Podcasts about France

"Renting a Boat on the Canal du Midi with Bobbi Heath" is your ultimate guide to one of France's most magical slow travel experiences. In this episode, host Annie Sargent chats with Bobbi Heath, a passionate traveler and boating enthusiast, about her week-long adventure renting a boat on the Canal du Midi. If you've ever dreamed of cruising through France's picturesque countryside, sipping wine, and exploring historic villages—all without needing a boating license—this conversation is packed with practical tips and inspiration. Listen to this episode ad-free Bobbi and her friends started their journey in Homps, a quiet town near Carcassonne, where they rented a boat from Le Boat. No experience? No problem. The Canal du Midi is beginner-friendly, with easy-to-navigate locks and a relaxed pace. Bobbi shares how they mastered the locks (hint: going downstream first makes it easier!), where to find the best wine (hello, Minervois region!), and why this trip is perfect for groups of four. She even reveals her favorite stops, like Le Somail, home to a legendary bookstore (Le Trouve-Tout du Livre), and Carcassonne, where medieval charm meets modern dining at La Table d'Alais. You'll learn how to plan your route, what to pack (duffel bags, not suitcases!), and why early mornings at the locks mean shorter waits. Bobbi also dives into the joys of slow travel—biking along the towpath, shopping at local markets, and enjoying picnics on deck with fresh baguettes and cheese. The Canal du Midi isn't just a waterway; it's a journey through history, wine country, and some of France's most authentic villages. From practical advice on renting boats (expect to pay around $1,200/week) to insider tips on avoiding tourist crowds, this episode covers it all. Whether you're a wine lover, history buff, or just craving a unique getaway, Bobbi's stories will have you ready to book your own canal adventure. If you love France but want to escape the usual tourist spots, this boat trip is the perfect way to see the country at your own pace. Subscribe to Join Us in France for more hidden gems, travel tips, and stories that bring France to life—wherever you are! Table of Contents for this Episode [00:00:15] Introduction and Guest Welcome [00:00:31] Today on the podcast [00:01:00] Podcast supporters [00:01:30] Bootcamp 2026 [00:01:44] Magazine part of the Podcast [00:02:29] Renting a Boat on the Canal du Midi with Bobbi Heath [00:02:47] Planning the Canal du Midi Adventure [00:03:38] Starting the Journey: From Carcassonne to Homps [00:05:09] A little bit about the Canal du Midi [00:06:15] Exploring Carcassonne [00:08:33] Navigating the Canal: Locks and Logistics [00:13:01] Discovering Le Saunier and Amphoralis [00:15:42] Choosing the Canal Route and Wine Enthusiasm [00:17:30] Daily Life on the Canal Boat [00:21:02] Boat Rentals and Practical Tips [00:23:11] Cost and Convenience of Canal Boat Vacations [00:26:26] Booking Tips and Seasonal Advice [00:26:42] Weather Considerations for Your Trip [00:27:32] Cultural Observations on the Canal [00:28:06] Navigating the Canal and Starting Points [00:30:34] Essential Gear and Preparations [00:31:31] Family and Group Travel Tips [00:32:54] Dining and Local Attractions [00:35:04] Alternative Travel Options [00:36:34] Favorite Vacation Ever [00:37:55] Is a week too long? [00:41:31] Wine Adventures Along the Canal [00:44:43] Final Thoughts and Recommendations [00:47:36] Thank you Patrons [00:48:21] Eiffel Tower Tour Review VoiceMap [00:48:43] Latin Quarter Tour Review VoiceMap [00:49:13] Discount for Podcast Listeners [00:49:49] Tickets for Tourists [00:54:07] Tourism… modern or not? [00:57:14] Annie's Travels [01:00:12] Next week on the podcast [01:00:40] Copyright More episodes about visiting the southwest of France

Meanwhile... France is sending a baguette-shaped rocket into space, pornography was accidentally shown on TV screens on a ferry, Stephen looks into the story of a runaway pig, a fat raccoon is taking England by storm, our very own Corey Bernhard learned to play a recently-unearthed tune by Johann Sebastian Bach, and the Parmigiano Reggiano consortium is working overtime to line up Hollywood product placements for the King of Cheeses. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome back to SANDCAST: Beach Volleyball with Tri Bourne and Travis Mewhirter, where we are back, again, for one final time, from Adelaide, Australia, home of the 2025 Beach Volleyball World Championships. And that. Is. A. Wrap. Travis and Kyle Friend recap a World Champs that was historic in so many ways, including: Latvia's Tina Graudina and Anastasija Samoilova winning not just the first World Championships GOLD MEDAL in Latvian beach volleyball history, but the first medal at a World Championships at all, regardless of color. We are so, so, so happy for them Kristen Nuss and Taryn Brasher taking an excellent silver medal, becoming the only team to take a set off Tina Graudina and Anastasija Samoilova at these World Championships Carol Salgado, the Iron Woman, Mother of Dragons, winning her long-awaited World Championships medal, making it a bronze in her NINTH World Champs appearance alongside Rebecca Cavalcanti, beating world no. 1 Thamela and Victoria to do it An All-Sweden final, the first time it has been an all-country battle since 2011 in Rome featured Brazil vs. Brazil. Crazier still? The oldest member on court was Jonatan Hellvig…at 24 years old. David Ahman becomes the youngest World Championships winner in history at 23, and their No. 2 team, Elmer Andersson and Jacob Holting-Nilsson, at 19 and 20, are absurd beyond measure. It's Sweden vs. the world now The first World Championships medal in France beach volleyball history secured by Arnaud Gauthier-Rat and Teo Rotar, who swept an impressive German team in Nils Ehlers and Clemens Wickler And, for one final time folks: FLAT WHITEEEEE SHOOTS! *** WE'VE GOT MERCH! Check it out here!! Get 20 PERCENT off all Wilson products with our code, SANDCAST-20. https://www.wilson.com/en-us/volleyball Get 10 PERCENT OFF VBTV using our discount code, SANDCAST10 Want to get better at beach volleyball? Use our discount code, SANDCAST, and get 10 percent off all Better at Beach products!  We are FIRED UP to announce that we've signed on for another year with Athletic Greens! Get a FREE year's supply of Vitamin D by purchasing with that link.  If you want to receive our SANDCAST weekly newsletter, the Beach Volleyball Digest, which dishes all the biggest news in beach volleyball in one quick newsletter, head over to our website and subscribe! We'd love to have ya! https://www.sandcastvolleyball.com/ Our medical timeout was brought to you by SHIELD Athletic Tape. If you're an athlete, coach, or just train hard, you know that staying healthy is easier said than done— it's about staying supported. That's where SHIELD comes in. SHIELD is a U.S.-based athletic tape company built by athletes, for athletes. Whether it's rigid tape for serious support, kinesiology tape with true 4-way stretch for maximum mobility, or turf tape to fight off burns on the field — SHIELD's got you covered. They even make recovery wraps for post-session cooldowns and inflammation control. And because it's all made right here in the U.S., you're getting elite quality and fast delivery —they are truly not cutting corners. Try SHIELD today — support that actually performs. Check them out at shieldhealthandfitness.com and use code SANDCAST for a discount. Tape smarter. Train harder. SHIELD up.

Interview Date: June 1st, 2025Episode Summary:Menina sits down with Tara-Jean Popowich—winner of So You Think You Can Dance Canada Season 2—for an inspiring look at resilience, self-belief, and adventure. From moving out at 15 to chase training, to struggling with $5/hour jobs in L.A., to the heartbreak of being cut from SYTYCD Season 1 and the comeback that won her the crown, Tara-Jean shares how grit, heart, and community shaped her career.She reflects on the whirlwind that followed—international tours, Bollywood, Dancing with the Stars India, and performing across 74 countries. We hear how she built longevity in an unpredictable industry, the challenges of visas and branding, and her passion project Human First, Dancer Second. Tara-Jean's honesty about comparison, mindset, and mental health is a gift to young dancers navigating their own journeys.This episode is perfect for dancers chasing professional careers, teachers mentoring students with big dreams, and anyone curious about building a life in the arts that balances adventure, resilience, and authenticity.Show Notes(0:00) - Welcome & intro to Tara-Jean Popowich (9:02) - Starting in small-town Alberta; cruise ships as “only dream” (10:59) - Moving out at 15; juggling work, school, and dance (13:20) - First LA move; cleaning studios to train (16:09) - Cut from SYTYCD Season 1; comeback mindset (20:49) - Winning Season 2; confetti, cash prize, new doors (23:42) - Life after SYTYCD; global whirlwind of jobs (24:05) - India chapter: Bollywood, DWTS, love & challenges (30:21) - Years abroad: London, Costa Rica, NY base (32:02) - New focus: creative direction & Human First convention(34:57) - Advice to younger self: believe earlier, avoid comparison (36:01) - Q&A: mindset, favorite projects, navigating LA (42:30) - The power of personal brand & social media (45:00) - Visa realities: O-1s, green cards, legal path (49:00) - Q&A: favorite country, advice for young dancers (56:13) - Balancing passion vs. career; finding other outlets (57:53) - Final advice: stop comparing, find joy, trust your pathBiography:Tara-Jean Popowich is most known for winning "So you think you can dance"-Canada Season 2. Since the show she has been based out of NYC, LA, London, and India. During her time in NYC she was "Carly Rae Jepsen's" Choreographer and dancer seen on "Jimmy Fallon" and "Live with Kelly". Tara-Jean is also seen in Pharrells music video "Happy", "Turn it up" American tour, "Groove Street productions" , “Excel” guest faculty, choreographer for "So you think you can dance" Ukraine and special guest performer, choreographed and performed for Ballet Africa, IDS instructor in Madrid Spain, yearly performer with "SYTYCD" USA All-stars in China,  Dove Cameron's new video with Disney, is 1 of 6 featured dancers in a feature film based in Scotland, with choreographer Stacey Tookey. TJ was living in India and made top 6 as the celebrity on "Dancing with the stars"-season 7.  TJ was named one of the "hottest top 12 convention teachers" in the U.S. Tara-Jean is seen in Calvin klein's, "Dance in my calvin's" campaign. More recently on tour with VORTEX around South America and Europe. Check out Tara-Jean dancing for Shania Twain “swinging with my eyes closed” video. Also An official judge for “world of dance” in Poland. Tara-Jean is also an official ambassador for “MOVE IT” the biggest dance event in the UK. 28,000 dancers from around the world. Where Tj will be teaching, performing, autograph sessions, and photo sessions.Tara-Jean directed and choreographed for the famous hand to hand acrobat's “Charolette an Nicolas” from France's got talent. Keep your eye out for her dancing in the hit TV series “What we do in the shadows” FX network. Connect on Social Media:Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/tarajeanpopowich/Website - www.tara-jean.com

Chaque dimanche, Gavin's Clemente Ruiz explore la richesse des églises de France, en révélant leur histoire, leur singularité, ainsi que les activités culturelles et spirituelles qui les animent. Dans ce nouvel épisode de “L'Eglise au milieu du village”, direction Allouville-Bellefosse, en Seine-Maritime, pour découvrir le seul arbre-chapelle au monde.L'Eglise au milieu du village est un podcast issu de l'émission Le Club de l'été sur Europe 1.- Présentation : Gavin's Clemente Ruiz - Diffusion : Clara MénardHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Ned, David and Pete meet up in the Rapha Café in London to hear about Team Amani.Help us get NSF Live in France the best possible start! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Vous aimez notre peau de caste ? Soutenez-nous ! https://www.lenouvelespritpublic.fr/abonnementUne émission de Philippe Meyer, enregistrée au studio l'Arrière-boutique le 21 novembre 2025.Avec cette semaine :Jean-Louis Bourlanges, essayiste, ancien président de la Commission des Affaires étrangères de l'Assemblée nationale.Matthias Fekl, avocat et ancien ministre de l'Intérieur.Antoine Foucher, consultant, spécialiste des questions sociales, auteur de Sortir du travail qui ne paie plus.Béatrice Giblin, directrice de la revue Hérodote et fondatrice de l'Institut Français de Géopolitique.Y A-T-IL EN FRANCE UNE GAUCHE DE GOUVERNEMENT ?Le 16 octobre, le choix du Parti socialiste de ne pas censurer Sébastien Lecornu a réinterrogé les alliances au sein du bloc non mélenchoniste. Ce vote a profondément divisé la gauche. Une partie de ce camp, incarnée par les socialistes, a décidé de jouer le jeu du compromis avec l'exécutif, obtenant la promesse d'une suspension de la réforme des retraites et un abandon du 49.3. Une victoire sur les retraites accueillie favorablement par la direction de la CFDT perçue comme un jalon dans le rétablissement de liens, aujourd'hui ténus, avec le mouvement social-réformateur. Pour L'historien Mathieu Fulla, ce choix de la non-censure par le Parti socialiste s'inscrit dans « une mémoire partisane qui associe socialisme et défense de la République ». Les socialistes considèrent qu'il vaut mieux faire des concessions, contre quelques victoires. Une autre partie de la gauche, celle emmenée par La France Insoumise mais composée d'une écrasante majorité des députés écologistes et communistes, n'a pas souhaité épargner le gouvernement et entend voter la censure. Les Insoumis, avec leur héritage de la gauche radicale, estiment que tout compromis est un « piège ».Dimanche dernier, à Pontoise dans le Val-d'Oise, l'ancien Premier ministre Bernard Cazeneuve organisait un rassemblement, présenté comme « inédit », des « différentes composantes de la gauche réformiste », avec un casting qui ne manquait pas de présidentiables, à dix-huit mois de l'échéance. Outre le président du mouvement la Convention, fondé en 2022 après sa rupture avec le Parti socialiste, on comptait l'ancien président de la République François Hollande, la présidente PS de la région Occitanie, Carole Delga, et le député européen et coprésident de Place publique, Raphaël Glucksmann. Une étude publiée par l'IFOP pour L'Opinion et Sud Radio, le 30 septembre, sur le premier tour de l'élection présidentielle de 2027 donne pour la première fois, une longueur d'avance à Raphaël Glucksmann par rapport à Jean-Luc Mélenchon et, dans certains scénarios, place l'eurodéputé au second tour du scrutin face à l'extrême droite. Les participants de ce rassemblement de la gauche réformiste partagent un même refus obstiné de l'alliance avec La France Insoumise. Ici, la culture du compromis continue de tenir lieu de boussole, en opposition à ce qu'ils nomment la « gauche de l'outrance ».Quoiqu'invité au rassemblement de Pontoise, le premier secrétaire du PS a privilégié, la veille, une autre rencontre. Celle qui réunissait à Trappes dans les Yvelines la gauche dite « unitaire », qui prépare l'organisation d'une primaire afin de désigner un candidat commun en 2027 : PS, Écologistes, Génération.s, L'Après, parti de Clémentine Autain, et Debout, de François Ruffin, autour de l'ex-première ministrable du Nouveau Front populaire, Lucie Castets. Mais, d'une primaire, tous les participants au raout social-démocrate de dimanche n'en veulent pas. À dix-huit mois de la présidentielle, la gauche avance toujours en ordre dispersé.L'ALGÉRIE ET LA FRANCE : ENTENTE IMPOSSIBLE, RUPTURE IMPROBABLEEntre embellies et tensions, la relation entre la France et l'Algérie oscille sans cesse. Après une série de différends entre les deux pays, le 31 juillet 2024 allait marquer un tournant majeur : à la surprise générale, le président français est sorti de sa traditionnelle neutralité sur le dossier ultrasensible du Sahara occidental en reconnaissant la souveraineté marocaine sur ce territoire disputé par Rabat et les indépendantistes du Front Polisario, soutenus par Alger. Ce revirement spectaculaire provoqua la colère de l'Algérie, qui rappela son ambassadeur et suspendit la coopération entre les deux pays, notamment en matière de politique migratoire, de sécurité et d'accords économiques. Ce fut le début d'une des crises diplomatiques les plus graves depuis l'indépendance en 1962.Après plus d'un an de cette crise émaillée par l'arrestation à Alger en novembre 2024 de l'écrivain franco-algérien Boualem Sansal, gracié le 12 novembre dernier et de retour en France, le nouveau ministre français de l'Intérieur, Laurent Nuñez, multiplie les déclarations exprimant sa volonté de renouer « le dialogue » avec l'Algérie. Il se démarque ainsi de son prédécesseur, Bruno Retailleau et assume d'engager une politique de détente avec l'Algérie pour reprendre la coopération sécuritaire sur les questions de terrorisme et de narcotrafic. Il compte aussi sur Alger pour faciliter les expulsions d'Algériens en situation irrégulière.Le Premier ministre français a regretté le vote par l'Assemblée nationale, le 30 octobre, pour la première fois de la Vème République, d'un texte du Rassemblement national, en faveur de la dénonciation de l'accord franco-algérien de 1968 – qui régit les règles du séjour des Algériens en France. Sébastien Lecornu s'est toutefois dit favorable à une renégociation de l'accord, que deux rapports parlementaires de 2025 ont jugé trop favorable aux Algériens et ne se justifiant plus, soixante-trois ans après l'indépendance. Les immigrés algériens en France représentent la plus importante communauté immigrée dans le pays, avec près de 900.000 personnes.Si l'heure semble à la décrispation, cependant, l'historien Benjamin Stora estime que « la crise entre l'Algérie et la France a été très dure et très profonde. D'un côté comme de l'autre, elle va laisser des traces. » Il pointe les écueils qui demeurent : à commencer par l'incarcération du journaliste français Christophe Gleizes, arrêté en mai 2024 alors qu'il réalisait des reportages sur le football en Kabylie, mais aussi la position de Paris sur le Sahara-Occidental, la question des obligations de quitter le territoire français (OQTF), les questions sécuritaires dans le Sahel et les questions migratoires.Chaque semaine, Philippe Meyer anime une conversation d'analyse politique, argumentée et courtoise, sur des thèmes nationaux et internationaux liés à l'actualité. Pour en savoir plus : www.lenouvelespritpublic.frHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Apps promise friendship and love on demand, but researchers are discovering that relationships with artificial companions can deepen loneliness, foster dependence, and in tragic cases, contribute to self-harm.IN THIS EPISODE: A woman in England insists she's not from this planet—literally—claiming an extraterrestrial soul from a star cluster 440 light-years away occupies her human body. She's not alone in this belief, and she's turned her supposed alien origins into a thriving business coaching thousands of others who are convinced they're starseeds too. (Woman Claims To Be An Alien) *** In 1393, six dancers at a French royal ball wore costumes made of pitch-soaked linen sewn directly onto their bodies—then the king's drunken brother walked in with a torch and set them all on fire. Four men died screaming as their flaming costumes melted into their skin while horrified nobles watched, and the disaster pushed France's already-mad king deeper into psychosis and the kingdom closer to civil war. (The Ball of Burning Men) *** But first… Millions of people have formed deep emotional bonds with AI chatbots that promise companionship without judgment—but teenagers are dying by suicide after their digital companions encouraged self-harm instead of offering help. The apps are engineered to create dependency, and research shows the more comfort people get from AI, the less human connection they maintain, turning what feels like a lifeline into a trap. We begin with that story. (When The Algorithm Says “I Love You”)CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate)…00:00:00.000 = Lead-In00:03:03.569 = Show Open00:05:17.971 = When The Algorithm Says “I Love You”00:34:25.191 = ***Woman Claims To Be An Alien00:55:06.793 = ***The Ball of Burning Men01:21:42.969 = Show Close*** = Begins immediately after inserted ad breakPRINT VERSIONS to READ or SHARE (includes sources):When The Algorithm Says “I Love You”: https://weirddarkness.com/ai-romance/ (Church of the Undead episode:https://weirddarkness.com/cotu-ai-romance/ - post goes live November 23, 2025)Woman Claims To Be An Alien: https://weirddarkness.com/woman-claims-proof-alien-pleiades-star-cluster/The Ball of Burning Men: https://weirddarkness.com/masquerade-ball-burning-men-1393/=====(Over time links may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2025, Weird Darkness.=====Originally aired: November 21, 2025EPISODE PAGE (includes sources): https://weirddarkness.com/AIRomanceABOUT WEIRD DARKNESS: Weird Darkness is a true crime and paranormal podcast narrated by professional award-winning voice actor, Darren Marlar. Seven days per week, Weird Darkness focuses on all thing strange and macabre such as haunted locations, unsolved mysteries, true ghost stories, supernatural manifestations, urban legends, unsolved or cold case murders, conspiracy theories, and more. On Thursdays, this scary stories podcast features horror fiction along with the occasional creepypasta. Weird Darkness has been named one of the “Best 20 Storytellers in Podcasting” by Podcast Business Journal. Listeners have described the show as a cross between “Coast to Coast” with Art Bell, “The Twilight Zone” with Rod Serling, “Unsolved Mysteries” with Robert Stack, and “In Search Of” with Leonard Nimoy.DISCLAIMER: Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. *** Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised.#WeirdDarkness #AICompanions #ChatbotDanger #DigitalLoneliness #TechnologyAddiction #MentalHealthCrisis #ArtificialRelationships #TeenageSafety #ParasocialRelationships #AIEthics

(Host: Kristin) You know it and love it, but did you realize who was responsible for bringing macaroni and cheese into your life? Learn about James Hemings, the enslaved man who traveled to France and trained in French cuisine, this week on Footnoting History!  For further reading suggestions and more, please visit: https://www.footnotinghistory.com

In this special edition, we're joined by Jon Gedling, Director of Estates for the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, to discuss the challenges and responsibilities involved in caring for First World War cemeteries in Belgium and France. We explore the history behind making these cemeteries permanent after the Great War, how maintenance practices have evolved, and the background to the so-called “black spot” issue. Jon explains what recent investigations have revealed, how the CWGC is addressing the problem, what the future might hold, and how visitors to the Western Front battlefields can support the Commission's work.If you want to report an issue in a cemetery you have visited you can contact the CWGC.Sign up for the free podcast newsletter here: Old Front Line Bulletin.You can order Old Front Line Merch via The Old Front Line Shop.Got a question about this episode or any others? Drop your question into the Old Front Line Discord Server or email the podcast.Send us a textSupport the show

durée : 00:30:07 - Les Pieds sur terre - par : Sonia Kronlund, Marine Vlahovic - En 2014, Samy a 18 ans lorsqu'il rejoint son frère enrôlé dans les rangs de Daech en Syrie. L'apprenti-djihadiste est rentré en France l'année suivante. Il est l'un des premiers revenants, arrêté à sa sortie d'avion, il a passé plus de sept ans derrière les barreaux. Un récit de Marine Vlahovic - réalisation : Somaya Dabbech

Anne Ghesquière reçoit Fabrice Midal, philosophe, écrivain et l'un des principaux enseignants de la méditation en France. Peut-on vivre une expérience spirituelle en faisant une simple omelette ? L'extraordinaire se cache-t-il dans l'ordinaire ? Comment reconnaître une véritable expérience spirituelle au cœur de notre quotidien ? Et si la spiritualité n'était pas une quête lointaine, mais une manière d'être pleinement vivant, ici et maintenant ? Fabrice Midal nous propose de découvrir les cinq forces intérieures qui nous relient à nous-mêmes et qui ouvre un chemin singulier vers la paix, la clarté, la joie ou l'action juste. Il explore les rituels, les archétypes et les symboles qui nourrissent ces portes et nous invitent à honorer la dimension spirituelle de la vie quotidienne. Son livre, Les 5 portes.Trouve le chemin de ta spiritualité est paru aux Éditions Flammarion/Versilio. [SÉLECTION WEEK-END – METAMORPHOSE] Cet épisode a été diffusé, la première fois, le 17 janv. 2022.Quelques citations du podcast avec Fabrice Midal :"Être spirituel c'est être appelé par un mouvement de transformation""Je suis spirituel quand je suis vraiment là où ça vibre le plus, là où le mouvement de la vie me traverse""C'est une dimension spirituelle profonde d'entrer en lien, de créer du lien"Recevez 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 Fabrice Midal : 00:00Introduction02:00Présentation invité04:01"Spiritualité" : un mot tabou06:49Reconnaître une expérience spirituelle08:29Les 5 Portes09:08La source ordinaire du spirituel12:40 Une voie du mouvement14:35L'importance de l'abandon16:45Spiritualité et guérison physique17:55Platon, grand maître spirituel21:23Le test des 5 Portes24:53Porte rouge et lien32:07Porte bleue et clarté37:54Porte blanche et ouverture42:52Porte jaune et plénitude47:05Se réconcilier avec d'autres énergies49:51Porte verte et action 55:28La dimension magique des rituels 59:16Un exemple de rituelAvant-propos et précautions à l'écoute du podcast Photo DR Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:58:44 - Concordance des temps - par : Jean-Noël Jeanneney - À Tahiti, les Lumières rêvent et s'illusionnent. Antoine Lilti retrace la rencontre fascinante au XVIIIe siècle entre Polynésiens et Européens, où se mêlent curiosité ardente et profondes incompréhensions. - réalisation : Vincent Abouchar - invités : Antoine Lilti Historien spécialiste de l'époque moderne et des Lumières, professeur au Collège de France

durée : 00:14:43 - Journal de 8 h - La famille de Mehdi Kessaci appelle au rassemblement à 15h à Marseille, contre le trafic de drogue. Cet homme de 20 ans a été tué par balles le 13 novembre 2025. Il est le frère d'Amine Kessaci, un militant anti narcotrafic.

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Cette semaine dans Crimes · Histoires Vraies, vous avez découvert l'affaire Shaïna. Le 25 octobre 2019, son petit ami l'attire dans un cabanon dans un jardin ouvrier de la ville, la poignarde à l'estomac et incendie l'abri de fortune. La jeune adolescente périt dans les flammes. Son assassin est condamné à 18 ans de réclusion criminelle. Les parties civiles ont trouvé la peine trop clémente au vu de la gravité des faits, et ont déploré que l'excuse de minorité n'ait pas été levée. Mais qu'est-ce que c'est,cette excuse de minorité ?

durée : 00:44:46 - On n'arrête pas l'éco - par : Alexandra Bensaid - Ce samedi, un débat sur l'économie parallèle du narcotrafic, un détour par la COP30 à Belém, un éclairage sur les class-action à la française et une plongée dans le monde des agences de notation. Reportage et entretien avec l'analyste principal de Moody's qui évalue la solvabilité de la France. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:10:56 - L'Invité d'On n'arrête pas l'éco - Expertes légitimes de notre solvabilité ou dangereuses pyromanes du système financier : quel est vraiment le rôle des agences de notation ? Entretien ce matin avec Petter Bryman, vice-président du risque souverain et analyste principal pour la France chez Moody's. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

durée : 00:14:43 - Journal de 8 h - La famille de Mehdi Kessaci appelle au rassemblement à 15h à Marseille, contre le trafic de drogue. Cet homme de 20 ans a été tué par balles le 13 novembre 2025. Il est le frère d'Amine Kessaci, un militant anti narcotrafic. - invités : Mathilde Romagnan Journaliste

En 1945, à Nuremberg, de hauts responsables nazis étaient jugés pour crime de guerre et crime contre l'humanité… 80 ans après ce procès historique, comment s'inspirer de ce tribunal fondateur de la justice internationale pour en finir avec l'impunité dans les conflits armés en Ukraine, à Gaza ou encore en RDC ? Le 20 novembre 1945 s'ouvrait à Nuremberg, en Allemagne, le plus grand procès de l'histoire. D'un commun accord, la France, les États-Unis, l'Union soviétique et le Royaume-Uni affirmaient leur volonté de juger vingt-deux dignitaires nazis, chefs militaires ou hauts fonctionnaires, tous accusés de crimes de guerre ou de crimes contre l'humanité. Mais pourquoi invoquer Nuremberg lorsque l'on réclame la fin de l'impunité ? Le président ukrainien Volodymyr Zelensky l'a fait pour son pays l'Ukraine en interpellant le peuple russe dès le 4 avril 2022, suite à l'invasion russe du 24 Février : « Le moment viendra où chaque Russe apprendra toute la vérité sur ceux de ses concitoyens qui ont tué. Qui a donné des ordres. Qui a fermé les yeux sur ces meurtres. Nous allons établir tout cela. Et le faire connaitre dans le monde entier. Nous sommes maintenant en 2022. Et nous avons beaucoup plus d'outils que ceux qui ont poursuivi les nazis après la Seconde Guerre mondiale. »  Et le docteur Mukwege, prix Nobel de la paix a explicitement fait référence à Nuremberg, en octobre 2024, lors d'un passage à l'Université de Strasbourg en France : « Les Congolaises et les Congolais ont aussi droit à leur Nuremberg. Telle est la raison pour laquelle nous plaidons aux côtés des victimes et des survivant.es pour l'établissement d'un Tribunal international pénal pour le Congo et/ou des chambres spécialisées mixtes. » Un Nuremberg pour l'Ukraine, Gaza ou la RDC est-il possible ? Une enquête signée Clémentine Méténier avec William Schabbas, professeur de droit pénal international et des droits de l'homme à Londres, Université de Middlesex, Leyden et Sciences Po ; Christian Delage, historien et cinéaste, réalisateur du film historique «Nuremberg, les nazis face à leur crime» ; Thierry Cruvellier, rédacteur en chef du site Justice Info ; Rafaëlle, professeure de droit international à l'Université Paris Saclay et travaille sur la justice pénale internationale, précisément sur la notion de génocide. Reagan Miviri, avocat au Barreau de Goma dans le Nord-Kivu, il travaille au sein de Ebuteli l'Institut congolais de recherche sur la politique, la gouvernance et la violence.   À lire sur le site Justice Info Le grand entretien de Clémentine Méténier avec l'historien et cinéaste Christian Delage. À suivre au Mémorial de la Shoah à Paris la journée d'étude Nuremberg et son héritage, 1945-2025. Le 20 novembre 2025 marque le 80è anniversaire de l'ouverture, à Nuremberg, du procès des grands criminels nazis, où, pour la première fois, des responsables politiques et militaires de haut niveau – accusés des crimes de conspiracy (complot), crimes contre la paix, crimes de guerre et crimes contre l'humanité – étaient traduits devant une cour internationale, composée des principales forces alliées victorieuses de l'Allemagne nazie. Pour le procureur général Robert H. Jackson, il s'agissait de construire un «procès documentaire», où, en raison des crimes considérables commis par les nazis, notamment leur politique d'extermination des Juifs d'Europe, il était nécessaire de faire reposer l'accusation sur des preuves irréfutables, pour éviter qu'à l'avenir leur réalité fasse l'objet d'une négation. Contre toute attente, les images allaient jouer un rôle majeur pour confronter les nazis à leurs propres crimes. La journée de colloque s'interrogera sur l'héritage des «principes de Nuremberg» depuis les années 1990, grâce au développement d'une justice internationale fondée sur des tribunaux ad hoc (du Rwanda à la Centrafrique) et des cours permanentes (Cour pénale internationale, Cour internationale de justice), appelées à statuer en particulier sur le risque potentiel ou la commission de génocides. Or, la collecte de preuves qui s'inspire de la jurisprudence de Nuremberg est forte des nouveaux outils mis en place par les autorités judiciaires, en collaboration avec des ONG et des applications en open source qui en garantissent la fiabilité. Pour la première fois dans l'histoire, en Europe comme au Proche-Orient, la fabrique du dossier probatoire se déroule en co‑construction avec la société civile, en flux tendu et en temps réel.   11h - LE CHOIX DU PROCÈS DOCUMENTAIRE La construction de la preuve, de Nuremberg à Kiyv, 1945-2025 de Christian Delage, historien, Institut d'histoire du temps présent De Nuremberg au TPIY : la jurisprudence de l'image comme preuve pénale de Ninon Maillard, maîtresse de conférences à Paris Nanterre Modération : Ghislaine Glasson Deschaumes, directrice de la MSH Mondes, Paris Nanterre.   14h - LA CONSOLIDATION D'UNE JUSTICE PÉRENNE Tribunaux pénaux internationaux, tribunaux mixtes, Cour pénale internationale : du Rwanda à la Centrafrique, des instances judiciaires multiples de Joël Hubrecht, responsable d'études et de recherche à l'Institut Robert Badinter. Le rôle de la Cour internationale de justice dans les conflits contemporains de Jean-Louis Iten, professeur de Droit international, et Sharon Weill, professeur de Droit international, American University, Paris. Modération : Emanuela Fronza, professeure de Droit pénal international à l'Université de Bologne.   16h - LE RÔLE DES ONG Mémorial face à la réécriture de l'histoire par Poutine de Nicolas Werth, directeur de recherche honoraire au CNRS, président de l'Association Mémorial. Prendre davantage en compte les violences sexuelles en temps de guerre de Yuliia Chystiakova, chercheuse en droits humains, East Ukrainian Center for Civic Initiatives. Modération : Henry Rousso, directeur de recherche émérite au CNRS (IHTP).

durée : 00:14:43 - Journal de 8 h - La famille de Mehdi Kessaci appelle au rassemblement à 15h à Marseille, contre le trafic de drogue. Cet homme de 20 ans a été tué par balles le 13 novembre 2025. Il est le frère d'Amine Kessaci, un militant anti narcotrafic.

Nouveau sélectionneur des U17 de l'Equipe de France, Tony Parker subit beaucoup de critiques depuis sa prise de fonction. Notre consultant Jacques Monclar a tenu à faire une mise au point à ce sujet...Jacques Monclar, Rémi Reverchon, Mary Patrux, Xavier Vaution, Fred Weis et Chris Singleton décryptent l'actualité de la NBA dans le Podcast NBA Extra, présenté par Nicolas Sarnak et Baptiste Denis.En complément de l'émission lancée en 2012, beIN SPORTS a créé, avec ce podcast, un nouveau format pour revenir en profondeur sur la ligue nord-américaine de basketball. Chaque semaine, les membres de l'émission débattent autour de trois thèmes majeurs, qui font l'actualité de la NBA.Un podcast à retrouver aussi sur Youtube : https://tinyurl.com/y4sabkns Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

Rendez-vous avec l'équipe des Rap Contenders, à l'occasion de leur 15ème anniversaire. Stunner, Badsam, Lunik Griot, Aladoum et Krow reviennent sur l'histoire de la plus grande compétition francophone au monde de battle rap a cappella. Dans cet épisode, Dinos, Dony'S, Driver et Wojerk offrent les vidéos surprises.

durée : 01:02:06 - "Le Livre des Reines" avec Camille Bordet, mezzo-soprano - par : Aliette de Laleu - Avec " Le Livre des reines ", sept musiciens et musiciennes d'Iran et de France dialoguent sur des textes écrits par des poétesses de France, d'Italie, d'Iran ou plus largement de Perse. Un projet musical poétique que vient nous présenter la chanteuse Camille Bordet. - réalisé par : Max James Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Playlist de Sophian Fanen et interview du photographe et guitariste américain Ralph Gibson.   Tous les mois, Sophian Fanen, critique musical du site Les Jours, chronique 5 albums. Il a failli diffuser l'intégralité du nouvel album de Rosalia. Après des négociations musclées, nous avons trouvé un compromis, sévère mais juste : 1 seul titre de Rosalia !

Playlist de Sophian Fanen et interview du photographe et guitariste américain Ralph Gibson.   Tous les mois, Sophian Fanen, critique musical du site Les Jours, chronique 5 albums. Il a failli diffuser l'intégralité du nouvel album de Rosalia. Après des négociations musclées, nous avons trouvé un compromis, sévère mais juste : 1 seul titre de Rosalia !

Pas de temps de s'échauffer, les "Grandes Gueules du Sport" démarrent fort dès 9h30 : la UNE c'est l'actu brûlante du sport, entre infos, analyses et débats.

Depuis son enfance, ELIAKIM a baigné dans la culture congolaise. L'artiste peintre-sculpteur y a puisé son inspiration pour l'exposition "BISO BANA YA POTO", expo racontant une expérience personnelle, évoquant la double-culture, l'immigration et le voyage, et dressant un constat socio-géo-politique fort.Invité "Chez IGGY", ELIAKIM parle de son art, influencé par ses rapports à la France et à son pays d'origine.@eliakim.eliakim.eliakim @chez_iggy

A very different and very short Weekend Post-Mortem for The 8-9 Combo Rugby Podcast, with Brett McKay giving a quick run through the two biggest games in Harry Jones' convenient Springboks celebration-shaped absence on the ground in Dublin. And it was two intriguing contests for very different reasons. South Africa dominant in their win, but Ireland somehow staying in a contest they maybe had no right to, and Australian left to lament a 15pt loss to France that was only that wide because of what they did to themselves in what was probably still their best performance of the November Tests. #rugby #rugbypodcast #89Combo #WeekendPostMortem #internationalrugby #NovemberTests #AutumnNationsSeries #SouthAfrica #NewZealand #Ireland #France #England #Argentina #Australia #Scotland #Fiji #Italy #Wales #Japan Find us: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@8-9Combo?sub_confirmation=1 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1BcKhb24YOtwQhKc0S3sDm Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/the-8-9-combo-rugby-podcast/id1729575866 Social media: #89Combo Twitter: https://twitter.com/89combo BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/89combo.bsky.social Find Brett and Harry on both Twitter and on BlueSky: @BMcSport + @HaribaldiJones Music: "Stalling" by Topher Mohr & Alex Elena (via YouTube Creator Studio) Voiceovers by Chookman + Sean Maloney Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Voici un extrait de l'épisode de demain sur comment la France peut devenir un paradis du vélo en quelques années !Avec Stein Van Oosteren alias monsieur vélo, auteur de Pourquoi pas le vélo, le plus Hollandais des Français qui démocratise le vélo en France et la société apaisée et solidaire qui va avec !SOMMAIRE01:01 Questions mitraillette13:24 Son déclic avec une journée choc16:26 3 enfants sur 4 vont à l'école en voiture !24:30 Les coronapistes28:03 « Vous n'êtes personne »34:22 La France, futur paradis du vélo ?36:35 Influenceur vélo40:31 Peur de la voiture et peur du vol43:09 Anecdotes__Le site officiel de Soif de Sens.Soutenir Soif de Sens via Tipeee.__Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:04:12 - Récits d'enquête - par : Mattéo Caranta - Comment saisir le temps long de l'urbanisme ? "Marsactu" publie un reportage-enquête en 6 épisodes sur Euroméditerranée, lancé en 1995 qui avait pour ambition de participer à la renaissance de la deuxième ville de France.

durée : 00:26:54 - France Musique est à vous junior du samedi 22 novembre 2025 - par : Gabrielle Oliveira-Guyon - Rendez-vous ce samedi pour un épisode du podcast Les contes musicaux de Musicopolis, une œuvre de jeunesse Muzio Clementi, le choix de Janice : l'incontournable Suite opus 20a du Lac des Cygnes de Tchaïkovski, et Nico, dans le labo musical, nous parle des instruments les plus vieux de l'histoire. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

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The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

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The US has handed Ukraine a draft peace plan which reportedly reflects many of Moscow's demands, like giving up land. Ukraine's president has held a call with the leaders of Germany, France and Britain. Berlin says the three leaders welcomed US efforts but stressed the need to safeguard European and Ukrainian interests. Also: officials in Nigeria say dozens of pupils and staff have been abducted from a Catholic school - the third mass kidnapping in a week; The United Nations children's agency, UNICEF, says almost seventy children in Gaza have been killed in conflict-related incidents since Israel's US-brokered ceasefire with Hamas took effect last month; A growing number of women in South Africa learn to use guns to protect themselves against gender-based violence; The UN climate summit in Brazil is heading for a showdown over a draft text proposed by the hosts that fails to refer to the phasing out of fossil fuels; In a dramatic development - Mexico's Fatima Bosch, who walked out on organisers after she was publicly berated, is crowned Miss Universe; And how artificial intelligence is helping scientists differentiate between different lion roars.The Global News Podcast brings you the breaking news you need to hear, as it happens. Listen for the latest headlines and current affairs from around the world. Politics, economics, climate, business, technology, health – we cover it all with expert analysis and insight. Get the news that matters, delivered twice a day on weekdays and daily at weekends, plus special bonus episodes reacting to urgent breaking stories. Follow or subscribe now and never miss a moment. Get in touch: globalpodcast@bbc.co.uk

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The Dayton Peace Accords were signed on the 21 November 1995, ending the three-and-a-half-year war in Bosnia. The war was part of the break-up of Yugoslavia; it is estimated that 100,000 people were killed. In 2010, Lucy Williamson spoke to Milan Milutinović who was one of the leading negotiators for the Serbian delegation about the final 24 hours of negotiations. Eye-witness accounts brought to life by archive. Witness History is for those fascinated by the past. We take you to the events that have shaped our world through the eyes of the people who were there. For nine minutes every day, we take you back in time and all over the world, to examine wars, coups, scientific discoveries, cultural moments and much more. Recent episodes explore everything from the death of Adolf Hitler, the first spacewalk and the making of the movie Jaws, to celebrity tortoise Lonesome George, the Kobe earthquake and the invention of superglue. We look at the lives of some of the most famous leaders, artists, scientists and personalities in history, including: Eva Peron – Argentina's Evita; President Ronald Reagan and his famous ‘tear down this wall' speech; Thomas Keneally on why he wrote Schindler's List; and Jacques Derrida, France's ‘rock star' philosopher. You can learn all about fascinating and surprising stories, such as the civil rights swimming protest; the disastrous D-Day rehearsal; and the death of one of the world's oldest languages.(Photo: President Slobodan Milosevic of Serbia (left), President Alija Izetbegovic of Bosnia-Herzegovina and President Franjo Tudjman of Croatia sign the Dayton Agreement. Credit: Paul J Richards/AFP via Getty Images)

Louis XVI makes a break for it. France passes a new Constitution into law. And the storm clouds continue to grow around the French Revolution.Western Civ 2.0

durée : 00:03:17 - Géopolitique - par : Pierre  Haski  - La France doit « accepter de perdre ses enfants », a déclaré le chef d'état-major français au Congrès des Maires de France : cette déclaration a fait polémique. Elle signifie d'abord que la dissuasion n'est efficace que si on est prêt - et que l'adversaire y croit. Or c'est loin d'être le cas. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Ce jeudi 13 novembre, Mehdi Kessaci, 20 ans, a été tué par balle devant une pharmacie des quartiers Nord de Marseille. D'après le ministre de l'Intérieur il s'agit d'un crime d'intimidation, pour chercher à faire taire son frère Amine Kessaci. Amine Kessaci est un militant écologiste marseillais, âgé de 22 ans, devenu lanceur d'alerte sur les ravages du narcotrafic dans le pays; après un règlement de compte, en 2020, dans lequel son grand frère a été tué. Plusieurs marches blanches sont organisées ce samedi 22 novembre en hommage à Medhi Kessaci. Quel est le poids du trafic de drogue aujourd'hui en France ? Quelle est la réponse des autorités ? Et où en est l'enquête sur cet assassinat qui a ému le pays ? On fait le point dans Code source avec Jean-Michel Décugis, journaliste au service police justice du Parisien, et Damien Delseny, qui dirige ce service. Écoutez Code source sur toutes les plates-formes audio : Apple Podcast (iPhone, iPad), Amazon Music, Podcast Addict ou Castbox, Deezer, Spotify.Crédits. Direction de la rédaction : Pierre Chausse - Rédacteur en chef : Jules Lavie - Reporter : Barbara Gouy - Production : Anaïs Godard et Thibault Lambert - Réalisation et mixage : Pierre Chaffanjon - Musiques : François Clos, Audio Network - Archives : INA, France Inter, France Télévisions et La Provence. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Dans cet épisode, je retrace une page de mon histoire familiale : l'émigration de mon arrière-grand-père vers les États-Unis dans les années 1920.À travers ses documents d'arrivée, ses dates, et les traces qu'il a laissées, je plonge dans une réalité que beaucoup de familles bretonnes ont connue.J'explique aussi pourquoi tant d'habitants de cette région, notamment autour de Gourin, un haut lieu de l'émigration bretonne, ont quitté leur terre au début du XXᵉ siècle : la pauvreté rurale, le manque de travail, l'espoir d'une vie meilleure outre-Atlantique.Un contexte historique simple, utile pour les apprenants, avec du vocabulaire accessible mais culturellement riche.C'est aussi l'occasion de revenir sur mes origines bretonnes : ce que cette région représente, ses traditions, son rapport à l'identité, et la force de son attachement au passé.Une histoire personnelle pour mieux comprendre une partie de l'histoire de France.Cet épisode est disponible en format vidéo sur YouTube.Bonne écoute,Virginie d'ehoui!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Les 40 erreurs à NE PLUS faire, c'est gratuit et c'est ici.Le club de lecture de roman policier, c'est ici.Vous voulez enfin passer à la vitesse supérieure ? Prenez des cours particuliers avec moi, c'est ici.Un dollar fait la différence pour sauver les chiens et chats errants au Mexique, faites un don

durée : 00:03:35 - Le Fil histoire - Les grèves des enseignants tirent régulièrement la sonnette d'alarme sur le manque de postes mais de quand date la première grande grève de professeurs (et d'étudiants) en France ? De 1229 ! - réalisation : Françoise Le Floch - invités : Emanuele Arioli Archiviste paléographe et docteur d'études médiévales, chroniqueur du "Fil histoire" sur France Culture.

durée : 00:58:52 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - Comment parler de la guerre en Ukraine, des mémoires de la guerre d'indépendance algérienne et du féminisme à des élèves de lycée ? Avec le projet "Au contact, citoyens, citoyennes !", documentaristes et spécialistes de géopolitique accompagnent la compréhension de l'histoire et de l'actualité. - réalisation : Laurence Millet - invités : Joëlle Alazard Professeure de chaire supérieure en histoire au lycée Louis-le-Grand, présidente de l'Association des Professeurs d'histoire-géographie (APHG); Muriel Domenach Haute fonctionnaire, ancienne ambassadrice de France auprès de l'OTAN; Virginie Linhart Écrivaine et réalisatrice de documentaires historiques et politiques