in Phoenix, Ariz. (Photo: Gabriel Pietrorazio / KJZZ) A three-judge panel in Phoenix, Ariz., heard arguments on Wednesday over continuing a court-ordered injunction blocking a controversial land exchange. As KJZZ's Gabriel Pietrorazio reports, the land swap would result in a copper mining operation that is estimated to create a two-mile-wide crater, devouring an Apache holy site. It's been 140 days since the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals delayed a land swap first approved by Congress more than a decade ago. According to the 2015 law, 2,400 acres of Tonto National Forest must be turned over to Resolution Copper within 60 days of a final environmental impact statement being published, which happened in June. Plaintiffs in three different cases include the Arizona Mining Reform Coalition, San Carlos Apache Tribe, and a group of Apache women and girls. Defendants asked for the injunction to be lifted, which could lead to an immediate public land transfer. The judges did not say when their decision will be made. Get National Native News delivered to your inbox daily. Sign up for our daily newsletter today. Download our NV1 Android or iOs App for breaking news alerts. Check out the latest episode of Native America Calling Thursday, January 8, 2026 — New post office rule is among potential hurdles for Native voters

Pendant le siège de Leningrad, l'un des plus longs et des plus meurtriers de la Seconde Guerre mondiale, une poignée de scientifiques a accompli un acte de courage presque inimaginable. Alors que la ville était encerclée par les troupes allemandes, coupée de ses ravitaillements et plongée dans une famine extrême, des chercheurs de l'Institut Vavilov ont fait un choix radical : protéger à tout prix une collection de graines, quitte à en mourir.Fondé par le généticien Nikolaï Vavilov, l'institut était à l'époque l'une des plus grandes banques de semences du monde. On y conservait des variétés rares de céréales, de légumineuses, de tubercules et de plantes alimentaires venues des quatre coins du globe. Ces graines n'étaient pas de simples échantillons : elles représentaient des décennies de recherche et, surtout, une réserve génétique essentielle pour l'avenir de l'agriculture mondiale.Lorsque le siège commence en 1941, la situation devient rapidement désespérée. Les rations diminuent, l'hiver est glacial, et la faim tue des centaines de milliers de civils. À l'intérieur de l'institut, les chercheurs vivent entourés de sacs de riz, de blé, de pommes de terre séchées ou de graines oléagineuses. De quoi survivre, au moins temporairement. Pourtant, ils n'y touchent pas.Pour ces scientifiques, consommer la collection aurait été une trahison de leur mission. Ils savaient que ces graines pourraient un jour sauver des populations entières de la famine, bien au-delà de Leningrad et de la guerre. Les manger aurait signifié anéantir un patrimoine irremplaçable, fruit de voyages, d'expéditions et de sacrifices humains considérables.Malgré la faim, le froid, les bombardements et la menace constante des pillages, ils organisent la protection de la collection. Ils déplacent des échantillons, les dissimulent, les surveillent jour et nuit. Certains meurent assis à leur bureau, affaiblis par la malnutrition, entourés de graines intactes. Sur les douze scientifiques restés sur place pendant les pires mois du siège, seuls trois survivent.Leur sacrifice n'a pas été vain. La collection de l'Institut Vavilov a traversé la guerre et existe encore aujourd'hui. Elle contient des centaines de milliers de variétés végétales, dont certaines ont disparu à l'état naturel. Grâce à elles, des chercheurs modernes travaillent sur la résistance aux maladies, au changement climatique et aux famines futures.Cet épisode rappelle que, même au cœur de la barbarie et du désespoir, certains ont choisi de penser à l'humanité de demain. En protégeant ces graines au prix de leur vie, ces scientifiques ont semé bien plus que des plantes : ils ont laissé un héritage moral et scientifique unique dans l'histoire. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Do you notice your mood dip, energy crash, or motivation fade as the days get shorter? Do winter colds seem harder to shake? Tune in as we unpack Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and why seasonal changes can have a very real impact on both mental health and immune resilience. In this episode, we highlight key nutrients that support mood, stress response, and immune function, especially during fall and winter. We walk through the physiology behind seasonal mood changes—light exposure, neurotransmitters, inflammation, and circadian rhythm—and share practical food-as-medicine and supplement strategies you can actually implement. If winter tends to leave you feeling flat, foggy, or run-down, this episode offers science-backed support to help you feel more grounded and resilient through the season. Also in this episode:  Naturally Nourished Academy starts 2/4 - only 2 spots left!  Episode 472 Good, Better, Best with Brenda Bennett What is Seasonal Affective Disorder? Who is most affected by SAD? Symptoms of SAD How Vitamin D status impacts SAD Vitamin D Blood Spot Test  Vitamin D Balanced Blend Vitamin D Balanced Blend Liquid Gloth et al., 1999, Journal of Nutrition, Health & Aging Anglin et al., 2013, British Journal of Psychiatry (Meta-analysis) Force of Nature Ancestral Blends use code ALIMILLERRD Red Light Therapy LumeBox use code BECKIYOO The connection between SAD, mood and metabolism Adrenal Support Adaptogen Boost How Magnesium supports Vitamin D Status Super Greens Cube Relax and Regulate NAC, mood and immune Cellular Antiox NanoSilver Spray Vitamin C Episode 255 Vitamin C, Immune Health and Beyond Episode 262 The Keto-Immune Connection and Natural Immunity Updates Keto Reset Program Routines to support SAD Sunlighten Sauna use code ALIMILLERRD Healthyline PEMF MAT use code BECKIYOO10fs Vibrant Blue Oils   Sponsors for this episode:  This episode is sponsored by FOND Bone Broth, your sous chef in a jar. FOND's bone broths and tallows are produced in small batches with premium ingredients from verified regenerative ranches. Their ingredients are synergistically paired for maximum absorption, nutritional benefit, and flavor. Use code NATURALLY to save at fondbonebroth.com and check out their new demi glace and duck fat!   

Le mouvement de protestation qui se déroule en Iran témoigne de la forte dégradation de la situation économique causée par les sanctions américaines, mais aussi par la corruption et la mauvaise gestion du pays. Alors que l'inflation y dépasse les 50%, la hausse des prix des produits de consommation courante atteint même 80%, touchant de plein fouet les Iraniens dans leur quotidien. De notre correspondant à Téhéran, Les marchés municipaux sont chaque jour bondés à Téhéran. Il en existe dans tous les quartiers de la capitale de l'Iran. Créés par la mairie, ils proposent des produits alimentaires et des fruits et légumes moins chers que dans les magasins privés. Mehdi et Farideh, un couple de cinquantenaires, ont l'habitude de venir faire leurs courses ici même s'ils ne font pas partie des catégories les moins aisées. « Voilà plusieurs années que nous faisons nos courses dans ce marché. Nous y venions même lorsque les prix n'étaient pas aussi élevés. Ici, les prix sont moins chers qu'ailleurs car les produits sont de moins bonne qualité. On doit regarder notre porte-monnaie quand nous faisons nos courses. Si on voulait acheter ces mêmes fruits et légumes ailleurs, nous devrions payer 50% plus cher. Lorsqu'il est venu nous rendre visite récemment, mon fils qui vit à l'étranger n'arrivait pas à croire que les prix avaient autant augmenté. Par exemple, le prix du poulet est sans commune mesure avec son niveau d'il y a deux ou trois ans », expliquent-ils. De nombreux Iraniens des classes les plus pauvres n'ont pas les moyens d'acheter de la viande ou du poulet et beaucoup doivent faire des choix lorsqu'ils font leurs courses. « Les gens achètent ce dont ils ont vraiment besoin » C'est également le cas de Mehdi et Farideh : « Pour certains produits, on en achète moins. Pour d'autres, on les a supprimés. On achète d'abord ce dont nous avons réellement besoin. Pour pouvoir continuer de vivre et manger comme avant, nous avons dû vendre des biens, un terrain par exemple ». Abbas, le gérant de l'épicerie d'à côté, se plaint aussi de la situation économique et de la baisse du pouvoir d'achat de ses clients qui ont fait baisser ses ventes : « Nos ventes ont baissé de 30% à 50%, en particulier les produits laitiers comme le fromage qui a fortement baissé. Les gens achètent ce dont ils ont vraiment besoin. Même constat pour le riz devenu très cher lui aussi : les gens n'en achètent plus. Ou si, auparavant, un client en prenait un sac de plusieurs kilos, désormais il en achète une quantité bien moindre : 500 grammes ou un kilo. » Le riz fait partie des principaux aliments des Iraniens mais son prix a augmenté de près de 300% depuis un an. Nombreux sont ceux qui ont donc été contraints d'en réduire leur consommation. À lire aussiEn Iran, la monnaie au plus bas entraîne une hausse spectaculaire de l'inflation

This whole episode is kind of like a walk of shame, of sorts. Everyone's looped outta their minds. Metaphorical stumbling in heels. Hair looks great. Could use more singing about woodland creatures. Fond memories of Josh Gad and Jeremy Long appear like sugarplum fairies. Wait, am I looped, too?? Aren't we all??Follow @TheMessAroundPod on Instagram, TikTok and YouTube.Rate The Mess Around on Apple Podcasts and Spotify!And nowww we're on Patreon too.This is a Headgum podcast. Follow Headgum on Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.