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The Time Riders: Part 13 Ancient Roman Appreciation For Led Zeppelin. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Becky brought several pairs back to the bed and laid them out for Nanu to look at. "This is just a small sample of my collection, but you'll get the idea and what's available." Nanu peered at them before looking up at Becky. "Your collection? Do you take them from other girls after you beat them up? Like a prize or a trophy?" Becky paused but then snickered. Count on Nanu to think in terms of panties as gory battle trophies. "No, sweetie, I just meant that I like panties and buying them in different styles and colors. That way, when I fuck a boy, I know exactly what to wear for him to arouse him." "Ah, I see," Nanu said, instantly understanding now. She picked up the various types, examining them. There were French cuts, boy cuts, hipster, tanga, bikini, g-string; not surprisingly, it was the last type that held her attention the longest. "Are these panties always necessary, Mistress? Can't a girl just walk around without them?" "You could," Becky allowed, nodding. "Usually when I am wearing a skirt, but there's lots of times I don't wear panties." "Do you wear them when you are teaching?" Nanu asked, looking at her mistress. "I; usually, yes," Becky replied, blushing. "It's a good idea to wear them when you're working." "Because students could look up your skirt and see your cunt and then they wouldn't be paying attention to what you were trying to teach them, yes?" Nanu concluded. "That's one way of thinking about it," Becky sighed. The girl wasn't wrong, but Becky didn't want to give her a civics lesson right now either. "Here's a good rule, my love; wear underwear when you're doing something important that has nothing to do with sex, okay?" Nanu frowned. "What could be more important than fucking?" Becky just sighed and stripped off her tee and her panties, now as naked as her charge. She sat down on the bed and pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu readily straddled Becky, their tits squashed together and her hands around her mistress' shoulders. Becky smiled, her hands resting on Nanu's hips. "Tonight, we'll eat and have all sorts of fun, and I'll show you how some things work," Becky said. "Tomorrow, we go shopping for clothes and some other things." Nanu nodded, her hazel eyes shining brightly. She was looking forward to learning everything. Dinnertime. Becky came up the stairs, peering into her bedroom and noticing that Nanu wasn't there. She looked in the bathroom, thinking the little scamp might be fucking around with the lights again, but she wasn't there, either. She then noticed that the door to the spare room was open. She went inside and found Nanu kneeling at the window, her chin resting on her hands as she gazed outside, watching the street. She seemed fascinated, and the more Becky thought about it, the more she realized this made complete sense. Of course, Nanu could actually see all that much, because of the trees that lined the street, but what was happening just below had her rapt attention. "Like what you see?" she asked, coming up behind Nanu and stroking her fingers through the girl's long black hair. "I don't have the words, mistress," Nanu sighed, still watching. "Everyone is so tall. And the metal monsters are everywhere, but they stay on the black road." Becky giggled. "They are driven by people, Nanu, just like chariots were in your day. The people are inside them, that's all. And yes, they can be dangerous if the people driving them are not careful, or if people on foot walk in front of them;” Nanu blushed slightly at that. "But don't worry, I'll teach you how to be safe," Becky promised. "I have one of those metal things myself, you know." Nanu turned and looked at her with wide eyes. "You own a monster?" Becky smirked. "Yes, most adults do, darling. They are not monsters, they are just machines. They get us from one place to another." Nanu seemed hesitant. "What; what are the machines called in your En-gush?" Becky smiled. "Well, we commonly call them 'cars', but the actual word is 'automobile', I believe." "It would scare me to be in one," the smaller girl said. "You're sure it will not eat me?" Becky laughed. "I've been driving my monster for almost ten years now, darling, and it hasn't eaten me. I promise, we'll take it slow. However, I came up to tell you that it's time to make dinner, and I wanted to know if you'd care to watch." Nanu nodded and let Becky take her by the hand and lead her back downstairs. "I was thinking I would let you decide what we eat, darling. I'll put out some things, and you can choose a couple that I'll make a meal from." Nanu nodded and Becky put an apron on over her nude body, just in case she ended up cooking more bacon. The smaller girl watched as she pulled various things out of the fridge, some of which were obviously fruits and vegetables, others being meats in various forms. "Wassa?" she asked, pointing at something that looked like thin, round slices of a vaguely pinkish-brown color. "What, that?" Becky said somewhat distractedly, looking at what Nanu was pointing to for a quick second before returning her attention to the fridge. She remembered to revert to Latin. "That's just bologna, it's nothing to worry about." "Ba-lo;” Nanu repeated, picking up some slices and popping them in her mouth when Becky wasn't looking. "Let's see here," Becky mumbled, bent over and inside the fridge, which was very nice, but way too big for her personal needs. "I've clearly gotta go shopping soon. Here's some salad mix, and then we have some' "Umm!" The unexpected (and rather disconcerting) sound compelled Becky to rear back out of the fridge and whirl around, wondering what wild animal had somehow made its way into her home. She paused when she saw Nanu standing there, her eyes wide in shock and her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's while she tried to masticate on all the bologna she had stuffed in her mouth. Her lips couldn't even quite shut. "Nanu," Becky said in quiet disbelief, blinking and shaking her head for a moment, and forgetting to speak in Latin. "Did you just snarf all my bologna?" "Ba; lo;” Nanu mumbled, trying to force it down her gullet. She looked like an ostrich trying to swallow a doorknob. Becky just watched as Nanu performed some peristaltic wizardry with her throat until, against all odds, the bologna was gone from her mouth. The Egyptian girl was touching her lips with her fingers and then looking at her fingers in wonder. She even licked them at one point before looking up at Becky, her eyes flooded with wonder. "Mistress," she said quietly. "I want more ba-lo." "Wait, what?" Becky blurted, shaking her head again, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Did you just say you want more bologna?" "Yes," Nanu replied earnestly, nodding. "It is the best thing I have ever eaten. I never want to eat anything else ever again." "Nanu, you can't just eat bologna for the rest of your life," Becky pointed out. "But, mistress, I will die if I don't have more!" Nanu whined rather dramatically. "I don't want to die!" "Dying is exactly what you'll do if you try to eat nothing but ba-lo," Becky pressed, failing to notice she was now using Nanu's word for the damnable stuff. "It's full of nitrates and all those things that gave you the raging shits this morning. Remember that?" "But it's the best thing I've ever eaten, mistress," Nanu continued to whine. "People who don't love ba-lo are stupid!" "Nanu, it's full of those nitrates and preservatives, crazy amounts of the stuff," Becky iterated firmly. "You'll shit yourself to death, woman." The Egyptian girl looked positively heartbroken. "I'm not saying you can never have ba-lo, all I'm saying is that you can't eat just ba-lo or you will die on my toilet, and I am not explaining that to the vigiles." Nanu sighed loudly and looked put out. "Fine." "As your body adapts, you'll be able to eat more and more things," the blonde woman assured her. "But it will take time, and you will never be able to survive on ba-lo alone. It's not very good for you, even if it tastes good." "Then why does your society have it at all?" Nanu asked, frowning. "We like things that are bad for us too, sometimes," Becky said, feeling the need to defend her era from this sort of punitive accusation. Frankly, she'd never seen herself having to answer for her world to people from bygone ages who were observing how they did things in modern times. "Indulgences, I guess." "Will we be eating anything nearly as good as ba-lo for dinner?" Nanu asked, looking to change the subject now that she had been thwarted from true happiness. "Just you watch," Becky said, accepting the challenge. To Nanu's surprise, they ended up eating vegetables and cooked fish, things she was familiar with, and they tasted good. To her delight, she was even allowed to have dessert, a bowl of something her mistress called 'ice cream'. It was cold, sweet, and delicious. It was three different colors, and they all tasted great. She was positively giddy by the time she'd finished her bowl. Becky suspected that Nanu was also on an incredible sugar high. "So what do you want to do before bed, my love?" Becky asked as she did the dishes. "I know it's been a long day." Nanu thought about that. "Well, we need to bathe again, and to fuck, but before then, Mistress, can you show me more of your world using the magic boxes?" "Of course we can," Becky said cheerfully. "And it's not only my world anymore, Nanu, it's your world too now. It's our world." Nanu thought about that for some time and then nodded. "Please show me my new world, Mistress. There must be so much to see." Some minutes later, they were in Becky's little office, surrounded by her file cabinets and sitting at her desk where she kept her computer. Nanu watched in fascination as Re-be-kah used a small device in her hand to control the glowing black box sitting on the short table. "Would you like to see Egypt, sweetheart?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded eagerly. Even if her land had been taken over by the sandy-assed Arab nomads, she still wanted to see her homeland. Becky called up some pictures that she thought Nanu might recognize. She Googled pictures of the Sphynx, the pyramids of Giza, the Nile river. "What are all the endless ugly buildings, Mistress?" Nanu asked, frowning. "Those are homes, mostly," Becky said, realizing she might have opened a can of worms. "Egypt is a very populous country these days." "Is it mighty?" the younger girl predictably asked. "Well; no," Becky admitted. "At least, not compared to the great countries of the world." "Stupid Arabs," Nanu muttered, folding her arms and scowling. "At least they didn't fuck up the great monuments of our gods and kings. What about you, Mistress? What of your ancestors?" Becky considered. "My ancestors are from Britain, mostly. Do you remember who the Britons were? We talked about them earlier, the musicians." Nanu nodded. "Savages. Their stinky warriors were captured in war by the Romans and paraded through the streets of Rome. They were tall, wild-eyed, and they stank. They painted themselves blue. You don't win wars by painting yourself blue. Your ancestors were stupid, Mistress." Becky started calling up pictures of England, intent on showing Nanu the beautiful countryside. She excitedly clicked on a picture of Stonehenge. "This is a religious site my ancestors erected," she explained, making sure the picture filled the frame of the screen. "It was made about the same time as your Sphynx and your pyramids, around four-thousand and five-hundred years ago." Nanu looked at the stone monument and frowned. "That's it? My ancestors gifted the Horemakhet and the meri to the world and your ancestors stacked rocks in a circle? No wonder the Romans conquered them, Mistress. Your ancestors were small and weak!" "They're very big rocks," Becky mumbled, blushing and feeling silly now that Nanu had given her some perspective. Nanu's people were the rulers of a great and sophisticated empire at the same time that Becky's were smearing themselves with woad and probably stuffing berries up their noses. "More like giant slabs, really. What else do you want to see?" Nanu thought about it. "Can the magic box show us people fucking?" Becky should have seen that coming. "I; yes, it could, but I try to not use my computer for that," she lied. She'd recently come to enjoy watching student and teacher-themed porn, after all. "I try to use it for my schooling and for research." "Why would you use it for boring stuff like that when you could use it to watch people fuck?" Nanu asked, confused. Sometimes her Mistress didn't make sense. "I know," Becky said, brightening up. "You like to dance, right? Why don't I play music for you and we can dance to it? You can hear music from this time now." Nanu nodded eagerly again. Becky thought about what to play, trying to make an emotional connection with Nanu. Well, she says she likes the flaming cock-sack shirt. Seconds later, YouTube was open and an electric guitar began playing. The drums and the bass thumping in made Nanu jump for a second, but then she began listening. Becky was nodding her head and beginning to dance, which Nanu began to do as well, imitating her Mistress. Soon enough, the iconic voice began singing. "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 began to jump and prance around with the music once she'd found the rhythm, instinctively moving her body and enjoying what Jimmy Page was making her do with it. Still naked, she danced for sheer enjoyment, but also showing off for Becky. The voice continued on now. "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 You know!" The two girls laughed and danced together, Nanu enthralled by the sounds of the music and also the singing. She'd never heard anything like it before and knew she'd never get enough of it. They finally collapsed on the floor together, back to back, still laughing. Nanu's hand found Becky's and squeezed it. "Mistress, that music is wonderful," Nanu breathed, still exhilarated. "It was so happy and lively! Please, who sang it?" "It's the group that uses the flaming cock symbol on the shirt you like," Becky said. "Their name is Led Zeppelin. Try and say it with me. Led;” "Let;” "Zep-elin." "Thzhep-li;” "Buzz your teeth, like a bee, Nanu," Becky instructed. "Zzz;” "Zzz;” "Zep." "Zep." "Zeppelin." "Zepli." "Very close, I'm so proud of you!" Becky gushed, turning and hugging Nanu now. "And there's so much more music for you to listen to and dance to!" "May I listen to more, Mistress?" Nanu asked, her eyes bright. "What else is there?" Becky played more music, watching Nanu figure out how to dance to it all. In short order, Nanu could dance and shimmy like Elvis, go-go dance, do the Hustle, and twerk. "These dances are so much fun, Mistress!" Nanu gushed, shaking her ass in Becky's face. The blonde woman laughed and smacked one of her lover's ass cheeks, making Nanu squeak, but keep dancing. "Just wait until I teach you the Charleston, then," Becky said, not at all surprised that Nanu learned the moves so quickly. She was an accomplished little dancer, after all. "Looks like you've built up a sweat, babe, you ready for another bath or a shower?" "Can you teach me how to control the water, Mistress?" Nanu asked hopefully. "I promise to be careful." "Okay, as long as you remember that it costs money to run the water," Becky said, holding up a finger. "And I don't want you flooding the place, either." Nanu nodded her assent and Becky led the way back to the bathroom. She showed Nanu how to work the sink first, explaining that it was just a smaller version of the bathtub, so easier to manage. Once Nanu understood how to regulate the hot and cold water, Becky allowed her to try and use the shower function in the tub. Nanu found the temperature she liked and then pulled on the knob that controlled the showerhead, squealing in delight when the water jetted out. "This is so much fun!" she exclaimed, bouncing and clapping. "You're forgetting the most fun part of a shower," Becky purred as they stepped in. The two women sank to their knees and immediately began making out under the deluge. Before things got too hot and heavy, Becky broke off the kiss, making Nanu whine as she stood up. She pulled the showerhead out of its holder. "Get ready, Nanu," she whispered as she held the showerhead pointing down, a sly smile on her face as she switched the water from the spray setting to the jets. "Remember this? You're about to scream your head right off;” Nanu was still looking at her Mistress' face, bracing herself, but her eyes snapped open suddenly and she get out a strangled cry as Becky turned the showerhead over, placing it right under Nanu's cunt and letting the water batter her nether lips and clit unannounced. Nanu shuddered violently, Becky's arm wrapping around her small body to hold her in place. The Egyptian girl's eyes rolled up into her head and she came in mere seconds, wailing like she was possessed, and her body going through a warp-spasm of ecstasy. She sagged in Becky's arm, her body now limp but trembling. Becky smiled and simply held the girl until she stirred and came to. Nanu looked up at her through heavily lidded eyes. "You broke my cunt, Mistress;” she managed to say in a tiny voice. Becky giggled and rested her against the back of the tub, before smiling wickedly. "Want to see me use it on myself and watch me cum? I'm an old hand at this." Nanu nodded tiredly, but watched intently. Becky began teasing herself with the showerhead, moving it around her cunt and inner thighs, never keeping it in one place for long, and keeping the spray light. She made sighing and cooing noises, shivering deliciously. Nanu seemed to have recovered and was watching in fascination, her own legs spread while she gently massaged her cuntlips. Becky moaned and pinched at her nipples while she played the water directly over her snatch, squirming and gyrating as the spray pleasured her. Nanu watched her Mistress' skin turn rather pink, Re-be-kah's breaths starting to shorten and come in gasps. Her tiny hand played with her cunt faster, her earlier fatigue seemingly forgotten. Becky moved the little key below the spouts to the other size of the nozzle, the gentle rain effect once again becoming three concentrated jets that battered her cunt and clit from right below, like she had done to Nanu. Her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered, holding on for as long as she could before surrendering to the orgasm. She normally had more control than this, but maybe the thrill of masturbating in front of Nanu had made her more excited and sensitive than normal. No matter what the reason, the climax was one of the hardest Becky had ever given herself, and better than what some lovers had given her. She screeched through clenched teeth, almost doubling over as her cunt turned itself inside out from the intense waves of ecstasy that tore at her. A full thirty seconds passed before she tumbled backwards, lying on her back in the tub and staring at the ceiling, gulping air like a fish out of water. Nanu got on her hands and knees and crept forward, removing the showerhead from Becky's hand and looking at her Mistress' body. Her cunt was still twitching from the orgasm. That had been great fun to watch. "Mistress, you're pissing yourself," she remarked, even if she didn't blame Becky. She'd done it, after all. "Yeah, that; happens to me sometimes;” Becky said breathlessly, still staring up at nothing. "It happens to me too," Nanu said affectionately, crawling over her Mistress and then settling down to snuggle into her, their pussies kissing gently. Becky shivered before making a quizzical face. "Nanu, are you pissing on my cunt?" "Maybe a little," the raven-haired girl sighed, still snuggling. "I wanted to share the moment with you." "That's fair," Becky allowed, too tired to actually care. They were in a shower after all, so they could get clean. "Did you enjoy that?" "Hmm, yes," Nanu purred, nodding a little, her head resting on Becky's large boobs. "It will be one of my new favorite things to do while you are gone." "Just remember the rules," Becky iterated before sitting up wearily and dislodging Nanu from her cleavage. "We should get a good night's sleep, my love. Tomorrow is a big day in setting up the rest of your new life." "Can we fuck again?" Nanu asked somewhat predictably. "Tell you what," Becky giggled, turning off the water and leading Nanu out of the shower. "If I fall asleep, you can just do what you want with me until you cum, but then you have to sleep. We'll have a good fuck in the morning and shower again to get ready. Deal?" "Yes, Mistress." An hour later. They were lying wrapped up in one another, and Becky hoped that she'd tired Nanu out to the place that the insatiable little brat would go to sleep. Becky must have made her cum at least eight times, and hopefully all the ba-lo would not wake her up in the middle of the night. "Thank you, Mistress," Nanu said dreamily, holding herself against Becky. It was the most comforting and secure thing she had ever felt or could imagine, even more than hugging her beloved sister, Kiya. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Nanu," Becky whispered back, caressing Nanu's damp, dark hair lovingly. "You'll always keep me safe, right?" the tiny girl asked. "You and M-ark." Becky nodded. "In saecula saeculorum." The two women kissed lovingly before drifting off into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Monday morning. After waking up with vigorous girl-fucking and licking one another's pussies, followed by a shower, they were now eating breakfast. Becky decided to wait until after they'd finished the meal before getting dressed, just in case Nanu proved sloppy in the morning. "I love this dish, Mistress," Nanu said as she powered her way through the bowl in front of her. It was full of sweet berries and a type of crunchy cereal she didn't know, all mixed into a goopy white paste that looked like thick cum. In her own time, it was called 'oxygala'. "Do you remember what I told you it's called?" Becky asked, pausing in eating. Nanu closed her eyes for a minute. "Par-fay." "That's right," Becky said, nodding and very pleased. "The white stuff is called yogurt. If you put berries and other things in it, it's called a parfait. They're fun and even good for you." "Can ba-lo go in the parfait?" Nanu asked hopefully. "No, Nanu," Becky snickered. "Even you couldn't possibly like that horror, and I'd probably get put in jail for creating it." "Your big free society doesn't sound very free to me," Nanu mumbled under her breath as she shoveled more parfait in her mouth. Back upstairs they went, after Nanu got a lesson in how to wash the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, even if she wasn't allowed to operate it yet. They cleaned up at the bathroom sink, Nanu being told that they were not having another shower, and went into the bedroom to get dressed. Becky tried to teach Nanu about coordinating her clothes so that she didn't look like a complete lunatic, and was mostly successful. Nanu couldn't decide which socks she liked best and asked to wear one of each. If Becky could keep the madness down to that level, she'd call it a win. Nanu might not have been terribly impressed with the color or shape of the track suit she was now wearing, but she had to admit that it kept her warm. Becky had fitted her into a plain white tee shirt beneath, and some underwear. Last on were the shoes, and these were proving difficult for Nanu. "They are squeezing my feet, Mistress," the girl said, frowning down at the offending footwear. Becky knelt and adjusted the Velcro straps after loosening the shoes a little. She wasn't about to get into the drama of shoelaces with Nanu, that was for damned sure. "They might be uncomfortable for a bit, sweetie, but new shoes are like that for everyone. Once you walk in them for a little bit, they'll feel just fine, I promise." She stepped aside and gestured to the hallway. "Go ahead and walk, Nanu." It was strange, because Nanu seemed suddenly unsure of how to walk. As she put her feet forward, she was almost wobbly. It occurred to Becky that Nanu wasn't used to not being able to feel the floor or the ground beneath her, but with over an inch of rubber in the way, she was having trouble trusting her balance. Holding her arms out to the sides as if she were walking a tightrope, Nanu wobbled down the hallway and back, a little more sure of herself on the return. Becky smiled and hugged her when she got back to the bedroom. "You'll be running in no time." They headed downstairs (slowly), and Becky made sure everything was turned off. She slipped on a light windbreaker and then opened the front door. Nanu waited on the porch while Becky locked the door behind them. "You need to lock your door, Mistress?" the Egyptian girl asked, rather puzzled. "Are there still criminals in your time?" "My era isn't perfect, Nanu," Becky admitted, feeling strangely silly for coming from a time where criminals still existed. "It still has problems, but you'll learn about them in due course. Some of the problems will be ones you're familiar with, others will be new to you. I'll teach you." "Good enough," Nanu said with a nod as they headed down the steps. "Now where are we going?" "We need to go downtown," Becky replied, thinking that issue through. Not only had she promised to buy new clothes for Nanu, but the chroniques merchant she'd been dealing with was located squarely downtown. There was no way in Hell anyone from her own era could forge the sort of documentation that Nanu would need to rely on to be safe, so someone from the time-travelling community was Becky's only hope. In a city of six million people, there had to be more than one temporal merchant, but damned if Becky knew where (or how) to find them yet. So this one guy was her go-to. She also pondered how to get downtown. Nanu was already afraid of cars, so maybe taking her old junker wasn't the best idea. A taxi? Still a car. The subway station that went directly downtown wasn't far away, and while Nanu wouldn't have any clue what a train was, maybe seeing other people on it with her would calm her down. That, and the walk to the subway station would help break in her shoes. "We're taking a little walk to a place that has a special chariot that will bring us where we need to go," she said, beginning to walk down the street, holding Nanu's hand. She got the feeling the other girl was only partially paying attention, since she was once again looking around and Uhking at the sights of Becky's street. "It's not far." Becky's street was a nice one, lined with endless trees, and the houses had gardens. The noise of downtown and the city in general was remote. If it bothered Nanu, it wasn't showing yet, because she was still in awe of her surroundings. People walked by them, smiling and waving. Becky greeted them and Nanu smiled and waved back as well. She even figured out how to say 'Hello!' from listening to Re-be-kah and the strangers. After about fifteen minutes of walking, with minimal complaints from Nanu about her shoes, they finally arrived at the entrance to the subway station. Set on the edge of the residential area, it was simply some stairs down into the station below. Nanu paused at the top of the stairs, looking confused and wary. It occurred to Becky that it was entirely possible that Nanu had never been underground before. "I promise it is safe, darling," she said in a soothing tone, squeezing Nanu's hand. "The chariot we are going to use runs underground from one place to another, so that it is not noisy up here. I use it all the time." Nanu swallowed. "Okay. I trust you, Mistress." Side by side, they walked down into the subway station, Nanu wrinkling her nose as the gusts of stale air hit her. There were people coming and going, wearing different types of clothing, and Nanu was fascinated. She watched her Mistress pay the fare to enter, then nearly got knocked on the back of her head when she paused halfway through the turnstile. Becky took her hand again and led her down some more stairs. Nanu was frowning, because the noises were getting louder and beginning to echo. Then they were on a platform, one that held people before dropping off down into some dark path that entered tunnels on either side of this long room they were in. Nanu held herself close to Becky, getting nervous. The noises made no sense to her, and it wasn't as if Rome had been quiet. Becky looked down at her now. "Here comes our chariot, Nanu. Don't be frightened." Nanu clutched Becky harder as she felt wind pressing against her, and heard a noise that grew louder until it was an almost deafening roar. She saw strange lights in one side of the tunnel, growing closer. Finally, a giant metal; thing; rolled toward them swiftly, making all the noise. Nanu let go of Becky and clapped her hands over her ears, her eyes squeezed shut. She willed herself to not scream. And then it was quieter. There was still noise, but not nearly as loud. Nanu opened her eyes and saw the long, metal contraption in front of them, with strange doors that opened to the sides, by themselves. People walked out of the interior of the beast, seemingly unscathed. Becky looked down at her and smiled. "This is us, let's go." Trusting her Mistress, Nanu took Becky's hand again and allowed herself to be led into the thing called a 'subway train'. She looked around, wide-eyed as they found some seats and sat down. There were miniature suns everywhere overhead. An endless line of seats on either side of the narrow metal tube stretched far in each direction. People were sitting or standing, seemingly unconcerned and paying no attention. Nanu started as some awful sound chimed, and then the magic doors slid closed again, locking them inside this foul beast. There was a lurch and then it began moving forward, slowly picking up speed. Nanu looked at Becky in panic. "We're fine," Becky said, squeezing her hand again. "It's taking us where we want to go." "How does it know?" Nanu asked, forgetting her fear for a moment. She hadn't seen Re-be-kah tell the monster anything. Did it speak En-gush? She continued watching all around in fascination as the beast charged down a long, dark tunnel, eventually entering another place, different from the one they had started out. A loud woman's voice blared through the tube, no doubt in En-gush. It was a loud and unpleasant voice to Nanu, but she hadn't expected the beast to sound like that. She'd expected a horrifying roar. The process repeated several times, with Becky and Nanu ending up in a different place each time. People got on and off, but nobody got eaten. Maybe the beast didn't eat people? The unpleasant woman's voice blared over head, and Nanu scowled at the ceiling, wishing the beast would just shut the fuck up. "Here we go, darling," Becky said, standing up. "This is our stop." They waited until the beast stopped and the magic doors opened for them. People standing on the platform respectfully waited for those within to escape before entering. Becky walked with Nanu along the increasingly crowded platform until they reached some strange stairs. She helped Nanu get onto them and the smaller girl's eyes widened in shock. The metal stairs were moving! They were taking her up! What sorcery was this? Becky made sure Nanu didn't trip at the top of the escalator, and also didn't make a nuisance of herself by turning and gaping at the magic stairs while people were trying to get off it. She pulled her along through the growing crowds. At least those didn't bother Nanu. Rome had apparently had a population of around a million when Nanu had lived there. Throngs of people were nothing new to the former slave-girl. "So now we just go up that flight of stairs over there, and we'll be downtown, in the middle of the city," Becky said, pleased with how well Nanu had handled the subway. "Soon enough, we'll have everything you need." At least the hard part was over. Becky had been wrong. Becky had brought Nanu up the stairs and out onto the street, and Nanu had immediately collapsed to her knees, holding herself and shaking in fright as she stared at the ground, refusing to look up. People parted around them while Becky tried to figure out what was wrong. Nanu was almost pale, her eyes wide, and wet with tears. And then she understood. Nanu was absolutely terrified because of the skyscrapers surrounding them. Nothing like these could possibly have existed in her imagination. Some buildings in Rome might have seen tall to her, like the Colosseum, or maybe some of the other edifices, but nothing like this, where a structure soared hundreds of meters into the sky. And they were everywhere, surrounding them. There were so many that the sun wasn't even touching them. "Nanu," Becky said, kneeling down and stroking the younger girl's back. "I'm sorry, I didn't think to tell you about how tall buildings could get. I promise, you're fine." "Is she okay?" someone asked as they paused to see what was happening. "Do you need help?" "We're fine, thank you, though," Becky said, giving the person an assuring smile. "She's from a remote region in Africa and she's never seen skyscrapers before, she just got spooked." The person shrugged and wandered off. "Nanu, honey," Becky said gently, still holding her. "I know you're frightened and that you feel like you can't move, but we can't stay right here, blocking everyone. We're going to stand up and walk just out of the way, and then you can talk all the time you need, okay?" Nanu somehow nodded and Becky held her close as she helped her stand and then shuffled her out of the way of the churning crowds of the business district, standing in a clear space beneath an overhang. Nanu didn't seem to notice they were beneath one of the skyscrapers, because she was still looking at the concrete beneath her. "They'll fall," she whispered. "They'll fall on us and crush us." Becky smiled. "I promise you, my love, they won't fall on us. I have been in these buildings many, many times, since I was a little girl. They don't fall, they were erected by master builders. In my day and age, we were just able to build taller things than people in your day were. Just as you built taller things than your ancestors, right?" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her teeth. Becky realized that all the honking of horns, the screech of hydraulic brakes, and various other sounds of modern technology were getting to Nanu. She'd never heard anything remotely like them, of course. "Nanu," Becky cooed, taking the lovely Egyptian girl's face in her hands and smiling at her. "Remember how I said that Rome stunk like shit and I'd never get used to it?" Nanu nodded slowly. Her eyes were still wide and haunted. "And do you remember laughing and telling me that I would get used to it if I made up my mind about it?" Another nod. "Sometimes my world is loud, Nanu," she continued. "In ways you cannot anticipate. Far, far louder than you can imagine. And lots of things will seem impossibly big to you. But if I can get used to the stink of Rome, I promise you that you can stop being afraid of all this stuff in my world, okay?" At that very moment, of course, a huge cement truck blared its horn, and Nanu shrieked in fright and threw herself against Becky, shaking like a leaf. Becky held her close, whispering to her and reassuring her. Nanu had never heard anything remotely that loud, even in this time. This was going to be a slow process, clearly. Nanu just had to trust Becky, and Becky had to be infinitely patient. "Mistress," Nanu said in a tiny voice, her face still pressed into Becky's shoulder. "We might need to find one of your washrooms, I think I pissed myself." Becky sighed and nodded. There was a food court in the building just behind them, and washrooms no doubt would be at hand. She only wished she'd thought of bringing spare clothes in case this happened. Was looking after someone from the distant past really supposed to be this hard? A small, out-of-the-way bookshop just off Yonge Street. The more Becky thought about it, the more she realized that this forgotten nook away from all the crowds was the perfect place for the chroniques dealer to have his business. After all, he wasn't looking for revenue from the people of the 21st century, was he? Becky and Mark were notable exceptions to that rule. Being off the beaten path made it easier for his time-travelling customers to find him and go about their business without interference. Still downtown and accessible, but a few doors down from the country's busiest avenue, on an obscure side street. Perfect for this sort of enterprise. They had walked north from the business district with its endless skyscrapers, Nanu steadfastly refusing to look back at them. There were still tall buildings, like the Eaton Centre towers, or the Aura Tower, but they were more spaced out, not completely surrounding them on all sides. Most of the buildings were of a height Nanu seemed to be able to handle, even if the street traffic was still scaring her with its noise. She would stop occasionally to look in store windows, seemingly fascinated by whatever they were selling. At one point, Becky laughed and had to pull Nanu's face off a window, because she was Uhking at the people just inside, trying to eat their food. Nanu didn't know what a restaurant was. They reached their destination and the store was blissfully quiet as they slipped inside, with Eighties music playing over the tinny old speakers. "Get off the car Kick his chain Kick his pride Get him soaked hit run Lift up your toes In my mouth And we can make love And we can go And we can go And we can go We're covered by the sacred fire When you come to me You come to me broke;” "Miss Fischer, it's good to see you again," the old man behind the desk said, smiling at her from beneath a face full of grey whiskers that any Who in Whoville would envy. He looked at her companion. "And this must be Nanu." "Oh, uh, yes," Becky said, caught off-guard that he seemed to know. "This is Nanu. Pardon me for asking, Walter, but why did you know that?" His smile was kindly. "The Agency came by, was advising dealers that a rare event had occurred, an Egyptian girl from the distant past coming forward, a distinctive girl named Nanu. She only speaks Latin and Coptic, right?" Becky nodded while Nanu just looked on, knowing they were talking about her. She trusted her Mistress, however. "I was actually coming by for that reason. If she's going to stay, not only will she need some foolproof documentation of various sorts, but I was hoping we could speed up her English by chipping her, you know? Like we did with Mark for Latin and Greek." "No harm in trying, right?" the old man named Walter reasoned. "After all, it didn't harm Mark." "Who can tell with that boy sometimes," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "In any event, Mark and that Holmes Field Device aren't available to us for the next three months, since I am trying to catch up with him, so we're sort of on our own. I'm not looking for any temporal thingies, just ways to make Nanu's life manageable, since she's stuck here with me." "We should be able to do this one mostly gratis," Walter said. "The news of your girl is already around the time stream, and it's giving me business, since people know I helped her out." Becky thought about that. "Meaning you know you already helped her out." "You're getting the hang of it," Walter said. "When you're predestined to do something because you have found out it's supposed to happen, we in the community call it 'fating'. Whatever it is you've found out you're supposed to do, it happens, even if you try to make it not happen." "So you couldn't refuse to help us right now?" Becky asked, a wry expression on her face. "Literally, what's stopping you from refusing to help us?" Walter chuckled. "Could be anything. It might turn out that there's a clone of me somewhere that helps you when my back is turned. Or maybe the clone refused to help, and I did. All I can tell you is that today, Nanu gets helped by me, no matter what anyone wants, myself included." "That sounds inconvenient." "Nobody likes feeling helpless," Walter reasoned. "It's why we try to avoid knowing things and being fated. If I could prove to you tomorrow that you'd be swept away by a white knight and taken off to a fairy tale wedding and happily ever after, nothing whatsoever you do would stop it. You're stuck having your happy ending and you had no choice in the matter." Becky nodded. "The less I know about the future, especially my own, the better off I am, because my choices are, in theory, still my own." "Excellent," Walter said, pleased. "Now, let's get this girl some ID, shall we?" A small, isolated room, an hour later. Nanu yawned and rubbed her temple, feeling a slight headache. Had she fallen asleep? She blinked her eyes and saw Re-be-kah smiling at her, sitting in a chair beside. "Mistress?" she said rather groggily, yawning again. "You're fine, darling," Becky said gently, squeezing her hand. "We tried to do something to help you, but we don't think it worked. I'm going to try speaking in my language and then see if you understand me, okay?" Nanu nodded. "Can you understand me?" Becky asked in concise English. Nanu blinked at her and then shook her head. "Well, damn," Becky sighed. "Can you try to say anything in my language, Nanu?" Nanu thought for a moment. "Fuck; purick in cunat." Becky giggled. "You could already say those things, you little tramp!" Nanu smiled and blushed. "We tried to help you speak my language by putting a little thing inside your head, but it didn't work." Nanu pressed her fingers to her temple, where the localized discomfort was. "Did I do something wrong, Mistress, to make it not work?" Becky shook her head. "No, it has nothing to do with you, really. One day, it might work, so we'll keep it where it is, I guess. No harm in waiting it out." She dug around in her purse she was carrying. "Meanwhile;” The blonde was smiling brightly as she presented Nanu with a handful of items. "We managed to create an identity for you in this world. It's a good start." Nanu examined the things curiously. She opened a small, greenish shell with a stylized bird on it, her eyes widening when she saw her own image looking back at her. Her own lovely face. There was some flowing script she did not recognize at all along with it. "It is called a 'passport'," Becky explained. "It tells officials who you are and where you are from. This says you are from Egypt." "Well, I am," the Egyptian girl reasoned with a small shrug. "Just not your Egypt." "Correct, but they won't know that, and that's safer for you," Becky agreed. "Your name is now Nanu Tehemet." The girl's eyes went wide. "My name is Queen Nanu?" Becky laughed. "Nobody anywhere will know what Tehemet means, sweetie, it's just your surname now for convenience. Also, we made some medical records for you, including your blood type. And I still need to put in a call and have a doctor lined up who will look after you." Becky knew that part might be tricky, since any doctor from her own era would be confused by Nanu's physiology, genetic code, and dental records. She was completely unique that way. Could any modern doctor be trusted? Did she need to find a doctor who was a member of the temporal community to look after Nanu? Questions, always more questions. "A doctor?" Nanu almost groused, wrinkling her nose. "Roman doctors were smelly and evil. I hope your doctors are better." "I like to think so," Becky agreed, nodding. "But with all this information I just gave you, you'll be safer than without it. Remember how if a slave was freed in Rome, they made sure he had documents of manumission? These documents, like my own, record you as a sovereign citizen and a visitor here in Canada." "Wouldn't it make more sense to just claim I was from Ka-na-da?" Nanu reasoned. Becky smiled and caressed Nanu's cheek. "No one would believe you are from Canada, my love, you don't speak any of our languages. One day, I promise, we'll get you made a citizen. For now, this is just to ensure your safety." As always, Nanu took Becky's word for it and just nodded. "Now then," Becky said, taking the items back and then standing up, smiling brightly. "Let's go eat and get you some clothes, shall we?" Half an hour later. They were sitting in the food court of the Eaton Centre, and Nanu was devouring everything Becky had put in front of her. Becky dreaded the effects this might have on her lover's intestinal tract later, but for now, Nanu was happy. There was no food she wasn't sampling and putting away; pizza, falafel, burgers, fries, poutine, spaghetti, Chinese food. My poor bank account, she despaired slightly as she watched the tiny girl wolf down all the food with a frightening eagerness. She really likes salty things, I'll bet living on a slave's diet means she has an iodine deficiency. I'll have to see to that. Becky thought Nanu might bite her hand off when she tried to reach for one of the siu mai dumplings. Eventually, though, the Egyptian girl relented and let her Mistress have one. Becky also made the mistake of letting Nanu try some pop, and soon the girl was wired. She'd have to explain the dangers of sugar and rotting the teeth out of your head. Nanu annihilated the Timbits she had for dessert. Her little belly was swollen when she stood up from the table. She almost looked pregnant, but she was beaming with delight. Suddenly, she burped so long and loudly that everyone in the food court paused and looked at the pair. "Sorry," Becky said apologetically to the nearby tables. "It's her first day with North American fast food." "Mistress, that was all so good!" Nanu gushed, oblivious of her faux pas. "I loved it all, even the stupid cow meat!" "I think you tried just about everything except the Jamaican food," Becky said, gathering up the debris at their table to put at the disposal station. "Where?" Nanu asked, looking around hurriedly. Had they missed one? "May I try it?" "Another time, you greedy little pill," Becky laughed as she disposed of their waste. "Don't worry, we'll be back." "And you said we're underground?" Nanu asked, looking around in wonder again. The space was huge and so open, like a forum surrounded by endless shops, but there was no sky above her, just a distant white ceiling. Becky nodded. "And there are more shops above us. That's where we're going, to find clothes and so on for you." They took more of the magic moving stairs, carrying Nanu up to another level. She watched over the railing in awe, feeling so very superior to the people who were still below, like puny ants. The sights and the smells and the throngs of people enthralled her. "Mistress, I am so excited that I think I need to pee," she said, feeling a twinge in her cunt. "Just over here," Becky said, diverting them down a small hallway. "I happen to know these washrooms are pretty clean because they're seldom used." "You are so smart, Mistress," Nanu said proudly as Becky led her into the little room with all the weird stalls. Becky led her over to one of the stalls and gestured for her to enter. "Go inside, pulls down your pants, do your business, and then use the tissue like we do back at home," Becky instructed. "I'll wait out here." "You won't come in with me, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "How will you watch me pee?" "No, sweetie," Becky replied, smiling. "That's not how we customarily do things in public places in my time. I'll be right out here, though." Nanu shrugged and sighed, heading into the little stall and Becky closed it behind her. She heard the Egyptian girl shuffling around, and then Nanu let out a groan, peeing very loudly. Becky wasn't surprised, given all the pop Nanu had inhaled. The sugar crash was going to be awesome. Some other unladylike sounds followed, but at least Nanu didn't seem to be turning herself inside out like she had the previous day. Baby steps. There was a pause and Nanu seemed to be finished, so Becky began talking. "Okay, sweetie, remember what I told you. Go ahead and clean up, but just be aware of' There was a sudden flushing sound, followed by a yelp of shock and fear. A split second later, the stall door burst open and Nanu raced out, her track pants still around her ankles as she hobbled as quickly as she could toward the exit, her eyes wide in panic and once again peeing herself. "Just watch out for the automatic flush mechanism;” Becky grumbled as she loped off after Nanu before s

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Każdy lek, który kupujemy w aptece, przeszedł wcześniej fazy ściśle kontrolowanych badań klinicznych. W czasie czterech faz testuje się jego bezpieczeństwo, dawkowanie, reakcje z innymi schorzeniami lub lekami.Obiecane w odcinku linki: Wyszukiwarka badań finansowanych przez ABM Wyszukiwarka ABMEuropejska Sieć Informacji o badaniach klinicznych Wyszukiwarka badaniakliniczne.plWyszukiwarka U.S. National Library of Medicine Wyszukiwarka ClinicalTrials.gov - przewodnik do pobraniaWyszukiwarka Europejskiej Agencji Leków (EMA) Wyszukiwarka EMAMonitorowanie nie kończy się z momentem wypuszczenia leku na rynek. – Leki mają serie. Każda seria leku musi być taka sama, to znaczy skład musi być taki sam – tłumaczy dr n. med. Elżbieta Bylina, dyrektorka Centrum Rozwoju Badań Klinicznych w Agencji Badań Medycznych. Monitoruje się też zgłoszenia od pacjentów i lekarzy na temat ewentualnych działań niepożądanych i jeśli jest ich dużo, lek może zostać wycofany z rynku. Te przepisy nie dotyczą suplementów diety: nie muszą przechodzić badań klinicznych ani zachowywać niezmiennego składu. Suplementy diety to żywność, nie mogą leczyć, choć mogą działać wspierająco. Pamiętajmy o tym widząc kolejne reklamy suplementów.Nad wprowadzaniem na rynek nowych leków czuwają instytucje państwowe. W Polsce są to Urząd Rejestracji Produktów Leczniczych, Wyrobów Medycznych i Produktów Biobójczych oraz Naczelna Komisja Bioetyczna. Dodatkowe komisje bioetyczne można powoływać przy uniwersytetach, placówkach badawczych i izbach lekarskich.Działanie testowanej substancji leczniczej sprawdza się najpierw na sztucznie wyhodowanych komórkach, ale to za mało. Wszystkie leki są na jakimś etapie testowane na zwierzętach i na pacjentach, którzy wyrazili na to zgodę. – Dana cząsteczka może się inaczej zachowywać wewnątrz organizmu niż na zewnątrz, na liniach komórkowych – tłumaczy dr Bylina. Naukowcy starają się zwierzęta oszczędzać, np. testować kilka różnych substancji na tym samym osobniku. A badania na ludziach są dobrowolne (ochotnicy zgłaszają się do badań klinicznych, ważne: nigdy za to nie płacą) i zwykle podwójnie zaślepione. To znaczy, że pacjent nie wie, czy otrzymuje badany produkt, czy placebo, nie wie tego również lekarz. To zapewnia obiektywność wyników. Naukowcy starają się też, by grupy badawcze były zróżnicowane pod względem płci, wieku i chorób towarzyszących. To pozwala lepiej przetestować produkt i wyłapać ewentualne skutki uboczne na wcześniejszym etapie.W odcinku usłyszycie też, dlaczego kobiety w ciąży i małe dzieci mogą przyjmować tak mało leków, gdzie szukać informacji o badaniach klinicznych i jak zapewnić, by producent leku nie wpływał na wyniki badań. Są też słowa podziękowania dla wszystkich pacjentów, którzy decydują się brać udział w badaniach.Odcinek jest efektem współpracy z Agencją Badań Medycznych, publicznej instytucji działającej od 2019 roku.

Lenka Ježová patrí k tváram politickej publicistiky na Slovensku. Diváci ju poznajú ako nekompromisnú, no zároveň pokojnú moderátorku, ktorá sa nebojí klásť politikom aj nepríjemné otázky. Práca v neustálom napätí, ovplyvnená rýchlosťou sociálnych sietí, si však vyberá svoju daň. Ako sama s úsmevom priznáva, pocit, že jej deň by potreboval viac hodín, je jej dôverne známy. „Každý deň mám pocit, že 24 hodín mi nestačí,“ hovorí v úvode rozhovoru tvár relácie Politika 24. Dôvodom je podľa nej obrovské kvantum práce, ktoré dnes novinárom dávajú samotní politici, najmä vďaka sociálnym sieťam. „Kedysi nám stačilo ísť na tlačovú konferenciu, dnes musíme strážiť oveľa viac zdrojov. Práca je náročnejšia ako v minulosti,“ vysvetľuje zmenu v novinárskej profesii. Intenzita a neustály tlak vedú podľa nej k javu, ktorý je v brandži bežný. „Neexistuje novinár, ktorý by už aspoň trikrát nevyhorel,“ hovorí otvorene s tým, že psychohygiena je pre ňu kľúčová. V náročných diskusiách jej pomáha analytické myslenie a schopnosť nenechať sa vtiahnuť do politického boja. „My tam nie sme od toho, aby sme bojovali s politikom. Sme tam od toho, aby sme kládli otázky za ľudí,“ zdôrazňuje. V relácii Rozhovory so Zdenom Gáfrikom sme otvorili aj ďalšie témy. Ako sa postupne prepracovala od recenzií hardvéru a relácií o investovaní až k vrcholovej politike? V čom ju limitujú jej české korene a kedy jej v živom vysielaní „ujde“ čeština? Prečo je podľa nej najhoršie, keď novinár alebo politik uverí sám sebe? A aký odkaz má pre mladé ženy, ktoré o sebe pochybujú? Dozviete sa ešte omnoho viac v novej epizóde Rozhovorov so Zdenom Gáfrikom.

„Няма нищо по-измамно от очевидния факт!“ Това твърди прочутият Шерлок Холмс в разказа „Загадката на долината Боскум“, който излиза от печат за първи път през есента на 1891 г. в британското месечно издание „The Strand Magazine“. Автор на произведението е гениалният писател Артър Конан Дойл и тъкмо той е темата на настоящия брой на знаменития, заострен и зрелищен видео подкаст „Pop Script“, в който водещият Благой Д. Иванов кани компетентни хора, с които обсъжда разнообразието в културата и изкуството. Този път въпросните компетентни хора са Емил Минчев (писател и преводач, автор на поредицата за детектива Бънк Ромеро) и Зорница „Зузи“ Аспарухова (журналист и кинокритик), които освен че са диви почитатели на родения в Шотландия класик, са също начетени, очарователни и артикулирани. Разговорът минава през всякакви аспекти от живота, творчеството и мирогледа на Дойл, например: • Защо един офталмолог решава да зареже медицината и да се посвети на литературата • Кои са неговите предходници в криминалната проза – от Едгар Алън По до Уилки Колинс • Кои са неговите наследници – от Дашиъл Хамет през Агата Кристи до Реймънд Чандлър • Kaкво прави „Баскервилското куче“ толкова велика творба • Кой е проф. Джордж Челинджър, когото срещаме в книги като „Изгубеният свят“, „Отровният пояс“ и „Страната на мъглите“ • Рационализъм срещу ирационализъм – парадоксите в личната философия на Дойл, от логика и здрав разум до спиритуализъм и суеверия • Аферата с горските феи от Котингли и особената дружба с илюзиониста Хари Худини • Любими филми, сериали и книги, вдъхновени от белетристичното наследство на Дойл • Какви са предсмъртните думи на Дойл? В края на дискусията тримата заделят няколко минути, които са off-topic, но пък са посветени на друга любима тема: „Франкенщайн“ на Мери Шели, като повод за този завой е актуалната екранизация, дело на Гийермо дел Торо – става или не става обаче тази въпросна екранизация? Всичко това – в новия „Pop Script“! Гледайте с видео тук: https://youtu.be/itHoVuuCE_s _______________ #about #podcast Серията Pop Script на Ratio Podcast e условен опит за съюз между между високото и ниското изкуство c акцент върху поп-културата. Всяко издание се опитва да дава трибуна на разнообразна селекция от гости, да задълбава във всякакви теми, да нищи литература, музика, изобразително изкуство, кино и дори гейминг, без цензура на съдържанието и без политическа коректност. Това е една от шестте серии на Ratio Podcast – един подкаст за любопитни хора. С негова помощ ще си сверите часовника за всичко най-ново в света на науката и културата и ще чуете неформални разговори, свързани или вдъхновени от наука.

Hypotéza 38: Ako Božia milosť často učí tých, ktorí sa o seba starajú a zverujú sa do jeho prozreteľnosti, ktorá ich vedie prostredníctvom jednoduchých ľudí a cudzincov; pokorní sa neodmietajú učiť od každého, koho môžu stretnúť.   Filokalia Live - pravidelné online formačné stretnutia. Zámerom je spoznávanie a osvojovanie umenia duchovného života štúdiom učenia svätých otcov. Štvrtkové stretnutia sú venované uvažovaniu nad dielom Evergetinos. Ide o rozsiahlu zbierku výrokov a krátkych príbehov zo života púštnych otcov, ktorá bola zostavená mníchom Pavlom v 11. storočí. Každá kapitola dáva dôkladné vysvetlenie predstavenej témy a postupne čitateľa sprevádza od položenia základných kameňov duchovného život až po jeho výšiny. Stretnutia sa konajú každý pondelok a štvrtok o 20.00 hod. V prípade záujmu sa môžete zaregistrovať a e-mailom Vám bude zaslaný link pre vstup na stretnutie.  

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

The Time Riders: Part 12 Teaching Nanu about the modern world. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu. It made her love her Mistress even more. "Let's go back inside," Becky suggested, pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later." She looked both ways before taking them across the road, holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances. "Mistress?" "Yes, my love?" As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house, Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something. "I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I pissed myself and ruined the sack." Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't worry, I'll find you another." "Can it have a flaming cock on it again?" Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that." Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock shirts, my love. I promise." The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon. After a nap. "Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times, but were simply enjoying the sensations now. "Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark." "If we meet your friends, what will you tell them about me?" One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English." Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where in the empire of the Romans is it?" Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing. She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly. "Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;” She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind, either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did. It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned. "Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation called 'Canada'." "Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?" Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world." Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!" she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?" Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult. "Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean anything to you?" Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count well." "I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred years ago." Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome? Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from, Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own." A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are you lying to me?" Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised you I wouldn't lie to you." "But I don't understand what you mean," the Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I don't understand them!" She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.." Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When she opened them, she nodded. "Come downstairs with me and I will try," she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the rug. "There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow. She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them. "Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know." Nanu nodded slowly. Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years, Nanu." Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she started. "One; two; three;” Fifteen minutes later. Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred fifty-two;” Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by, but Nanu kept counting. "Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!" Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away, scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the room. "You're Lying!" "Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street. She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing. "Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door, looking around. "Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!" But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu! Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet? Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them do it? She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe? She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to smell completely different to her! She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around. "Nanu!" she called loudly. She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently. "Nanu?" "En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!" Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright. Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with? "I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see." Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman. And Nanu finally spoke. "They're gone, Mistress," she said in little more than a whisper. "They're all gone." Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?" "They're dead," she managed to say in a rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;” Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently. The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness. "Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say." "What can you say?" the girl murmured. "You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress." "You're right, of course," Becky admitted, nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead, but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all." "Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger was the pile of coins going to get?" Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting." She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before Nanu finally spoke. "There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt." Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees as she tried to stop. "Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did you let me do this?" "I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to keep you from doing crazy things. I promise." "I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out. "Did you bring me something to wear?" "No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub, anyway?" There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?" "They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much." Nanu considered. "What was his name?" Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for short." There was another pause. "What does that name even mean?" Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I think the Romans called olibanum." "You named your dog after that shit my Flavian masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not impressed. "Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady." "Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress." "Okay, are you ready to come home now?" asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best. I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house." There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered. "Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared." "I don't blame you, my love," Becky said gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere, can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly." She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please believe me when I say that we want your happiness." "I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now." Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She owed Nanu an out if she wanted one. "Okay," she said finally. "I'm going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside, I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and get us home, okay?" The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward, grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her, Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed between Becky's ample tits. Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with? Naked? Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette. She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home. She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of the darkness. "Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered. Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment; she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This neighborhood wasn't known for being terribly nosy, as long as you weren't too dark of skin. Becky hadn't quite figured out how to solve that problem yet. "Eep! Nanu!" she hissed, shivering as Nanu's mouth found one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She heard Nanu hum contentedly, clearly willing to occupy herself this way while Becky got them home. "What're you doing, you brat?" Nanu ignored her, and Becky realized she'd been speaking English, so Nanu was free to not notice anything she said and had a perfectly viable excuse for doing so. Becky bit her lip as Nanu's wicked tongue swirled around her nipple before she began sucking again. Worse, one of the little brat's hands found her cunt and began stoking it. Whether she wanted to or not, Becky started getting wet and she tried waddling faster. Becky was going to kill Nanu when they got home. She was going to fuck her to death! Another block down. Becky could feel her face was flushed, and she was sweating now, and not only from the effort of carrying Nanu around her middle beneath the damned coat. She bit her lip and groaned as her eyes almost rolled up into her head. Dammit, one of Nanu's fingers found her way inside Becky's cunt! She tried closing her legs as she walked, to force the little tramp's finger out, but she quickly realized she would lose her balance and fall over if she kept this up. Sighing in frustration, she kept her legs open while she walked, doing her best to walk faster. "What're you smuggling under your coat, Fischer?" guffawed a neighbor as he walked by. "An orangutan?" "Uh; just groceries I have to protect!" Becky replied hastily, wrapping her arms under Nanu's ass as if holding the aforementioned imaginary groceries. She heard Nanu sigh and wiggle her cheeks on the hands. She kept sucking on Becky's tits and fingering her cunt. Becky's knees were trembling, and she was fairly certain she was dripping, leaving a path of sticky droplets on the sidewalk her behind her. Her whole body was tingling, even as she struggled to walk. "Uh!" Becky gasped loudly as Nanu bit and tugged on the nipple, the delicious sting lancing along the blonde's nervous system. "You little brat," she hissed, pulling the top of the coat open and scowling down into it. "When we get home, I am spanking your ass right off, young lady!" "If you make it that far, Mistress," Nanu replied, smirking up at her evilly. "If you make it home before you cum, I will eat a whole package of that bay-kon as punishment." Becky waddled faster, panting now as she fought for control. Nanu had two fingers in her now, making scooping motions along her upper wall. "Uh, that's cheating, you little slut!" "It is taking us so long to get home, Mistress," Nanu teased, slithering her tongue around a nipple. "How far are we walking? The length of your Ka-na-da?" Staggering quickly, almost wheezing like she was about to give birth, Becky moved on relentlessly. She almost couldn't see anything as pleasure kept flooding through her, promising orgasm was just around the corner. But Becky knew she didn't have strength to climax and keep moving. If she came, she would be collapsing to her knees and cumming on the sidewalk. If she was lucky, she'd remain kneeling. Sweat was streaming from her body. She was amazed Nanu was still able to hold on at all. C'mon; c'mon. She moaned as Nanu got a third slender finger inside her Mistress, and some woman chose that exact moment to go jogging by, giving Becky a confused look. Becky ignored her and just soldiered on as best she could. She could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs. How ridiculous must she have looked, barefoot, waddling around in a long jacket, smuggling an octopus while grunting and moaning like she was in a porn movie? She had barely turned up onto the little walkway leading up to her house before she tore the coat open and burst into a run, stampeding up the stairs while Nanu squeaked in alarm. She flung the door open and staggered inside, panting like she'd just run a marathon and sweating like she'd been fucked by twenty men in a row. Nanu was goggling up at her Mistress in shock (and maybe a little panic). Becky's blue eyes flashed and she grabbed the slave-girl and shoved her down her sweat-slicked body. Nanu's knees hit the wooden floor and she barely had time to register what had happened before Becky grabbed her head and jammed it against her steaming cunt. Nanu grunted and almost choked as Becky ground her hips with a dreadful eagerness, desperate to cum. Nanu slid her tongue inside and lashed her Mistress' cunt frantically. One of Becky's hands scrabbled for and finally grabbed onto the front door, managing to swing it closed so that they couldn't be seen from outside anymore. Leaning back against the wall, she bucked her hips furiously against Nanu's face, both her hands now gripping the Egyptian girl's black hair. She hissed and panted, her entire body shaking. Becky clamped her hands over her mouth and shrieked, juddering as the orgasm rocked her. She was barely cognizant of Nanu below her, trying not to drown as Becky's cunt flooded over. Becky pumped and ground greedily, reality spinning around her. She felt herself slumping down the wall to the floor, her hand on the back of Nanu's head, making sure the girl didn't try to escape. Becky felt like her eyes had switched sockets. Thank God this hadn't happened on the street or she would have been arrested, no question. At last, she opened her eyes and Nanu was kneeling in front of her, waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. Her face and much of her upper chest were glistening with Becky's cum. Not surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind. She stayed quiet until Becky seemed more focused before she finally spoke. "I guess I'm going to have the shits for a few days after the bay-kon, aren't I, Mistress? I lost the wager." Becky wearily reached up and caressed her beloved Nanu's hair. "I'm not letting you eat all my bacon, you silly slut. I love bacon. I'll figure some other way to punish you for losing the wager, like tonguing my ass or something." Nanu nodded. "I think I will enjoy losing wagers to you, Mistress." Becky laughed tiredly. They weren't even through their first day yet and she was exhausted. How many millions more things did she have to teach Nanu before this would was safe for her? And she only had three months to do it! Who would've thought that introducing someone to the future would prove so troublesome? "So you do want to see how the television works?" Becky asked, holding up the remote. Nanu looked at her curiously. They were both naked again, and in all likelihood intended to stay that way, unless they had to leave the house. Becky imagined that Nanu's ass probably still hurt somewhat, and anything she could do to relieve the discomfort was likely in order. Not wearing clothes seemed like a good start. "Mistress, I don't even know what it does, never mind how it works," the Egyptian girl pointed out, sitting on the floor, cross-legged. She gestured at the small black device her mistress held. "Wassa?" "This controls the television for me," Becky said, sitting down next to her charge and showing Nanu all the tiny buttons on the device. Granted, Nanu didn't know what buttons were, so she merely frowned at the remote in mild confusion. "I use it to watch things on the television. It allows me to select what I watch." She pointed the remote at the television and pushed the Power button. The High Definition unit, which was actually longer than Nanu was tall, winked on, and noise blared from it as images came on the screen. Nanu squealed at the sound and scrambled behind Becky, hiding and clutching her mistress' flanks. Becky giggled and lowered the volume. "You can come out now, hero," Becky said, smirking. "I lowered the volume." Nanu peeked out from behind her mistress, looking at the screen warily. She stared for some seconds, unable to understand what she was seeing. Some yellow-haired woman, ridiculously overclothed, was looking at Nanu and babbling in what she could only assume was En-gush. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke into what looked like a black cock. It was windy, apparently, because her hair was blowing around. Nanu slowly crawled toward the TV, her eyes narrowing. Becky watched in amusement, still sitting some distance away. Nanu had a great ass, and she could stare at it endlessly. The younger woman moved close to the screen, staring in bewilderment. Becky had lowered the volume sufficiently so that the news reporter wasn't yelling in Nanu's face. Nanu stared, then moved to the side of the television, looking around and behind it, sitting on its smoked glass countertop. She crawled around to the other side and looked behind again. Finally, she turned and looked at Becky in confusion. "Mistress?" she asked uncertainly. "Why do you keep the woman in the tiny box? How?" Becky had half-expected the question, of course, but it was still funny to hear. Once she was done snickering (Nanu waited patiently, looking only slightly annoyed), Becky replied. "She is not trapped inside the television, darling. It is a device that can show me other people. You have paintings in Rome and back in Egypt, right?" Nanu nodded. "And of course, a painting is just an illustration of someone," Becky explained. She'd had a little bit of time to put thought into this. "They're not actually in the painting, trapped." "So;” Nanu ventured, thinking about it. "The woman inside the box is a painting? Why can it move and talk to me?" "It's not a painting, it's a representation of her," Becky replied, knowing this would get awkward. "A television allows me to see things that are happening elsewhere." Nanu's eyes widened in shock. "The woman you see on the television is here in the city somewhere. I can see other people as well;” She changed the channel, and the television now displayed a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Unfortunately, a split second after the cartoon came up, Tom screamed loudly, having stabbed himself in the ass with a needle on the end of a pool cue. Nanu yelped in fright and threw herself into Becky's arms, shaking. Becky wheezed as she tumbled onto her back, holding onto her young ward. Nanu was trembling, her face stuffed between Becky's boobs. "Mistress, the box frightens me," the girl whispered. "It is too loud." "We can change how loud it is, Nanu," Becky said gently, pushing herself up into a sitting position and hugging Nanu, who was still wrapped around her, refusing to let go. "My world is probably rather loud compared to the one you know, my love. And the noises will be things you're not used to. But I promise you that you will adapt. Just like you did to life in Rome, and just like you will to bacon." Nanu nodded and then turned her head to look back at the TV. "Is; is that supposed to be a mouse and a cat?" Becky nodded. "Someone drew them to look comical and make people laugh." "The mouse is trying to kill the cat," Nanu pointed out. "He struck the cat on the head with the stick so that the cat screamed and swallowed that rolling ball. The mouse is evil. Are cats not sacred in your time, Mistress?" "Cats think they are, but many people just keep them as pets," Becky laughed. "Turn around and let me show you more. And I promise you, Nanu, nobody is caught inside the box. I don't quite know how to explain yet, but I will when I can. The television is meant to entertain." She changed the channel again and Nanu watched intently as Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago slugging it out on the screen. "You have gladiators in your society, Mistress?" she breathed, watching the bulging muscles flex as the two men pummeled one another. "We pay some athletes to fight, but we do not have death sports, like you remember," Becky replied, shrugging as she hugged Nanu, who was still sitting in her lap. "I mean, maybe some countries like the Veniti (Russians) do, but they're rather barbaric. We have Olympics, like you remember, just a lot more events. But this is just a story being told, this isn't real." "It looks very real," Nanu said, still glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other." "Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?" Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well, just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real." "How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?" Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up. "Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that actually happened, or whether it is a drama." Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?" Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel. Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another. "Oh, Nunes! She Just Hurt Cyborg!" crowed the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying. "And; they never use weapons?" Nanu asked in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice. "No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real." "These women are not very attractive, and punching each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?" Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere. "What else, does the magic box show us?" Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu might have been familiar with. "Do you; remember how announcements were placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?" Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things from hearsay, people telling other people things." "Well, there are people who are paid to report nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world." Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?" "Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm. "To-ron-to." Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against my lips, Mistress." Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut;” She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Tor-ron-to." Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet, darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you spell your name?" "Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some, Mistress, but; I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name." "Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the kitchen;” She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some colored markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the tip. "Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently but firmly. Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth, sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white color she'd almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface. NANV "Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English;” NANU Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?" Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well." She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu, followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT. Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I; I know my family is gone now but; what does my home look like?" "Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world." Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous and mighty?" Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth." Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain, Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but; I don't think the people there are Egyptians the way you understand them." Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?" "No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to explain. "But; for centuries after your time, there were waves of people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?" Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the great desert, aren't they?" Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those children in time, and soon; your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not as you would think of it." The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu. "My people are gone;” she murmured, looking at the floor. "We are no more;” Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in my world of your bloodline, your people." Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme." Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat, shall we?" This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table and sat Nanu down before sitting herself. "Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions, cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter," Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it." Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter. "What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like." Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You have eaten almonds?" The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop suspiciously. "This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon." Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively. She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly. "Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you." She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested. "Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you;” the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a cunt." "All in due course, my dear," Becky assured her. "For now, just eat." "How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed myself if I cannot work the food makers?" "I will start teaching you," the blonde said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food, but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some things that don't require the heat makers." "I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You said you teach young minds?" Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences." "Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?" Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu, education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's why I'm a teacher, after all." "I just thought you were smarter than everyone else and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You are certainly smarter than M-ark." "You'll get no argument from me, darling," giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing my science class." "Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they are failing in their studies." "No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between eight and nine hours." "That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress, but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about your world." "I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard." Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard, Mistress!" "Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table, leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd had it licked off her tits or her cunt, after all. They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub, where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath, making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class. "Hmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his." "I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's tits and down her torso. She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's cunt, and out of it. The brat in her came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day. "And you can't take me with you to your work?" Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's tits. "It's not a good idea right now, my love," the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but Mark is there, and he can't see you right now." "I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him at your school every day?" Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand that Mark and I travel through time, right?" Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes." "Well; imagine if I took you to see your family, but before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea who you were, because you weren't born yet." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress." "The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us, darling. So; you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad idea." Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I must just take your word for it; again." "Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either." "Three months without cock, Mistress," the younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?" "Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can." "Just not your students," Nanu grunted. "Who else is there?" Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers." "There must be lots of people in this world to fuck, Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt, but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I wanted when I was a slave." Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons. She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the time stream, had she? In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the innkeeper's two daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all. What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own time? "Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know who yet, but I'll make it happen." Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub getting to her. "Hmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock in my cunt." "So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do. We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow." "Where can we get some cock, Mistress?" Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her. The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big risk? Of course! Talk about surefire! She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close. "Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you. All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with me first, okay? I have to teach you some things." Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!" I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before then." Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone, which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface, which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was. Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button? She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button, allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shush gesture with her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and watched intently. Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical, wondrous voice. "Hello?" "Heya, Lady Prof," Becky said cheerfully. "It's Becky." What sounded like a gasp of delight emanated from the little box Becky held, and then the wonderful voice again. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer! How are you, my dearest and most talented student?" "I'm good, thanks," Becky replied, feeling a delicious tingle at the sound of that voice. "If you and Lord High Eve

Roy L Hales/ Cortes Currents - Mark Baker is once again acclaimed Chair and Mark Vonesch was selected as the new Vice Chair of the Strathcona Regional District Board. These offices are yearly appointments and were made at the board's inaugural meeting on Wednesday November 19, 2025.   This will be the fourth consecutive year that Mark Baker has been chosen Chair.   Campbell River Director Susan Sinnott and Regional Director Mark Vonesch ran for election as Vice Chair.  When neither candidate was able to obtain the necessary 8 votes after two rounds, they were asked to give a short speech.   Director Vonesch was first: “Thank you, this is fantastic: democracy in action. I think you've all seen the vigor and the passion that I brought to this board table , working for my community and working together to, to move the priorities of this board forward. That's something that I would bring to this leadership position. When I'm in meetings at UBCM, I'm speaking loudly and strongly for the needs of this entire district. I believe deeply in the power of government to have an impact on people's lives and the decisions that we make here are important. As the Vice Chair, I would be a candidate for all of you. I'd be a candidate for Campbell River. I'd be a candidate for Zeballos, Tahsis,Ka:'yu:'k't'h'/Che:k'tles7et'h' First Nations, Sayward and all the areas. Gold River, of course, Michael. I'm honored to be nominated and I appreciate you considering your support for me. I promise to hold this position with integrity and passion.” Director Sinnott stated,  “Thank you. So everyone knows I have been vice chair and it's not very often that you serve, but the most important event I felt very special about was what Director Rice did this year, which was represent the SRD at the Remembrance Day, which I think was a really nice thing to be able to do because our current chair is in his own community. The other thing is I can run a meeting very quickly and efficiently, I think, and make sure that we get through our business promptly and as well as represent the interests of the region as a whole because I'm very much into the regional approach.” This was followed by a third and once again inconclusive round of votes, after which they drew lots.  Thomas Yates, Senior Manager of Corporate Services, declared,  “Director Vonesch has been elected as Vice Chair.”  Chair Baker closed this segment of the board meeting:  “Well, congratulations to Director Vonesch. Thank you all again for electing me chair for the fourth year. I appreciate that very much. I will try to make you proud.”

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Kaštan nebo také jírovec je v lidovém léčitelství velmi oblíbený. Čaje se vaří z větviček, listů či květů.

Pobierz audycję w pliku mp3 Na początku listopada polską premierę miał pierwszy autoryzowany przez Stephena Kinga zbiór opowiadań, których akcja rozgrywa się w wykreowanym przez niego świecie, ale autorami tekstów są inni pisarze. "Koniec świata, jaki znamy. Bastion Stephena Kinga. Nowe historie" to zbiór 33 opowiadań opatrzonych wstępem m.in. Stephena Kinga. Każde z opowiadań zabierze Was ponownie do świata zniszczonego przez supergrypę Kapitana Tripsa, przedstawiając nowe wydarzenia, z nowymi bohaterami, często w różnych, nieoczywistych zakątkach świata. Zapraszamy Was na podcast, w którym omawiamy drugi zestaw tekstów wchodzących w pierwszą część tego zbioru. W wirtualnym studiu Radia SK spotkali się Hubert "Mando" Spandowski i Joanna "Murarz" Murawska. Dzisiaj na warsztat trafia kolejne dziewięć opowiadań przedstawiających koniec świata jaki znamy.Opowiadania:0:02:01 - W niewłaściwym miejscu o niewłaściwym czasie (C. Robert Cargill)0:06:44 - Instynkt drapieżnika (Hailey Piper)0:08:57 - Gracja (Tim Lebbon)0:15:52 - Pora ruszać (Richard Chizmar)0:20:45 - La mala hora (Alex Segura)0:23:42 - Afrykański malowany pies (Catriona Ward)0:28:43 - Aż obudzą nas ludzkie głosy i zatoniemy (Poppy Z. Brite)0:33:15 - Ostatnia sprawa Kovacha (Michael Koryta)0:38:04 - Na własnych zasadach (Alma Katsu)Jeżeli podoba ci się to co robię to możesz mnie wesprzeć nahttps://patronite.pl/radiosk

Obezita je nemoc, ze které se přirozenou cestou „uzdraví“ jen pět procent populace, říká v novém díle Longevity podcastu Hospodářských novin uznávaný internista a obezitolog Evžen Machytka. Každé další hubnutí podle něj vede k tomu, že tělo upraví produkci hormonů tak, aby ztrátě kilogramů zabránilo. Zvýší hormon hladu, sníží hormon sytosti a zpomalí metabolismus. I proto odmítá označování obézních za líne a neschopné, jak ve veřejném prostoru občas zaznívá. Sám zhubl přes dvacet kilogramů jen pomocí léků. „Najednou jsem snědl mnohem méně jídla než dříve. Neměl jsem takové chutě, tělo se hubnutí prostě nebránilo,“ říká Machytka a vysvětluje také, jak genetika ovlivňuje hubnutí.

Hodnota bank s českým kapitálem v posledním roce výrazně vzrostla. V žebříčku nejhodnotnějších českých firem Česká elita se tak i letos objevila Fio banka. Ta s oceněním 38 miliard korun obsadila 21. místo. Přitom její příběh začal velmi nenápadně – jako studentský projekt na Matematicko-fyzikální fakultě na počátku devadesátých let. Dnes je Fio jednou z nejviditelnějších českých finančních institucí. Její generální ředitel Jan Sochor stál u zrodu firmy, byl dokonce jejím prvním zaměstnancem. Tehdy brokerský projekt založili jeho někdejší spolužáci, z nichž dva – Romuald Kopún a Petr Marsa – vlastní firmu dodnes. Zatímco dnes sledujeme pohyby na trhu online, realita „devadesátek“ byla nesrovnatelně složitější. Ceny akcií se tehdy sledovaly na teletextu a instrukce na burzu se nosily na disketách: „Ráno přijít v osm do práce a nabušit to někam do počítače, dát to kolegovi, který zaběhne fyzicky na burzu cenných papírů, a tam předá disketu,“ popisuje dřevní dobu Jan Sochor v pořadu Agenda. Agenda. Rozhovory s top lídry českého byznysu, zakladateli firem, odborníky. Čtvrthodinka o byznysu z první ruky. Každý všední den na SZ Byznys a ve všech podcastových aplikacích. Odebírejte na Podcasty.cz, Apple Podcasts nebo Spotify.

Zapraszamy na premierowy odcinek serii Na prąd, w której zadajemy pytania: czym jest elektromobilność, jakie szanse tworzy, jakie wyzwania generuje i jak wpływa na energetykę, miasta, produkcję, rynek pracy oraz codzienną mobilność. Sprawdzamy, jak powstaje nowy ekosystem — od produkcji baterii, przez infrastrukturę po modele biznesowe i regulacje, które mają sprawić, by transformacja mobilności była sprawiedliwa. W pierwszym odcinku rozmawiamy z Williamem Todtsem, szefem think tanku T&E. Każdemu z odcinków podcastu towarzyszy tekst, w którym przyglądamy się, jak elektromobilność przestaje być niszą, a staje się jednym z kluczowych filarów transformacji transportu, energetyki i całej gospodarki. Tekst znajduje się pod tym linkiem - https://tinyurl.com/elektromobilnosc-vol1.

Ka dib dembiyada iyo dhaca oo batay awgeed ayuu guddoomiyaha gobolka Hiiraan awaamiir cusub oo nabadda lagu sugayo soo rogey. Jubba Land-na waxay ku dhawaaqday shir qaran.

Gazeteci Cemal Kaşıkçı'nın öldürülmesinden bu yana ilk kez Beyaz Saray'a gelen Suudi Veliaht Prens Muhammed bin Selman, Başkan Donald Trump ile Oval Ofis'te bir araya geldi. İki lider, Suudi Arabistan'ın Amerika'ya yapay zekâ çipleri ve F-35 savaş uçakları için bir trilyon ABD doları yatırım yapması, Kaşıkçı suikastı ve Gazze'nin yeniden imarı gibi konuları ele aldı.

Australia is known around the world for its rich and diverse First Nations cultures. But when it comes to native title and land rights, you might still wonder what they actually mean. Discover what native title means in Australia, how it began with the Mabo Case, what the Native Title Act does, and why it matters for all Australians. - L-Awstralja hija magħrufa madwar id-dinja għall-kulturi sinjuri u diversi tagħha tal-Ewwel Nazzjonijiet. Iżda meta niġu għat-titlu nattiv u d-drittijiet tal-art, xorta tista' tistaqsi xi jfissru. Skopri xi jfisser it-titlu nattiv fl-Awstralja, kif beda bil-Każ ta' Mabo, x'jagħmel l-Att dwar it-Titlu Nattiv, u għaliex huwa importanti għall-Awstraljani kollha.

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

Heil og sæl. Það er aldeilis fjör í þætti dagsins. Fimm viðmælendur. Haraldur Hróðmmarsson, Kristinn Kærnested, Svanhvít Valtýs, Einar Jónsson og Gunni Nella sá mikli KA maður. Við ræðum um Ísland-Úkraína og fleiri leiki í undankeppni HM. Enska boltann, fréttir og slúður hér innanlands, Olísdeildina, evrópu handboltann, KA-Þór í handboltanum, Bónusdeildina í körfubolta og margt, margt fleira. Njótið og takk fyrir að hlusta. 

S Petrou Hátlovou, která je redaktorkou, zabývající se problematikou zdravotnictví, si budeme povídat o vlasech. Má to dva důvody. Každý z nás bere vlasy, řasy a obočí jako samozřejmost, která nás dělá krásnějšími a atraktivnějšími. To však platí jen do chvíle, kdy se vše začne měnit. Kdy vlasy řídnou, vypadávají, mnohdy i po hrstech, až dojde k jejich úplné ztrátě.

Může se česká firma prosadit se mezi značkami spotřební elektroniky jako je Sony nebo Philips? Společnost Niceboy ukazuje, že to není nemožné. Během osmi let se dostala na osmnáct evropských trhů, vyhoupla se k půlmiliardovým tržbám a do tří let míří za dvojnásobkem. Vedle sluchátek, reproduktorů a chytrých spotřebičů tomu má pomoci i prsten, který jako první na světě hlídá zdraví a zároveň umí platit. „Na začátku roku jsme si nastavili tříletou strategii a na jejím konci bychom se chtěli dostat na tu pomyslnou metu jedné miliardy v obratu. Máme nastavenou strategii, která kombinuje inovativní produkty, zvýšenou přítomnost v zahraničí a rozvoj strategických spoluprací s partnery,“ popisuje v rozhovoru pro SZ Byznys generální ředitel Niceboy Michal Čarný s tím, že zatím – podle letošních výsledků- firma naplánovanou trajektorii drží. Agenda. Rozhovory s top lídry českého byznysu, zakladateli firem, odborníky. Čtvrthodinka o byznysu z první ruky. Každý všední den na SZ Byznys a ve všech podcastových aplikacích. Odebírejte na Podcasty.cz, Apple Podcasts nebo Spotify.

„Každá rozhorčenosť a vášnivosť, hnev a krik i rúhanie so všetkou zlosťou nech sú vám vzdialené. Ale buďte vospolok dobrotiví, milosrdní, odpúšťajte si, ako aj Boh odpustil vám v Kristovi.“ Ef 4:31-32 Ako poznamenala popová hviezda Taylor Swift: „Neznášajúci budú neznášať, neznášať, neznášať, neznášať, neznášať.“ Pravdepodobne si sa stretol s viac ako niekoľkými neznášajúcimi ľuďmi, […] Greg Laurie

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

Jestli se fotbalová reprezentace chtěla naladit na světovou výzvu, která ji čeká při březnové baráži, pak udělala ten nejhorší možný mezikrok. Po pondělním utkání rozzuřila fanoušky, kterým odmítla poděkovat za podporu. Nejvíc to schytal kapitán české reprezentace Tomáš Souček, který k fanouškům promluvil.Liga, která se dřív bez nadstavbové části hrála na třicet kol, se překlápí do druhé fáze. Do zimní přestávky zbývají čtyři kola. Slavia se Spartou se přetahují o první místo, Jablonec nezaostává. Experti z fotbalového podcastu Seznam Zpráv se shodují, že by ještě letos mohla zaútočit pátá Plzeň. Zvládne-li nedělní šlágr v Jablonci… A co se děje na konci tabulky?---Fotbal ze všech možných i nemožných úhlů pohledu. MVP jsou bývalí fotbaloví profesionálové Karel Tvaroh, Antonín Rosa, Tomáš Kučera a zkušený novinář Jan Palička, šéf sportovní rubriky Seznam Zpráv. Společně s námi hledejte nejdůležitější hráče, trenéry, přestupy, akce, problémy. Do hloubky a s humorem. I vy můžete být MVP. Každé úterý na webu Seznam Zpráv.Odebírejte na Podcasty.cz, Apple Podcasts nebo Spotify.Sledujte nás na Stream.cz nebo YouTube.Máte návrh, jak podcast vylepšit? Nebo nás chcete pochválit? Pište na audio@sz.cz.

Who could have guessed a conversation about burgers could get so heated?! -          Please send your emails to heresjohnnypodcast@gmail.com -          To join our community, feel free to join our discord! (https://discord.gg/htr6kRB) -          Check out our past reviews and lists on our show website at https://www.heresjohnnypodcast.com/ -          If you are able, you can support us on Patreon (patreon.com/heresjohnnypodcast) You can find Rachel on the Zombie Grrlz Horror Podcast, where they review horror films from the feminist perspective. For Stream Queens, we talk about horror movies you can stream on the internet. The More Deadly cast is dedicated to reviewing and signal-boosting horror movies directed by women-identified artists. The Cast of Ka tackles Stephen King's definitive work, The Dark Tower, one book at a time. Also, check out Rachel's Star Wars content over at Outpost Unknown (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8oumJZs4V_bTeL5cm7MAFg)!

Sérfræðingurinn, Stymmi Klippari og Geiri Sly komu í stúdíó Handkastsins og gerðu upp helgina í handboltanum hér heima og erlendis. Ágúst Elí er án liðs og gæti verið á heimleið. Úr íslenskir leikmenn að fá afslátt í gagnrýni? Það er stórleikur fyrir norðan í vikunni og allar líkur á að það verði uppselt í KA heimilið. Hverjar hafa verið fimm bestu í Olís deild kvenna í vetur. Ættum við að fækka í 14 leikmenn á skýrslu á næsta ársþingi HSÍ? Þetta og svo miklu miklu meira í nýjasta þætti Handkastsins.

Ja esi cilvēks ar lielām darba spējām, tev ir arī vajadzīga savu iekšējo resursu atjaunošana pienācīgā līmenī. Tā galīgi nav pieeja, kuru aktīvi cilvēki attiecinātu uz sevi. Viņi ir pieraduši darīt daudz. Citi ir pieraduši, ka viņi dara daudz. Un ne vieniem, ne otriem bieži vien nav pilnīga aina par to, ka “daudz” ir vēl vairāk, nekā “daudz”.Angliski to sauc “High performance requires high maintenance” (augstam sniegumam ir vajadzīga arī augsta uzturēšana). Praksē tas reti tā notiek.Mēs pieņemam, ka varam ilgstoši daudz darīt, ja mums patīk vai ir ļoti svarīgs tas, ko darām. Ka mīlestība uz darbu vai cilvēkiem un mērķiem, kuru dēļ darām, ir pietiekama aizsardzība pret savu resursu pārtērēšanu.Bet tā nav.Šī saruna ir turpinājums iepriekšējai epizodei Nr 242 (to atradīsi šeit). Un šoreiz ar Kristīni Virsnīti runājam par savu pieredzi:→ par augstām darbaspējām un neredzamo slodzi - visu to, ko dari citu labā, bet viņi pat nezina, cik tas tev “izmaksā”;→ kā vilkt robežas pašam ar sevi (ne tikai ar citiem) - un kāpēc tas ir grūtāk;→ kāpēc vienatne nav egoisms, bet uzlādēšanās, kas palīdz gan pašam, gan apkārtējiem;→ ko nozīmē uzpildīt bāku, PIRMS tu prasi no sevis nākamo augsto sniegumu, nevis PĒC tam, kad esi tukšs;→ par pieredzi atsakoties no saldumu ēšanas. Cerams, uz neredzēšanos.Problēma nav tajā, cik daudz tu dari. Problēma ir nedot sev iespēju atjaunoties atbilstoši tam, cik no sevis atdevi. Un tas, kas notiek tālāk, nav ilgtspējīgs. Ne veselībai, ne attiecībām, ne darbam, ko tik ļoti mīli.Sarunas tēmas noderēs, lai savā dzīvē ieviestu savlaicīgu atjaunošanos, jo rūpes par sevi nav izlaidība, bet apkope un investīcija, kas atmaksājas ar uzviju.Ja šī vai kāda iepriekšējā saruna tev noderēja vai bija interesanta, uzsauc Cilvēkjaudai virtuālo “kafiju”. Tava “kafija” mums palīdzēs segt gabaliņu no podkāsta izdevumiem, lai varam to turpināt.Šo epizodi filmējām Power-Up SPACE Rīgas centrā. Te ir viss, kas nepieciešams – moderni aprīkotas studijas un arī daudzpusīgas telpas pasākumiem, kur rīkot apmācības, prezentācijas, filmu vakarus un pat konferences ar skaistu skatu uz Rīgu. Piesakies iepazīšanās tūrei!SARUNAS PIETURPUNKTI:00:00:00 2. daļas ievads00:02:33 Augstas darbaspējas - vai esi cilvēks, kas izdara "nereāli daudz"?00:04:33 Kad slimnīcā nācās aizdomāties par savām izvēlēm00:05:57 "Es vispirms ieiešu dušā, tad izsaukšu ātros" - kā smadzenes strādā krīzē00:12:45 Dakteres brīdinājums: "Jums ļoti jāpārdomā, kā jūs dzīvojat"00:13:18 Kas notiek, kad ignorē ķermeņa signālus, jo viens aizraujošs projekts dzen nākamo00:14:23 Otrā reize, kad dzīve vicina ar brīdinājuma karogu00:17:46 Sērošana, no kuras mēģināt aizmukt darbos00:21:51 Ko nozīmē pārkārtoties dzīvei pasaulē bez svarīga, mīļa cilvēka00:24:59 Solīti pa solim - kā mācīties dzīvot citādāk pēc izdegšanas00:29:35 Brīdinājums vietā: "Tai brīdī, kad jūties labi, esi īpaši uzmanīga"00:31:47 Vienatne, robežas un atteikšanās - kā nenosvilt, darot to, kas patīk01:29:33 Power-Up SPACE – vieta, kur ierakstījām šo Cilvēkjaudas epizodi. Piesakies iepazīšanās tūrei: powerupspace.eu01:32:14 Rituāls, lai atvadītos no saldumiem01:37:05 Kad klausoties podkāsta epizodi, saproti: “Ir jācērt, kā ar nazi"01:42:23 Un pienāk tas brīdis, kad saldumus vairs nevari ieēst, jo garšo pretīgi01:44:49 Lomkas un cīņa - cik grūti ir un kā nepadoties kārei pēc saldumiem01:46:28 "Kāpēc to dari?" “Jo skaidri zinu, ko gribu”

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

Aleksandra Janas kilka lat temu poczuła potrzebę zmiany i przeprowadziła się z Warszawy w Bieszczady, gdzie zwolniła i odnalazła wewnętrzny spokój. Dla wokalistki Marceliny Misztal po doświadczeniach z dużymi miastami nowym ulubionym miejscem na ziemi stała się niewielka Szklarska Poręba, gdzie na nowo odkryła siebie, także jako artystkę. Kasia Szymków, znana w sieci jako Jestem Kasia, nazywa siebie lokalną patriotką, a domu pod lasem w małej miejscowości na Śląsku nie zamieniłaby na żaden inny. Każda z nich czuje się szczęśliwa, sprawcza, ale też nie ma potrzeby romantyzowania swojej codzienności. Autorka: Kinga Nowicka Artykuł przeczytasz pod linkiem: https://www.vogue.pl/a/historie-mlodych-kobiet-ktore-wybraly-zycie-z-dala-od-wielkiego-miasta

„Mali na výber zdanlivo pokojný život alebo boj za lepší svet. Rozhodli sa pre to druhé. Pre slobodu boli ochotné veľa riskovať a obetovať. Tvorili výraznú časť disentu. Bez nich by k historickým zmenám v roku 1989 nedošlo. Či už žili v Poľsku, alebo v Československu, spájal ich odpor proti komunistickej moci a viera v silu spoločenstva, ktorého podstatou je spoluzodpovednosť a solidarita.“ Toto sú úvodné slová výstavy o ženách v disente, autenticky stredoeurópskej výstavy, ktorú si budete môcť pozrieť od 14. novembra v Poľskom Inštitúte v Bratislave pod názvom Každodenná odvaha: Češky, Poľky a Slovenky v protikomunistickej opozícii v rokoch 1968 – 1989. A práve o tejto výstave a o témach, ktoré prináša, je najnovší diel Dejín. Prečo má dnes zmysel hovoriť o ženách, ktoré sa vzopreli štátnemu útlaku a spoločenským očakávaniam? V čom sa líšili príbehy Poliek, Sloveniek či Češiek? A v čom boli podobné? Čo tieto ženy riskovali? A ako za svoju odvahu zaplatili? Historička Agáta Šústová Drelová sa rozprávala so sociologičkou Oľgou Gyarfášovou z Fakulty sociálnych a ekonomických vied Univerzity Komenského a s historikom Františkom Neupauerom z Ústavu pamäti národa, ktorí zo slovenskej strany spolupracovali na výstave spolu so Soňou Gyarfášovou a Zuzanou Luprichovou. Výstava je spoluorganizovaná Poľským inštitútom, Ústavom pamäti národa, Ústavom pre štúdium totalitných režimov a Múzeom pamäti 20. storočia. – Ak máte pre nás spätnú väzbu, odkaz alebo nápad, napíšte nám na ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠jaroslav.valent@petitpress.sk⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ – Všetky podcasty denníka SME nájdete na ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠sme.sk/podcasty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Každoroční výstava modelového kolejiště tady v Přerově začala v sobotu a potrvá do pondělí 17. listopadu. Poté bude k vidění ještě příští víkend v sobotu 22. a v neděli 23. listopadu.

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

Zastanawiasz się, od czego zacząć, jeśli chcesz sięgnąć po Biblię? A może masz już za sobą pierwsze próby, ale brakowało Ci wytrwałości lub kogoś, kto pomógłby Ci lepiej zrozumieć jej przesłanie? Jeśli szukasz nadziei w codziennym chaosie, chcesz odnaleźć głębszy sens życia albo po prostu pragniesz nawiązać prawdziwą, osobistą relację z Bogiem – dołącz do nas. Każdego dnia o 21:00 spotykamy się online, by wspólnie otwierać Biblię, czytać ją i rozmawiać o tym, co Bóg mówi także dziś. Spotkania prowadzi pastor Paweł Chojecki – w prosty i przystępny sposób pokazując, jak Pismo Święte odnosi się do naszego życia tu i teraz. Nie musisz mieć żadnego przygotowania ani specjalnej wiedzy. Wystarczy otwarte serce i pragnienie poznania prawdy. Po prostu bądź z nami. Otwórz Biblię.

In this session, Athina Krol reveals the sacred art of Isis Sexual Alchemy, a feminine, devotional path of divine union, and how it differs from modern Sex Magick practices.   This session takes you into the ancient Egyptian mystery schools where sexual energy wasn't used for external manifestation or desire, it was a sacred alchemy of creation, purification, and divine remembrance. You'll understand why these teachings were suppressed, how they are being reawakened through the Priestess lineages, and how to begin reclaiming this sacred power within your own body.   Athina shares how sexual alchemy works as a process of inner transformation, activating the heart–womb current, purifying ancestral imprints, and aligning your sexual energy with divine service. This is not about manipulation of energy, it's about becoming the vessel for the frequency of Ma'at: truth, integrity, and cosmic harmony.     We Cover •Understand the true purpose of sexual alchemy as taught in the Isis Temples, inner union, remembrance, and service to the Divine. •Learn how modern Sex Magick focuses on external manifestation, while Isis Alchemy refines energy inward for spiritual awakening. •Explore how the feminine body is already the temple, designed to channel and hold divine frequencies. •Discover the importance of purification, activation, and heart–womb alignment as the foundation of sacred sexuality. •Uncover how trauma, lineage wounds, and energetic imprints can block your creative power, and how to clear them. •Remember that true power flows through Ma'at, truth, harmony, and divine integrity. •Reconnect to your divine feminine energy as a current of creation, healing, and abundance.   Ready to walk the Priestess Path? Join the Isis Ka Practitioner Program to awaken your Ka body, clear deep energetic imprints, and embody your divine feminine power.   Learn more here.   If this transmission resonates with your soul, share your reflections below. Like, comment, and subscribe for more channelled teachings from the ancient mysteries.    

Jet na zahraniční misi je výzvou pro vojáky i jejich rodiny, ne každý vztah totiž ustojí několikaměsíční odloučení. Přípravy na odjezd do zahraničí, těžkosti během něj i náročné chvíle po návratu pomáhají vojákům zvládat armádní psychologové. Dnes vás v našem seriálu o válečných veteránech vezmeme za podplukovnicí Markétou Kaštánkovou, která vojáky doprovázela do Kosova a také na misi do Afghánistánu.

Vydrží déle prezident Pavel trvat na své podmínce, že Andrej Babiš musí nejprve oznámit veřejnosti řešení střetu zájmů, až pak ho jmenuje premiérem? Nebo bude neústupnější šéf ANO, který to to odmítá?Těžko sázet, kdo má silnější nervy. Každopádně máme za sebou už tři schůzky prezidenta s vítězem sněmovních voleb, které vždy skončily stejně bezvýsledně. Reportéři z podcastu Vlevo dole oslovili své zdroje na Pražském hradě a v hnutí ANO, aby dali dohromady následnou rekonstrukci jejich rozhovorů.„Dobrý den, pane předsedo, sleduju vás, nasadil jste rychlé tempo v povolebních jednáních. Tak už asi pro mě máte program nové vlády?“„Ano, pane prezidente, vždyť jsem vám ho posílal do datovky, přišlo vám to?“„Viděl jsem, ale s dovolením - to už je opravdu finální verze? Úplně mi tam chybí mezinárodní kontext. Není tam ani zmínka o bezpečnostní situaci ve světě, ani zmínka o Rusku jako bezpečnostní hrozbě…“„Uklidním vás. To se samozřejmě ještě může měnit. Lidé nám posílají různé podněty přes sociální sítě, Aneta to dává dohromady. S kolegy z SPD a Motoristů jsme se dohodli, že tyhle podněty budeme vnímat - a pokud se na tom domluvíme, tak to tam ještě přidáme.“„Dobře, jak je libo, tak ještě počkáme na názory voličů. Máte tedy pro mě alespoň návrh personálního složení nové vlády, který jste mi slíbil představit v polovině listopadu? Abychom se nějak konečně pohnuli dál...“„Pane prezidente, my jsme připraveni vládu v zemi okamžitě převzít! Všechno máme nachystané, už jsme tam byli, jsme připraveni, Karel s Alenkou mají dlouhý seznam toho, co všechno uděláme hned první den… Jen ty personálie mi nejdou, asi víte, že ministři nerostou na stromech.“„Takže taky nic. No dobře, pane předsedo, alespoň se vás zeptám, kdy máte v plánu veřejně oznámit, jakým způsobem hodláte vyřešit svůj konflikt zájmů, jak jsme se na tom domluvili a jak jste to slíbil? Máte ty nejlepší právníky, určitě něco vymysleli.“„To jste špatně pochopil. Já to klidně hned teď prozradím vám. Ale nevím, proč bych to měl dělat veřejně na nějaké tiskovce. Tahle věc s jmenováním nemá nic společného, nemůže to být vaše podmínka. Je potřeba si přečíst ústavu. Žádný takový zákon nemáme.“„Chápu, že nemohu chtít věci, které mi ani zákon, ani ústava neumožňují. Vycházíme ale ze závazného nálezu Ústavního soudu z roku 2020. Rozhodnutí výslovně ukládá prezidentovi, aby při zvažování, koho jmenovat předsedou nebo dalším členem vlády, přihlížel k možnému vzniku střetu zájmů a možnostem jeho řešení.“„Pane prezidente, omlouvám se, ale vy jste možná až moc pod tlakem svých jestřábích poradců, přitom jinak jste docela takový hodný člověk. Vaši lidé asi nevědí, s kým mají tu čest. Já to vyřeším, spolehněte. Věřte mi, bez obav. Já jsem v životě vždycky všechno vyřešil. V byznyse to tak funguje, domluva na čtyři oči a podání ruky. Vy vojáci to asi máte stejně, ne?“„Pane předsedo, vidím, že dneska se už dál zřejmě neposuneme. Tak se domluvíme, že za mnou přijdete na Hrad zase za týden. A zkuste už prosím přinést něco konkrétního, ano?“Kdo od Babiše dostane funkci ve Sněmovně a kdo může zapomenout? Kam TOP 09 příště posadí Kalouska? A klikli jste už dneska na video v mailu? V každém případě si pusťte čerstvou epizodu Vlevo dole!----Vlevo dole řeší politické kauzy, boje o vliv i šeptandu z kuloárů Sněmovny. Vychází každou středu v poledne.Podcast pro vás připravují Lucie Stuchlíková (@StuchlikovLucie) a Václav Dolejší (@VacDol), reportéři Seznam Zpráv.Další podcasty, ale taky články, komentáře a videa najdete na zpravodajském serveru Seznam Zprávy. Poslouchejte nás na webu Seznam Zpráv, na Podcasty.cz nebo ve své oblíbené podcastové aplikaci.Své názory, návrhy, otázky, stížnosti nebo pochvaly nám můžete posílat na adresu audio@sz.cz.Sledujte @SeznamZpravy na sociálních sítích: Twitter // Facebook // Instagram.Seznam Zprávy jsou zdrojem původních informací, nezávislé investigace, originální publicistiky.

Episode 1571: Ka$h Grab

Episode 1571: Ka$h Grab

Rachel is back and brings with her a topic that ended up being very fun to discuss and illuminating... Enjoy!! -          Please send your emails to heresjohnnypodcast@gmail.com -          To join our community, feel free to join our discord! (https://discord.gg/htr6kRB) -          Check out our past reviews and lists on our show website at https://www.heresjohnnypodcast.com/ -          If you are able, you can support us on Patreon (patreon.com/heresjohnnypodcast) You can find Rachel on the Zombie Grrlz Horror Podcast, where they review horror films from the feminist perspective. For Stream Queens, we talk about horror movies you can stream on the internet. The More Deadly cast is dedicated to reviewing and signal-boosting horror movies directed by women-identified artists. The Cast of Ka tackles Stephen King's definitive work, The Dark Tower, one book at a time. Also, check out Rachel's Star Wars content over at Outpost Unknown (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8oumJZs4V_bTeL5cm7MAFg)!