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Orbántól követel bocsánatkérést Magyar Péter, amiért a kormánymédia beleszállt a Nyíregyházi Állatpark tiszás igazgatójába Tétje van, hogy a konteókirálynő szakított Trumppal Orbán a volt munkatársáról: emberek közé nem szabad engedni A közszolgáltatások leállításával fenyegetőzött Karácsony Gergely, miközben tüntetők vonultak Orbán Viktor hivatala elé X-Faktor 2025: túlszárnyalta álmait a Tonix Honix Segítséget kér a Pest Vármegyei Kutató-Mentő Szolgálat, elfogyott a pénzük Egy nap alatt két cégben is többségi tulajdonrészt szerzett a 4iG Elhunyt Nicola Pietrangeli, az olasz tenisz legendás alakja Otthon Start: elképesztően pörög a kormányzati program – történelmi csúcs, 9 ezer ingatlancsere, jelzáloghitelek 300 milliárdért A Valencia döntetlent játszott Madridban Női kézi-vb: nehezen indult, de Svájcot is legyőzte a magyar válogatott, Románia lesz a következő ellenfél A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Orbántól követel bocsánatkérést Magyar Péter, amiért a kormánymédia beleszállt a Nyíregyházi Állatpark tiszás igazgatójába Tétje van, hogy a konteókirálynő szakított Trumppal Orbán a volt munkatársáról: emberek közé nem szabad engedni A közszolgáltatások leállításával fenyegetőzött Karácsony Gergely, miközben tüntetők vonultak Orbán Viktor hivatala elé X-Faktor 2025: túlszárnyalta álmait a Tonix Honix Segítséget kér a Pest Vármegyei Kutató-Mentő Szolgálat, elfogyott a pénzük Egy nap alatt két cégben is többségi tulajdonrészt szerzett a 4iG Elhunyt Nicola Pietrangeli, az olasz tenisz legendás alakja Otthon Start: elképesztően pörög a kormányzati program – történelmi csúcs, 9 ezer ingatlancsere, jelzáloghitelek 300 milliárdért A Valencia döntetlent játszott Madridban Női kézi-vb: nehezen indult, de Svájcot is legyőzte a magyar válogatott, Románia lesz a következő ellenfél A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Zdravo. Tokrat se iz nedolžnega 3,5 konektorja rodi nova nagrada (Zlati Toni). Ugotavljamo ali je 30 centimetrov res 30 centimetrov, sprehodimo se do starega dobrega analognega Netflixa (videoteka pr' cerkvi) in se spomnimo, da prihaja čas, ko bomo spet poslušali Mariah Carey. Kar se tiče *Zadnje priložnosti*, smo pri 3. poglavju in misijonarjih, spomnimo se tudi na Hararija in njegovo štorijo o skupnih pravljicah, skupnih zgodbah, prek katerih pridemo do afriške birokracije, leopardovega klobučka in se odpravimo na pot proti gorskim gorilam in skoraj izumrlim severnim belim nosorogom. Globalnega direktorja logistike že imamo, regionalne direktorje pa še iščemo. Oglasite se na Discordu!
A Tisza felszólította Karácsonyt, hogy vonja vissza az előterjesztését, amit a rendkívüli közgyűlésre nyújtott be Szijjártó Pétert kérdeztük a tolmácsügyről Nagy Márton: Nem értem, miket hablatyol itt mindenki össze Trump szerint jó esély van a megállapodásra, de egy dolog őt is aggasztja Lebukott a miniszter, Hadházy Ákos szerint vagy feltalálta az időgépet vagy a választóit nézi hülyének Kétszer annyiba kerülne Európának, ha enged az oroszoknak, mint ha tovább támogatná Ukrajnát – állítja egy norvég jelentés Gyilkos drónok és dróngyilkosok klubja Arcfelismerő rendszerek – az EU-ban bűnözők elfogására használják, mutatjuk, mennyiért vitték a magyar kórházakba Visszahívtak egy népszerű édességet a boltokból - tilos enni belőle! A következő napokban dől el, hogyan lehet méltósággal befejezni a háborút – jelentette ki Zelenszkij Újranyitott Budapest legendás, 120 éves étterme: rengeteg magyar imádott itt ebédelni, vacsorázni Súlyos sérülést szenvedett a Barcelona aranylabdása Egyelőre nincs szó arról, hogy Varga Barnabás ne játszana többet a Fradiban A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Stāsta Jāzepa Vītola Latvijas Mūzikas akadēmijas profesore, JVLMA Muzikoloģijas katedras Etnomuzikoloģijas klases vadītāja, Zinātniski pētnieciskā centra vadošā pētniece Anda Beitāne; raidījuma producente – Maruta Rubeze Laikā, kad notiek diskusijas par dažādu pieminekļu nojaukšanu, pārvietošanu vai pārzāģēšanu, šķiet pamācoši atcerēties Johana Gotfrīda Herdera (Johann Gottfried Herder, 1744-1803, vācu dzejnieks, teologs, filozofs, cita starpā arī jēdziena "tautasdziesma" – Volkslied – radītājs) pieminekļa stāstu, ko pirms kāda laika publicējām grāmatā, tulkojot tās nosaukumu no angļu valodas: "Pieredze un ekspektācijas: "Nākotne no pagātnes" mūzikas radīšanā", kurā iekļauti dažādu valstu etnomuzikologu raksti. Viena no šīs grāmatas tēmām bija saistīta ar Herdera vārdu. Izrādās, ka citzemju tradicionālās mūzikas pētniekiem Rīga visupirms asociējas tieši ar Johanu Gotfrīdu Herderu, kurš šeit dzīvoja un strādāja laikā no 1764. līdz 1769. gadam. Herdera krūšutēls, visnotaļ nemanāms un tūristu pūļu neieskauts, stāv Herdera laukumā blakus Rīgas Domam. Tas izgatavots Minhenē, kopējot Johana Nepomuka Šallera (Johann Nepomuk Schaller) 1850. gadā darinātās pilna auguma skulptūras krūšutēla daļu, kas atrodas Svēto Pētera un Pāvila baznīcas priekšā Veimārā (Asmuß, 1871, 78; Spārītis, 2005, 103). Rīgas krūšutēla postamentu veidoja arhitekts Heinrihs Karls Šēls (Heinrich Karl Scheel), un tas bija izgatavots no tolaik populārā čuguna ar piemiņas uzrakstiem visās pusēs. Atsaucoties uz Ojāru Spārīti, iniciatīva uzcelt Herderam veltītu pieminekli Rīgā radās pēc Rīgas vaļņu nojaukšanas 1863. gadā un Rīgas Doma rekonstrukcijas darbu uzsākšanas. Pieminekļa atrašanās vieta tika izvēlēta, balstoties uz aptuvenu informāciju par to, ka Herders varētu būt dzīvojis vienā no mājām, kas robežojās ar laukumu. Pieminekļa svinīgā atklāšana notika simboliskajā 1864. gada 25. augustā, tieši 100 gadus pēc dienas, kad Herders ieradās Rīgā (Spārītis, 2005, 102–103). Pārdzīvojis evakuāciju Pirmā pasaules kara laikā un Otro pasaules karu, Herdera piemineklis tika demontēts 20. gadsimta 50. gadu vidū kopā ar citiem pieminekļiem, kas nepatika okupācijas režīmam. Postaments tika izkausēts, bet krūšutēlu izglāba cilvēki, kuri strādāja Rīgas Valsts vēstures muzejā, ko šodien pazīstam kā Rīgas vēstures un kuģniecības muzeju, un kas joprojām atrodas blakus piemineklim Herdera laukumā. Vēlāk tas tika pārvietots uz Rīgas Ārzemju mākslas muzeju (Vilciņa 2005). 1959. gadā tika plānota Vācijas Demokrātiskās Republikas līderu – Valtera Ulbrihta (Walter Ulbricht) un Oto Grotevola (Otto Grotewohl) – vizīte Padomju Savienībā. Ziņas par šīs delegācijas otro dienu, kas tika pavadīta Rīgā, kur apsveikuma uzrunu teica PSRS kompartijas vadītājs Ņikita Hruščovs, atrodamas laikraksta "Neues Deutschland" 1959. gada 11. jūnija numura pirmajā lappusē ("Stern un Pogrombka", 1959). Viesiem tika gatavota īpaša programma, kuras ietvaros tika nolemts katram gadījumam steigšus atjaunot Herdera krūšutēlu tā sākotnējā vietā, jo viesi varētu uzzināt, ka viņu nacionāli nozīmīgai personībai šeit bijis piemineklis, ko viņi, iespējams, varētu vēlēties aplūkot. Tā raksta šo notikumu lieciniece Rita Vilciņa, piebilstot, ka tas bija liels trieciens tiem, kuri šo pieminekli tikai pirms dažiem gadiem bija noņēmuši, un atbildīgajai personai Kultūras ministrijas Muzeju, mākslas un pieminekļu aizsardzības pārvaldē neatlika nekas cits, kā pēkšņi saslimt. Vilciņai, kura tikko bija pabeigusi vēstures un filozofijas studijas Latvijas Universitātē un sākusi strādāt šajā pārvaldē, tika uzticēts rūpēties par pieminekļa restaurāciju (Vilciņa, 2005). Kā viņa raksta savās atmiņās, ministrijā bija zināms, ka Herdera krūšutēls nav iznīcināts, citādi to nebūtu iespējams atjaunot tik īsā laikā. Problemātiska bija postamenta atjaunošana. Laika trūkuma dēļ nebija iespējams izgatavot precīzu 1864. gada oriģināla kopiju. Vilciņa atceras kultūras ministra vietnieka teikto: "Par uzraksta valodu viss skaidrs – tikai latviešu valodā. Kāpēc rakstīt vāciski, ja nav uzraksta krievu valodā?" (Vilciņa 2005, 123). Tādējādi uz jaunā granīta postamenta bija un ir lasāms pavisam īsi: "Johans Gotfrīds Herders 1744–1803". Šo stāstu noslēgšu ar brīnišķu Ritas Vilciņas citātu: "Postamenta izkalšana notika Rīgas uzņēmumā "Granīts", kur vajadzēja nogādāt arī krūšutēlu. Herdera galvu kara laikā bija skāruši vairāki šāvieni. Likvidēt bojājumus un piestiprināt postamentam krūšutēlu arī bija "Granīta" meistaru uzdevums. Lai pārvestu pieminekļa krūšutēlu no Aizrobežu mākslas muzeja uz darbnīcu, man iedeva ministra personīgo automašīnu "Volga". Kad piebraucu pie Rīgas pils, kur atradās muzejs, pa kāpnēm pretī ar Herderu rokās jau nāca direktora vietnieks zinātniskajā darbā Miķelis Ivanovs. Tālāk es ar Herderu rokās braucu uz darbnīcu. Karā cirstās brūces tika sadziedētas, postaments izgatavots un Johans Gotfrīds Herders atkal stāvēja savā vēsturiskajā vietā Rīgā. Nebija nedz svinīgas atklāšanas ar ziediem un mūziku, nedz informācijas presē. Piemineklis klusējot tika noņemts, klusējot – uzlikts." (Vilciņa, 2005, 124) Avoti Ahmedaja, Ardian and Anda Beitāne, 2023. "Latvia, Riga and JVLMA as Spaces of Musical Experience and Expectation". In Experience and Expectation: The Future From the Past" in Music Making. Ardian Ahmedaja and Anda Beitāne (eds.). Riga: Musica Baltica. 15-30. Asmuß, A. 1871. "Der Herder-Platz in Riga". In Album von Riga. I. Fünfundzwanzig Stahlstiche aus den funfzehn Jahrgängen des Rigaschen Almanachs. Riga: Backer. Harrison, Hope M. 1988. "The Berlin Crisis and the Khrushchev-Ulbricht Summits in Moscow, 9 and 18 June 1959." Introduction, translation, and annotation. Cold War International History Project. Bulletin 11 (Winter 1998). 204–217. Stern, Heinz and Willi Pogrombka. 1959. "Wir stehen fur unsere Freunde ein!" Neues Deutschland. 1959. gada 11. jūnijs. Spārītis, Ojārs. 2005. "Johana Gotfrīda Herdera piemineklis Rīgā. Vēstures un semantikas aspekti. Das Johann-Gottfried-Herder-Denkmal in Riga. Seine historischen und semantischen Aspekte". In Herders Rīgā. Herder in Riga. Ilze Ščegoļihina (ed.). Riga: Rīgas Doma eveņģēliski luteriskā draudze, Rīgas vēstures un kuģniecības muzejs. 97–116. Vilciņa, Rita. 2005. "Kā atjaunoja Herdera pieminekli Rīgā. Atmiņas. Wie das Herder-Denkmal wiederhergestellt wurde. Errinerungen". In Herders Rīgā. Herder in Riga. 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A lengyel elnök lemondta találkozóját Orbán Viktorral, a magyar kormányfő moszkvai útja miatt Kormánypropagandát adnak a moziban Hadházy Ákos: A rendőrség átkutatta a szafariparkot Hatvanpuszta mellett, de nem találtak illegálisan tartott állatokat Elhunyt a volt országgyűlési képviselő Orbán Viktor: Nemzeti kormányunk van, és nem engedünk a kormányrúdhoz sem kóklereket, sem brüsszeli kitartottakat! Rendkívüli kegyelmet kért Benjámin Netanjahu Nem volt valami fényes hete a Molnak Gregor Bernadett szerint a Bors engedély nélkül használta gyerekei fotóit és adatait az atomháborúval riogató ingyenes kiadványához Adventkor is vár Kassa! Karácsonyi vásár 2025-ös helyszíne, nyitvatartása, ünnepi programok, látnivalók Baktériummal fertőzött élelmiszert hívtak vissza Magyar orvos, aki az anyatejes táplálás népszerűsítésével harcolt a csecsemőhalandóság ellen Kulcsfontosságú változtatást végeztek Max Verstappen autóján a Katari Nagydíjra Döntetlennel zárult az apa-fia párharc az NB II-ben A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
A lengyel elnök lemondta találkozóját Orbán Viktorral, a magyar kormányfő moszkvai útja miatt Kormánypropagandát adnak a moziban Hadházy Ákos: A rendőrség átkutatta a szafariparkot Hatvanpuszta mellett, de nem találtak illegálisan tartott állatokat Elhunyt a volt országgyűlési képviselő Orbán Viktor: Nemzeti kormányunk van, és nem engedünk a kormányrúdhoz sem kóklereket, sem brüsszeli kitartottakat! Rendkívüli kegyelmet kért Benjámin Netanjahu Nem volt valami fényes hete a Molnak Gregor Bernadett szerint a Bors engedély nélkül használta gyerekei fotóit és adatait az atomháborúval riogató ingyenes kiadványához Adventkor is vár Kassa! Karácsonyi vásár 2025-ös helyszíne, nyitvatartása, ünnepi programok, látnivalók Baktériummal fertőzött élelmiszert hívtak vissza Magyar orvos, aki az anyatejes táplálás népszerűsítésével harcolt a csecsemőhalandóság ellen Kulcsfontosságú változtatást végeztek Max Verstappen autóján a Katari Nagydíjra Döntetlennel zárult az apa-fia párharc az NB II-ben A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Filmbarátok Podcast #315 (Életrajzi dokumentumfilmek) (November 2025) 229 perc Beszélgetnek: Márk, Gergő, freddyD Téma: -Felvezető (00:00:00) -Borítókép (00:16:55) -Villámkérdések (00:18:45) -Alias Charlie Sheen (00:53:25) -Ozzy: No Escape from now (01:23:25) -Eddie [2025] (01:51:20) -Mr. Scorsese (02:08:17) -John Candy: Tökre bírom magam (02:32:25) -A menekülő ember [2025] (02:56:10) -Karácsonyi filmosztás 2025 (03:21:00) Csatolmányok: John Candy Yellowbelly szkeccsjelenete https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPY-I-vn8Bc Freddy Sárkányok Kabul felett véleménye https://letterboxd.com/hrutkapal/film/operation-saman/
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A Tisza jelölteket állított, a Fidesz pedig azt, hogy Magyar Péterék macskaadót vezetnének be. Közben Karácsony Gergely a Karmelitához vonul, Orbán Viktor Moszkvába, és asztalon egy orosz-ukrán béketerv. A Háromharmadban ezúttal Bánszegi Rebeka, Bita Dániel és Kerner Zsolt elemezte a hét politikai eseményeit. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See https://pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
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Eltemették az Ukrajnában elesett magyar katonát, Aser Benjámint Hadházy: szigorúan kötelező drogprevenciós előadásra kell menniük az állatorvos-hallgatónak Kellemetlen felvétel került elő Nagy Mártonról, Karácsony Gergely osztotta meg Orbán Viktort fogadta Vlagyimir Putyin a Kremlben, a béketárgyalások is szóba kerültek Mintha egész Győrt elnyelte volna a föld – nagyot zuhant a munkaképes korúak száma a háború kitörése óta Friedrich Merz: Orbán európai mandátum nélkül utazott Moszkvába, és nem is egyeztetett semmiről Megkapták az autósok a nap hírét: olyat csökken az üzemanyagár, hogy csak nézünk Turbófokozatra kapcsolt a Fidesz generációváltása Gyászol a Demokrata Párt: meghalt a népszerű szenátor Új trend söpör végig a lakáspiacon - az Otthon Start mindent felborított Varázslatos advent gyerekekkel – ötletek közös ünnepi hangolódáshoz A PSG BL-győztes edzőjét szemelte ki a Liverpool Arda Güler üzent a Ferencváros elleni meccsen megsérült Fenerbahce-védőnek Jön a felhők uralma, de eső csak elvétve fordul elő A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Eltemették az Ukrajnában elesett magyar katonát, Aser Benjámint Hadházy: szigorúan kötelező drogprevenciós előadásra kell menniük az állatorvos-hallgatónak Kellemetlen felvétel került elő Nagy Mártonról, Karácsony Gergely osztotta meg Orbán Viktort fogadta Vlagyimir Putyin a Kremlben, a béketárgyalások is szóba kerültek Mintha egész Győrt elnyelte volna a föld – nagyot zuhant a munkaképes korúak száma a háború kitörése óta Friedrich Merz: Orbán európai mandátum nélkül utazott Moszkvába, és nem is egyeztetett semmiről Megkapták az autósok a nap hírét: olyat csökken az üzemanyagár, hogy csak nézünk Turbófokozatra kapcsolt a Fidesz generációváltása Gyászol a Demokrata Párt: meghalt a népszerű szenátor Új trend söpör végig a lakáspiacon - az Otthon Start mindent felborított Varázslatos advent gyerekekkel – ötletek közös ünnepi hangolódáshoz A PSG BL-győztes edzőjét szemelte ki a Liverpool Arda Güler üzent a Ferencváros elleni meccsen megsérült Fenerbahce-védőnek Jön a felhők uralma, de eső csak elvétve fordul elő A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Według Biblii śmierć Jezusa była ofiarą. Np. w 1 Koryntian 5:7 nawiązano do składania baranka podczas święta paschy, powiedziano tam: “jako baranek został ofiarowany Chrystus”. Dla wielu ludzi symbolem tej ofiary jest krzyż. Czy jednak Jezus umarł przybity do krzyża, a może do pala? Aby to zrozumieć będziemy musieli zająć się dwoma greckimi słowami staurós i ksýlon, które pojawiają się w Nowym Testamencie. Zanim jednak do tego przejdziemy warto cofnąć się do Starego Testamentu. Pozwoli nam to zrozumieć dlaczego stosowano taką karę.Wbrew pozorom, zawieszenie człowieka na drewnie, słupie czy belce nie było wynalazkiem Rzymian. Był to starożytny gest kary i publicznej hańby, praktykowany przez różne ludy Bliskiego Wschodu. Zawsze miał jeden podstawowy cel: skazaniec miał być widoczny z daleka, wystawiony na wzgórzu lub przybity do belki, drzewa, a nawet do muru – tak, aby jego los był publiczną przestrogą. Takie prawo istniało u Persów. W Ezdrasza 6:11 czytamy: “Ode mnie też wychodzi rozkaz, że jeżeli kto przekroczy to zarządzenie, to zostanie wyrwana z jego domu belka, na którą zostanie wbity (inne przekłady mówią przybity), jego zaś dom zostanie za to zamieniony w kupę gruzu”.Inny przykład z tych czasów zawiera księga Estery 5:14 gdzie czytamy: “Niech sporządzą szubienicę wysoką na pięćdziesiąt łokci, a jutro rano powiedz do króla, aby na niej powieszono Mordochaja. Potem idź wesół z królem na ucztę. Rada ta podobała się Hamanowi, kazał więc sporządzić szubienicę”. Długość 50 łokci to ponad 20 metrów. W tym przekładzie oddano to jako szubienicę, ale słowo to oznacza drzewo. Chodzi tutaj o wysoki pal, który widać było z daleka. Nie wiemy jak wieszano ludzi. Czy byli przybijani czy przywiązywani, ale na pewno każdy ich widział.Ten rodzaj kary jest wymieniony także w Prawie Mojżeszowym gdzie wspomniano jak należało wykonać tą karę. W Powtórzonego Prawa 21:23 czytamy: “To nie mogą jego zwłoki pozostać na drzewie przez noc, ale mają być pochowane tego samego dnia, gdyż ten który wisi, jest przeklęty przez Boga”. Warto tutaj wyjaśnić, że wieszano człowieka, który już nie żył. Akt jego powieszenia był oznaką hańby. Jest to ważny werset, bo apostoł Paweł cytuje go w Galatów 3:13, ale o tym za chwilę.W podobny sposób Filistyni potraktowali zwłoki króla Saula. W 1 Samuela 31:10 czytamy: “Zbroję zaś jego złożyli w świątyni Asztarty, a jego zwłoki powiesili na murze Bet-Szeanu”. Potem Gibeonici potraktowali tak potomków Saula - 7 z nich powiesili w Gibeonie. W wielu tłumaczeniach Biblii wspomniano tam, że zostali nabici na pal. Chodzi jednak raczej o stracenie ludzi i potem przybicie lub przywiązanie ich zwłok na widok publiczny. W naszej kulturze ludzi nabijano na pal i to pewnie sprawiało, że niektórzy tłumacze piszą o wbiciu, ale oryginał hebrajski w 2 Samuela 21:6 mówi o powieszeniu.Karę taką stosowali później także Rzymianie. Np. w 71 roku p.n.e. Krasus pokonał Spartakusa. Na drodze appijskiej z Kapui do Rzymu powieszono około 6000 powstańców. Rzymianie aby opisać tę karę używali łacińskiego słowa crux, które dziś tłumaczy się na krzyż. Tak więc opisując tą masową egzekucję wielu historyków mówi o ukrzyżowaniu tych 6000 ludzi. Jednak w tamtym okresie słowo to oznaczało pal. Ludzi tych przybijano do pali, albo wręcz do drzew jeżeli takie rosły przy drodze. Ciała pozostawiono tam na wiele dni jako przestrogę.Nowy Testament spisano jednak po grecku i użyto słów: staurós i ksýlon. To pierwsze słowo czyli staurós na łacinę tłumaczy się jako crux, a więc można powiedzieć, że słowa te mają to samo znaczenie. Tutaj nastąpiła podobna ewolucja znaczenia. Pierwotnie staurós oznaczało pal, słup lub belkę. Dopiero później zaczęto tak określać krzyż. Obecnie większość tłumaczy tak oddaje to słowo. Np. w Mateusza 27:32 czytamy: “A wychodząc, spotkali człowieka, Cyrenejczyka, imieniem Szymon; tego przymusili, aby niósł krzyż jego”. Czy Jezus niósł pionowy pal, a może tylko jego poprzeczną belkę. Nad tym debatują nie tylko teolodzy, ale także historycy. Do tego tematu jeszcze wrócimy.Drugie słowo związane z kaźnią Jezusa to ksýlon. W polskich bibliach zwykle oddaje się jako drzewo. Np. w Dziejach 5:30 czytamy: “Bóg ojców naszych wzbudził Jezusa, którego wy zgładziliście, zawiesiwszy na drzewie”. To mówił do ludzi w Jerozolimie apostoł Piotr. Użył tego słowa także w swoim liście, w 1 Piotra 2:24 czytamy: “On grzechy nasze sam na ciele swoim poniósł na drzewo”. Brzmi to trochę dziwnie jakby Jezus zabrał nasze grzechy i wszedł na drzewo, ale myślę, że rozumiecie sens.Tego słowa użył też Paweł w Liście do Galatów 3:13 gdzie czytamy: “Chrystus wykupił nas od przekleństwa zakonu, stawszy się za nas przekleństwem, gdyż napisano: Przeklęty każdy, który zawisł na drzewie”. Cytował on tutaj fragment z Powtórzonego Prawa 21:23, który już czytałem w tej audycji wcześniej. Hebrajskie słowo, które miało główne znaczenie drzewo przetłumaczona na greckie słowo “ksylon”, którego główne znaczenie to także drzewo. Zachodzi jednak pytanie, czy chodziło tutaj o kształt czy tylko o materiał?Tak więc w Nowym Testamencie napisanym po grecku użyto dwóch słów. Najczęściej gdy widzicie słowo krzyż to prawie na pewno w oryginale występowało słowo stauros. Ale w kilku wersetach użyto słowa ksylon, które tłumacze często oddają jako drzewo. Wielu teologów twierdzi, że stauros opisuje narzędzie, a ksylon wskazuje na znaczenie czyli na hańbę. Jeżeli stauros to narzędzie, a tłumaczy się to greckie słowo na łacińskie crux to odpowiedzi na to jak zginął Jezus należy szukać u Rzymian. To oni wykonali ten wyrok i posłużyli się metodą, którą stosowali od wieków, np. w przypadku Spartakusa i jego powstańców.W starożytnym Rzymie kara krzyżowania (crucifixio) była straszliwym środkiem odstraszającym, a skazańcy byli wystawiani wzdłuż dróg lub murów, by przypominać o potędze Rzymu. Tak jak się to stało w przypadku 6000 niewolników po upadku powstania Spartakusa. Powieszono ich wzdłuż Via Appia w odstępach co kilkadziesiąt metrów (prawdopodobnie 30 metrów). Ciała były pozostawione tam na tygodnie. W takich masowych okolicznościach często nie budowano klasycznego krzyża, bo nie było na to czasu ani zasobów. Skazańców przybijano do pali lub do drzew przydrożnych. Najważniejsze było aby był on widoczny.W łacinie samo słowo crux wcale nie musiało oznaczać konstrukcji, jaką dziś kojarzymy. Crux był terminem ogólnym, obejmującym każdą formę narzędzia egzekucji polegającą na przybiciu w celu publicznego wystawienia. Starożytni rozróżniali różne typy:Crux simplex - najprostsza forma, czyli zwykły pionowy pal.Crux commissa - konstrukcja w kształcie dużej litery T (pozioma belka osadzona na szczycie słupa).Crux immissa - konstrukcja w kształcie małej litery t, którą najczęściej kojarzymy z ukrzyżowaniem (poprzeczka poniżej szczytu słupa).Warto zaznaczyć, że w starożytnej literaturze rzymskiej przez wieki nie ma jednoznacznych opisów, które pozwoliłyby stwierdzić, że zawsze stosowano krzyże z poprzeczką. Często był to po prostu pionowy pal. Dopiero około 40 lat po śmierci Jezusa, w okresie poprzedzającym wybuch Wezuwiusza, pojawia się pierwszy autor, który wspomina o poprzecznej belce jako elemencie egzekucji. To Seneka Młodszy. W swoich pismach używa on słowa patibulum, opisując skazańców, którzy mają „rozciągnięte ramiona na poprzeczce” (brachia porrigenda in patibulo).Ten fragment jest kluczowy, bo daje pierwsze twarde starożytne potwierdzenie, że w praktyce ukrzyżowania używano belki poprzecznej, która wymuszała rozłożenie rąk. Czy jednak można to odnieść do śmierci Jezusa? To pytanie do was drodzy słuchacze. Napiszcie w komentarzu co o tym myślicie. Jest jeszcze drugie pytanie: jak była umieszczona ta poprzeczna belka czyli patibulum?Warto tu na chwilę zatrzymać się przy pierwszych chrześcijanach (I-III wieku). Co ciekawe, oni wcale nie używali symbolu krzyża. Najpopularniejsze były wtedy ryba — znany znak ichtys — albo kotwica, kojarzona z nadzieją. Skąd więc wzięło się to, że dzisiaj krzyż jest symbolem chrześcijaństwa? Ten motyw pojawia się dopiero w IV wieku, za czasów cesarza Konstantyna Wielkiego. I to właśnie dlatego niektórzy twierdzą, że to on wprowadził krzyż jako symbol wiary.Dlaczego wcześniej nie korzystano z tego symbolu? Jest kilka teorii. O pierwszej już wspomniałem. Miał go wprowadzić cesarz Konstantyn. Ale są też teorie mówiące, że chrześcijanie nie chcieli się posługiwać symbolem hańby i zaczęli to robić dopiero w IV wieku kiedy skończyły się prześladowania. Inni wskazują na krzyże w pogańskie symbolizujące kult słońca. Ostatnia teoria mówi o Helenie, matce cesarza Konstantyna, która podczas pielgrzymki do Jerozolimy miała odnaleźć prawdziwy krzyż.Usuńcie stary kwas, abyście się stali nowym zaczynem, ponieważ jesteście przaśni; albowiem na naszą wielkanoc jako baranek został ofiarowany Chrystus.https://biblia-online.pl/Biblia/Warszawska/1-List-do-Koryntian/5/7Ode mnie też wychodzi rozkaz, że jeżeli kto przekroczy to zarządzenie, to zostanie wyrwana z jego domu belka, na którą zostanie wbity, jego zaś dom zostanie za to zamieniony w kupę gruzu.https://biblia-online.pl/Biblia/Warszawska/Ksiega-Ezdrasza/6/11Wtedy powiedziała do niego jego żona Zeresz i wszyscy jego przyjaciele: Niech sporządzą szubienicę wysoką na pięćdziesiąt łokci, a jutro rano powiedz do króla, aby na niej powieszono Mordochaja. Potem idź wesół z królem na ucztę. Rada ta podobała się Hamanowi, kazał więc sporządzić szubienicę.https://biblia-online.pl/Biblia/Warszawska/Ksiega-Estery/5/14
The Time Riders: Part 16 To further the science. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing a silver cart in front of herself. "Thought it might be time for refreshments," she chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her. She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ. That should fit the bill, right?" "Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling. "Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes wide with delight. "Great, now she'll want to own one of those outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm about to tell about you, Val." She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but it's a slave's outfit, darling." The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?" "Can't you see the collar she's wearing?" Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering white stone on the front. "She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured, lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves." Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky intended. She decided to make herself scarce. "scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up, straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing. "Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it because it's these two?" "Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug. "As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with pretty clothing." "You do not need to be a slave for us to do that with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm. "Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?" "I see food and sex are her two primary drivers," Mike mused. "And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea." "They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them," Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready. "I want to be fucked." "Let the chips fall where they may, I guess," Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life. Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure. "Hmm, missed this too," she murmured. "As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking. The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around, making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased, feeling a very slow penetration. She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible, wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two professors looked at her somewhat curiously. "Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay, darling?" The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space, her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek. "Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia." "I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out. "I hope we have a wheelchair around, though." The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow. "Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next." Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again, a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died. She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a shameless moaning escaping her lips. She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. "Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused, looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling with her favorite student. "You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from ours." "Noted," Karen said before leaning down and kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing Becky's cunt in her sticky essence. They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time machine, if she really needed to see to the issue. She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had much of a choice in the matter, mind. "You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at him while she caressed her other idol. "Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful. "Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight enough for you?" "You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together. She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one another. "So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?" Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose. "Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile. "It's complicated?" "Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?" "No," Becky said, blushing. "I;” If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell? "There might be an angle with one of my students," she confessed. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course." "Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah, there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it." "One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said, his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca." "Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around." "M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?" "She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed. "It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands." Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried to break the habit, no dice." She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark." "You get to see him all the time at school," Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they understand, because I sure don't." "Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband. "Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System." "And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process anything like that fitting inside her. "Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what you two are talking about." "Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept." "And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed. "Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you two are religious." "I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear, are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question, our most gifted student. This is your chance." "What's everyone talking about, Mistress?" Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush." "Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach with us soon, instead of staying where she is." Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress, I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid." "I guess that settles it," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I can't refute those points." "This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer," Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up with his apparent lack of intelligence." "He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all happened." "There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult." "It's hard to find partners who measure up," Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course." Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman. "You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month." "You're having two housewarmings?" Becky asked. "Why two?" "One is the official housewarming, where I take over as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well, risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu simply must come to both." Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you understand all that, my love?" Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is; naughty. She wants us to come to both." She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring one. "Can we please, Mistress?" "Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily. "I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!" More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another, finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again. Another hour later, the Byron Lounge. "I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll probably find it very unique." "It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked, watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here." "Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been unusually acute. Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead the toast. He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum pie zeses vivas." Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live." The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from? He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking. Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these two operated. "That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused. "It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding. "For a long time. The hangovers must be murder." They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't answer. She was doing her best. "Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this, may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch, asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still discussing the wine. "You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling my nose from here." "With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad palate by this point." Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair. Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana, its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from her being her eyes narrowing slightly. "That is very unique, I must say," the older man said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal somehow?" "It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added. "But unlike any I have tried before." "It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try." Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them, and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own. Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating? She banished the thought from her head, she would drive herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'. Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a pretty penny, something this unique." Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why." "Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we discussed." Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was clearly the eternal city in more ways than one. And this one time, wining about it was a good thing. Later that afternoon. "Mistress, look at all these men," Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me." Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back almost a thousand years." Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're all gods?" Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind? Becky wondered rather wearily. "They all have the same hair like the god, maybe lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he is." Okay, extra complication there as well. "No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen," Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier. That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea." She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his hair; maybe they are brother and sister?" Now Becky's eyes widened. "Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods now?" She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts and portraits. "Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed, trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I met the father of Karen, that was it." She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell, Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them. "And where is that god now?" Nanu asked. Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'. She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go, once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon." Well done, Fischer. Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not be up there?" This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for time lock to not interfere. "He is from a different family of gods, my love," she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader." It was true, just massively out of context. "So we are invited to the festival that sees her become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important, aren't we?" It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are very important to them. That's why they want us there." "What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?" queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me." Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear." Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her." Becky restrained a giggle. "And the god? What does his name mean?" Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'." "Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything. Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button. Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach. They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people, go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box, making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look at. Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse. The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers. "They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked, her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired." Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to you." "I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu said. "Just from the smell of the plants." Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel eyes observing everything. "Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?" She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?" Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her face. "What's the stupid girl asking me?" she wondered. "She just said you're very pretty and all the boys must love you," Becky selectively answered. "Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed. "Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you." "Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the Latin stuff." "Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand. "Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am honored." She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you, Nanu." Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that. "Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl, she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?" Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?" "Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule." "Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling. "Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!" She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it. This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her behave that way. "Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with engineering." "Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and taking Nanu by the hand. "How'd you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?" Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged. "Eamus mingere." "C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie." "Even for her, that was nowhere near the close," Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now. "I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and weakest." "And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the Danish girl muttered. "Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty muscular." Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold, your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well." "Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I practice." Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?" "Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal with guys who get too handsy, you know?" Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against your Krav Maga." "I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried sparring with the big man before?" "Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed me." Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them as sex injuries, you know?" Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra." "They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like it was a helluva year." "I met my wife and married her because of Alex and Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very happy." "Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said, pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra. In a bathroom down the way. "See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said, sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?" "You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?" "Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra, letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice. "Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits. "Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those," Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done." Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting groped. She didn't object at all. "Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start. She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things with this girl now. "Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large, plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down. Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily. "Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel the need to come up for air any time soon. Back in the other room. Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air, locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to overpower one another. It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling. Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little contest and they both stripped down. Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks. She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point. If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her, until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up. They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it. "Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea." "I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong too, babe;” After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried to catch their breath. "That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say. "I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess it was a tie?" "Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be easier on my body." "You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the profs didn't find her like this. Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice. Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls giggled at one another while they downed their glasses. Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together, then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly. Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit. "Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding. "They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right now." "Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings, I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted. "I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some glasses. "I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you." They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more important to her than that. Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly she could have both, so why quibble? Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a DeBourne. Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear. "There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?" "Of course," he said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm, friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer." "Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall." "Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?" Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future." Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a mumble. Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet." "Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin." Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again. "Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome. Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander." She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits. "The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;” Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian." "We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that? "Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch. "Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully. She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in her chest again, and she felt dizzy. "I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on the Persian rug. "Your aunt?" "Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a 'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've heard the whole crazy story?" "Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your grandmother were gone by the time I knew them." "Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son. "She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink. "Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink." "Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was that?" "Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au vin." He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for dinner? Theresa makes killer food." "Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be fine," Becky mused. "Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?" the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her a tingle. They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while later when two people joined them. "We're back, and we're not even hammered," the tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied, happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her." "Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!" "A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall, blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her standards recently. "And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?" "They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the classes to keep this bod toned somehow." "Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other. Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely, my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to' "Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've gotta do that." "Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her but still holding Becky, their hips touching. "Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or something." "I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused. "I've never not belonged to a union," Becky added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though." "Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most awesome and exclusive clique." "A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully. "Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!" She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go take pics to celebrate our formation;” "Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back, getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her occupied." Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly. She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed. "Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out her hand for the Nanu to take. "Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;” Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine. It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet. A study on the third floor. "Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome, the world's most elite clique." "It would be nice to belong to something Kat cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique do?" "Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth, right?" "Good enough for me," Becky declared readily, watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?" &l
The Time Riders: Part 15 Modern Servitude Compared To Ancient. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mooredale Secondary. Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions. "Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey. "People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to answer this question?" Becky groaned inwardly when Gina Felton put her hand up. She gestured resignedly for the student to stand. "Light acts or can be measured as a particle or a wave depending on when and how you try to observe it," the smarmy student began. Becky, along with most of the students, just shut their eyes. The bell didn't ring soon enough for Becky's liking, but she needed to get these twerps out of here. "Don't forget, assignments on radiation due tomorrow!" she called after them while they all hurried out of the classroom. She wished she actually kept a bottle of whiskey in her desk drawer sometimes. Mark had avoided looking at her as he left, as if trying to dodge a velociraptor. Thank God she couldn't get out of eventually giving him a passing grade, because he definitely didn't deserve anything more than a Z-minus. "Another day with the peerless minds of the future?" she heard Kay drawl from the door. "Don't worry, babe, moron students have always been a thing. Do you know about a TV show called 'Welcome Back, Kotter'?" "Yeah, I used to watch reruns of it with my dad was I was little," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "These kids aren't funny enough to be Sweathogs, though." "Maybe, but you get through to the ones that count," the older woman said, strolling in and pulling a chair around to sit in backward, straddling the seat and resting her arms on the back. "They can't all be thick as shit, can they?" "Most of them are in your classes too, so you have the same info I do," muttered the blonde, removing her glasses and rubbing her temples. "They really took it out of me today, I can't wait to get back home so that Nanu can f' She pursed her mouth shut and stopped talking. She looked at Kay, who was smiling slyly. "I knew it," the teacher breathed, wagging a finger. "You do have something going on with Nanu, you're bi, Fischer." "Fine," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "It's preferable to having everyone thinking that I'm boffing Simmons in any event." "None of the gals would blame you," Kay said coyly, smirking. "Besides, if you're looking after that Nanu girl for the rest of her life, looking after you is the least she can do." "Gross, Kay," Becky said, frowning. "She didn't trade in being a slave to become a prostitute. I want her to thrive." "Just keep her from singing," laughed her co-worker. "Ya' gonna bring her out again to our next bitching fest?" "She'll want to go, as long as there's food and Zeppli," Becky said, standing now. She needed to get out of here. "We have a play date this Friday, actually, with my profs from university." "Oh, wow, you mean the Viking god and the zillionaire heiress you told us about?" Kay queried. "Lucky bitch. Can you take pics?" "Probably not the sort of visit one takes pics of, or at least doesn't share," Becky pointed out, gathering up her things from the desk. "It's going to blow Nanu away, I'm pretty sure." "Ya' wouldn't need to be Nanu the slave to be blown away, trust me," Kay pointed out. "In any event, don't forget the audit tomorrow. The suits are coming in to make sure we're teaching the right way and being inclusive about grades." "I am so fucked;” Becky grumbled, stuffing her cellphone in her purse. Home. "So what new and exciting things did you do today?" Becky asked as she sat Nanu down for dinner. They were trying meatloaf in gravy tonight, along with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. Nanu was almost drooling as she looked at the food. "I tried some of your toys out," Nanu said, waiting while Becky put butter on the carrots. "I got scared and quit after trying to use one of them." "Let me guess, the egg?" Becky mused, smirking. Nanu nodded. "I thought that one might freak you out. Don't worry, I'll show you how to use all of them safely, and then you'll love them. What else did you get up to?" "I followed your instructions about using the lapp-topp," Nanu continued, poking the mashed potatoes with her fork. It smelled good, but looked like lumpy white shit. How strange. But Mistress had them on her plate too, so Nanu was clearly missing something. "I looked at pictures of Kana-da, and of Rome, and of my home;” "Rome probably doesn't look anything like you remember it," Becky said, sitting down finally and pouring wine for each of them. It was actually Falernian wine she'd brought back with Mark from their initial visit to Imperial Rome, where they'd first met Nanu. She intended to bring a bottle or two along for the playdate on Friday. Nanu nodded. "It is all ruins. The mighty Romans have fallen. They were not as strong as they thought. Who destroyed them, Mistress?" Becky shrugged as she began to eat. She had made sure Nanu could use her cutlery properly, and Nanu watched her for cues about how to proceed. "It was a slow decline, my love, over a few hundred years. But there were nomadic tribes called Huns who began the fall, and then the people of Germania finished it, the tribes you call Goths." Nanu made a face. "The tall, smelly straw-heads? They made Rome fall? Where are they today?" Becky didn't know quite how to answer that question. Did she talk about Germany and the Third Reich? Would that make sense to Nanu? Or the fact that they were the industrial engine of Europe? She almost laughed at the thought of trying to explain 'goth' subculture to Nanu. "What is this called, Mistress?" Nanu asked, masticating on a mouthful of food. She tapped with the fork at the steaming brown mass on her plate. "It's very good, if hot." "Meatloaf," Becky replied. "It's the ground-up meat of a cow and pig, held together with oats and egg, that baked in my oven. It's like a meat cake covered in gravy." "Gray-vee;” Nanu said, looking at the sauce curiously. It occurred to Becky that Nanu had no analogue for gravy in her own era, and Becky had no damn idea when gravy had been invented. She'd just ask two people she was certain would know when she saw them on Friday. She swore those two knew everything. "I like everyone we have met so far, Mistress," Nanu said, resuming eating. "Even Steve, after he let me try his fire chicken. That hurt so bad overnight, Mistress." "I know, baby, and he won't do it again," Becky assured her. "The next time you eat hot wings, it'll be because you like them and want to. He's probably just glad to know he's not on your grudge list." Nanu nodded. "I had an invideo list when I lived in Rome." "That doesn't surprise me," Becky chuckled. "You wrote down the names of people who pissed you off so that you take revenge one day?" "Well, no," Nanu admitted, blushing a little. "I was a slave, I didn't have a stylus or any parchment or things to write on. When I was mad at someone, or they hurt me and I was crying, I'd lie in my straw and I'd close my eyes and whisper their name into my palm to help me remember it." "Did that work?" "No, I usually forgot," the Egyptian girl grumbled. "My memory is shit." "I'm sorry," Becky said, snickering and trying to control herself. "I promise you, my love, I'm not laughing at you. You just have a funny way of saying things." Nanu sniffed indignantly and continued eating her food. At least food understood her and didn't mock her. Except for the burning chicken. She'd be whispering into her palm about it that night, for sure. Friday morning, finally. "Should I be nervous, Mistress?" Nanu asked while Becky was setting out her clothes, humming to herself. Nanu still didn't have the hang of coordinating her outfits, and left to her own judgement, she usually ended up looking like a crazy homeless person. Ergo, Becky was in charge of dressing her for when they went out. "Even I'm a little nervous, but I always am when I see my profs," the blonde told her, smiling. "It's been about three years since I last got together with them, we met up at a certain club. But I'm also feeling excited. I always have the time of my life when I'm with them." "You're the only person I know of who's ever felt that way about their teachers, then," Nanu said, sitting naked on the bed and watching. "Except for maybe M-ark, but he gets to fuck you." "Just wait until you meet my teachers, then," Becky replied, smiling slyly as she held up a shirt for Nanu to wear. Fifteen minutes later. "This is not the same direction we went to meet your other friends," Nanu observed, looking out the window as they drove. There were fewer of the giant buildings, the so-called 'sky-scrapers', and many of the domiciles were larger, more ornate, with larger spans of grass than at other houses she'd seen. "Do wealthy farmers live in these places?" Becky snickered. Since the area they were driving through was not overly urban, with buildings heaped on top of buildings, Nanu thought they were visiting a rural area. Affluent suburbs like this must have felt strange. "No, wealthy people live in places like this, but they're not farmers. These are like the villas of wealthy Romans, I guess, like the Flavians. They're politicians, lawyers, merchants;” "Do your teachers live here?" Nanu asked. "No, not quite," Becky said, still driving and wondering what Nanu would think when they reached their destination. "It's hard to describe, just wait and see." They continued driving until they turned onto the Bridle Path, and Nanu was gazing in wonder at all the endless trees that concealed the neighborhood from public view. They began passing houses, all of which were affluent, of course, but weren't much more impressive than the ones they'd passed to get here. Then they began reaching the oldest estates, and Nanu's eyes grew wide. The lots grew in size, and sometimes she almost couldn't see the houses. Endless grass and trees, and the houses Nanu could see were huge. Becky was feeling a tingle of excitement as she turned up a long, winding driveway, lined with trees. Some carefully arranged rocks at the entrance had the letters of a word carved into them, but Nanu only caught a glimpse of it as they turned. BLACKWELL "Was that word in the big letters a name, Mistress?" she asked. Becky nodded. She hadn't been here for some years. "The family name is Blackwell. This place is over a hundred years old." "Black; weh;” Nanu said slowly. Nanu was staring at all the trees and the extensive lawn with its topiary when Becky got her attention. "Here we are, darling." Nanu's eyes widened when she saw what they were approaching. The long, massive building was made of gleaming white stone, stretching a long way in either direction. A great fountain in the middle of the black road greeted them, and they circled around it to stop in front of the place. "I no longer think you are wealthy, Mistress," Nanu murmured, gaping out her window as Becky turned off her car, sitting still for several seconds and staring at the steering wheel. The blonde took a breath. "Okay; I'm ready;” "Quid est?" Nanu asked. Mistress had been speaking her dreadful En-gush. "Sorry, honey," Becky said, squeezing Nanu's hand. "I was just getting myself ready;” She got out of the car while Nanu tried to unbuckle herself. Becky came around and opened her door, letting Nanu out before they turned and walked up the short flight of marble stairs to the big white doors. Someone was already waiting for them, a serious-looking woman in grey clothes. "Is that one of your teachers?" Nanu asked quietly as she held Becky's hand. "She looks like a teacher." "Miss Fischer, welcome," the woman said, smiling and nodding her head. "I am Tatyana, seneschal for Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne." "Thank you, Tatyana," Becky said, coming up the stairs. "Please, call me Becky, and this is Nanu." "Hello, Nanu," Tatyana said, smiling. "Hi," Nanu said, remembering how to greet someone and holding up her hand to wave. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained. Nanu figured her Mistress was telling the stern woman how she didn't speak En-gush, so she just listened quietly. "Then you will need to be my translator, since I confess that aside from English, I only speak Russian, and no Latin," Tatyana replied, gesturing for them to enter and then following. They stopped in the grand foyer, and Nanu was Uhking around, her jaw almost on the floor. "I'm sorry if we're early, I didn't want to compete with traffic," Becky confessed, handing the seneschal a bag in which she was carrying two bottles. "And I've always been terrified of being late where the profs are concerned, so better to be early. I brought some wine I thought they might enjoy." Tatyana nodded. "They are in a virtual conference call at the moment. I have standing orders to make you both as comfortable as possible until they greet you. Let me call the staff, and we'll get started." Nanu watched as the stern woman brought her wrist up to her face and spoke quietly into some device wrapped around it. She then put her wrist down and waited patiently. Nanu was still looking all around, as if her head was on a swivel. The ceilings were so very tall! Everything was white, with gilding. The giant staircase at the back of the entrance hall was flanked by two huge suits of armour, each of them holding a menacing weapon. Nanu resisted the urge to hide behind her Mistress. What kind of teachers were these? Soon, she heard people approaching, and then they were assembling behind Tatyana. When they'd all fallen into place, Tatyana began introductions. "Right, as you lot might have heard, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne have some special guests today. "I would like to introduce Ms. Rebecca Fischer, and her friend, Nanu." "Welcome," they all said in unison, nodding, except for two women in strange black dresses trimmed in white, who did a graceful little bow that also bent their knees. "Miss Fischer, I'll let my people introduce themselves," Tatyana said, gesturing to the staff. Becky stepped forward, bringing Nanu with her, and she started at one end of the line. "My name's Dave, senior landscaper," the gruff looking man said, shaking Becky's hand. He was positively ancient by Nanu's assessment, bald on top with greyish hair on the sides of his head and his moustache and beard. He looked rugged and tough for a grandfather. Next up, she greeted a young and handsome black man. "I am Yolatunde, but please, call me Tunde," he said, shaking her hand. "I am the junior landscaper." "Please call me Becky," the blonde said, smiling. She felt Nanu tugging on her arm and looked down at her. "They have a Nubian slave?" the Egyptian girl asked, hardly able to keep the wonder out of her voice. Becky chose to not try and address this issue right now, and would simply have to see to it before Nanu said anything awkward. The woman she now stood in front of was tall, rangy and strongly built. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her denim overalls did little to hide her curves or her large bust. Her hazel eyes reflected her good-natured smirk. "Andrea, mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate." "Can I call you if I ever need my plumbing flushed?" Becky asked as she shook Andrea's hand, feeling something pass between them. Andrea laughed heartily. Yes, this girl would be fun indeed. Nanu seemed in awe of how imposing this woman's build was, not unlike a gladiatrix from Rome, but taller. "Glenda, estate chauffeuse," said another woman, smartly dressed in a grey outfit and wearing an odd little cap Nanu couldn't quite figure out. "If you need to go anywhere while you're staying with us, don't even think of driving yourself, I'll take care of it. It's how the bosses would want it." "Don't I know it," Becky laughed, moving down the line. She shook hands with Marie, a slight, frizzy-haired woman in glasses who was the botanist and gardener for the estate. She had a French accent, and Becky was relieved she'd kept up with her French, not only because she was afraid the profs would quiz her. "Hey, I'm Ari," said a smartly dressed young man with dark hair and eyes and tan features. He was handsome, for sure, but he gave off a gay vibe. "Cybersecurity for the estate. You won't mind if I lock your phone down while you're here, will you? For your own protection as much as anything. It's a good idea to be behind our firewall." "Do what you need to do, Ari, I know it's what the profs would want," Becky said, readily handing over her phone to him. Next in line was a sturdy woman wearing an apron and looking like she'd just come from the kitchen. "Theresa," she said pleasantly. "Estate chef and sommelier. The pleasure is mine, and just let me know what your culinary preferences are." "I'm willing to bet you're going to be Nanu's new favorite person," Becky replied, smirking down at Nanu, who heard her name but had no idea what was going on. She'd just have to wait for her Mistress to tell her. "Hi, I'm Trilby, senior housekeeper," said one of the women in the black dresses. She had light brown hair and was wearing strange things over her eyes. They reminded Nanu of the 'glasses' her Mistress sometimes wore, but these obscured the woman's eyes from view. "If you're staying' over, I'll be seeing to your sleeping arrangements." "Well, I doubt we are this time, but if that changes, you'll be the first to know," Becky said readily. She hadn't been to Blackwell Manor in some years, so the idea appealed to her. Lastly, they greeted an enthusiastic young woman, in another black outfit, but it was markedly different from the one the taller girl wore. This outfit was short and tight, and Nanu ended up staring right at the girl's big tits, which were in her face. Her legs were also visible, and if she moved just right, Nanu was sure she could see her undergarments. "Hi, I'm Valentina, junior housekeeper, but just call me Val," the girl chirped, smiling brightly. Her dark brown hair was worn in a bob, and her brown eyes radiated cheerfulness. Nanu wasn't certain but she also looked like she might have cat ears on top of her head. What was this creature? "Just call me Becky, please, I'm only Miss Fischer when I'm in trouble with your bosses," Becky said, shaking her hand. "And hopefully I'll manage to avoid that with the profs today." "That all depends on how you answer certain questions, Miss Fischer," Tatyana almost seemed to quip, making several staff members chuckle. What on earth was that about? She didn't like feeling paranoid around the profs. "Right," Tatyana announced, turning to look at her staff. "Carry on with your normal routines; if I have need of any of you, I'll call for you. Dismissed." Everyone nodded and then dispersed, leaving Tatyana with Becky and Nanu. The only other one who remained behind was Theresa, and she waited patiently. Nanu was once again, looking around the huge foyer, Uhking at everything. "Hopefully your hosts won't be detained too long," Tatyana said, checking her watch. "Perhaps some food or coffee while you're waiting?" Becky now looked down at Nanu. "Honey, Theresa here is the archimagirus for the estate. She is asking if you would like to eat while we wait for my teachers." The tiny girl nodded readily. Theresa smiled and bent over slightly, her hands on her knees. This girl Nanu was adorable! "Nanu, what would you like to eat?" Nanu figured out what was being asked, and she had her answer ready. "Ba-lo;” she said missing a beat. Theresa looked at Jenny for a moment. "Ba-lo?" "Bologna," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "It is, without question, her favorite food, believe me." "But I can make just about anything she likes," Theresa pointed out, seeming confused. "Why would she just want something as simple as that?" "We don't have taste buds like she does," Becky explained, while Nanu opened her mouth and pointed inside it, then smiled and licked her lips while rubbing her tummy. She looked like Nibbles the Mouse from old Tom and Jerry cartoons. "I think she's addicted to nitrates and preservatives, despite what havoc they wreak on her digestive tract. She was an actual slave where she comes from, so I'm pretty sure she has an iodine deficiency, she loves salt." "Oh, the poor thing," Theresa cooed, taking Nanu by the hand and leading her toward the small dining room. "In that case, I'll give her all the bologna she wants." "Ba-lo," Nanu said readily, willing to let this unknown person take her anywhere if she was going to get fed. Becky walked along behind, along with Tatyana, who watched intently. "A very interesting life you lead, Miss Fischer," the seneschal mused. "Tatyana, I wouldn't even know where to begin these days;” Becky sighed. Thirty minutes later. Nanu was still sitting at the table, eating happily and drinking milk while Becky and Theresa sat with her, the latter watching with no small amount of fascination. "Goodness, she can certainly pack it away for such a little thing," Theresa mused. "I daresay she might give the lord of the manor or his son Alex a run for their money. Does she have two hollow legs?" "She's not a slave anymore, so I stressed to her that she's always welcome to eat as much as she wants," Becky said, still feeling a certain morbid fascination in watching Nanu plow through everything she was offered. "Sometimes I just forget exactly what she's capable of." "Well, as long as she doesn't explode and poor Val and Trilby have to clean her up," Theresa said. "She ate that whole slab of organic bologna I brought out, and now she's killing my brisket." "And less than a week ago, she thought cow meat was a lowly peasant food," Becky sighed, eating her own croissant and having a coffee. It was still breakfast after all, but Nanu's metabolism knew no time zones. "I have yet to find a food she won't eat. She literally destroyed an entire pound of suicide wings the other night at a pub, even though it just about blew her head off. She's kind of relentless." "Good morning, Miss Fischer," said a very elderly gentleman in a clipped but friendly English accent as he entered the room. "It has been some years, hasn't it?" "Oh my goodness, Mister Winson," Becky said happily as she stood up and hugged the new arrival. Nanu even paused and looked up from her brisket to see what was happening. She put down her food and stood up, coming around the table now. She was trying to remember the manners Becky had taught her. Since she'd been a slave and had to stand when, well, anyone was in the room, it wasn't that hard for her to keep in mind. "It's so good to see you again, sir!" "It is good to see you as well, my dear, but please, call me Jordan," the man said, returning the hug. "I'm retired now, and simply a member of the family, so I'm told." "Okay, but call me Becky, then, or at least Rebecca," she replied, smiling up at him. She hadn't seen Jordan in many years, but he seemed the same as ever, crisp and dignified. She turned to Nanu and gestured for her to come closer. "Nanu, come here and say hello, this man is named Jordan." "Jor-dah," the tiny girl repeated as she walked right up to Jordan and hugged him, just as she'd seen her Mistress do. "Oh, hello," Jordan said, somewhat surprised by the greeting, but adapting to it readily. Theresa, who was standing nearby, couldn't resist letting out an 'Awe!' sound at the sight. "It's very nice to meet you, young lady." "Sorry, she doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained as Nanu finally finished the hug. She helped Jordan sit while Nanu returned to her seat and continued showing the brisket who was in charge. "I admit, my conversational Latin is about as rusty as my joints, but I'll endeavor to make myself understood," Jordan said while Theresa served him some tea. They discussed Nanu's phony background for some time, with other staff members occasionally coming in and out. Nanu seemed very taken with Val's tits, and made no bones about it. Val giggled as Nanu bent over in her chair and tried to look up her skirt. Nanu seemed to have finally been sated when Tatyana came back into the room, smiling. "Your hosts are finally out of their meeting now and ready to receive you, Miss Fischer. If you would both please follow me;” Becky thanked Theresa for the food (Nanu hugged her), and then excused herself from Jordan before following Tatyana out of the informal dining room. They went back through the long halls, arriving at the grand foyer again. Tatyana then took them up the stairs. Nanu only tripped twice, because she was so busy Uhking at everything around her. Up to the third floor they went, and Tatyana led them toward a lounge. The seneschal stopped outside the room and nodded her head. "If you have any needs, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will make sure we see to them. It's been a pleasure, Miss Fischer." Becky nodded and watched as Tatyana turned and left. She took another deep breath and then took hold of the doorknob, opening the door and walking in, gesturing for Nanu to wait in the hall for a moment. The Egyptian girl nodded and stood still. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer!" chimed a heavenly voice, making Becky squeal with delight. She trotted up and threw herself into the bronze-haired beauty's embrace, laughing in relief. How she'd missed these hugs. "It is so good to see you again, my dear!" "It's so good to see you both as well," Becky breathed, feeling her eyes sting at the sight of the two people who'd had more of an influence on her than anyone else in her life, her parents included. Karen DeBourne's hypnotic golden eyes shone with happiness. Next to her towered her husband, his electric blue eyes holding her spellbound. He cast a shadow over her, because he was so tall and so muscular. "I left Nanu in the hallway for a sec, just in case I started crying. May I get her?" The huge blond man nodded. Becky went back to the door and gestured for Nanu to come in, her smile a reassuring one. Nanu took her hand and came into the room, looking around, but a split second later, she dropped to her knees, her hands pressed to the floor and her head hung. She was almost shaking and they could hear her gasping and mumbling. "Nanu?" Becky said, very confused by the reaction. She got it; meeting The DeBournes for the first time, especially Michael DeBourne, could be intimidating, since he was almost seven feet tall and solid muscle. But this was a rather extreme reaction, and Becky hadn't expected it. "Nanu, are you okay?" Nanu kept mumbling, but she was trembling almost violently, refusing to look up. "You're speaking to her in Latin," the tall, bronze-haired woman said. Becky nodded. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native tongue, but she speaks Latin, so that's how we communicate," she said, still not at all sure what was going on. Was Nanu that frightened? "You said she's Egyptian, yes?" Karen asked. Becky nodded. Karen stepped forward slightly and then spoke. "Nanu, alraja' alwuquf." The tiny girl didn't comply with the request to stand, just trembling harder and still mumbling. "Well, she doesn't speak Arabic," Karen mused, her finger under her chin. Becky seemed at a loss, which did not go unnoticed by her hosts. She looked up at her husband. "Not Arabic." Mike nodded and took over, his voice deep and commanding. "Nanu, I want you to stand up." At hearing her native Coptic tongue, Nanu paused in her mumbling, going silent. She even stopped trembling. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed herself off her hands, getting to her knees and then rising to her feet. She resolutely kept her head down, though, looking at the floor. "Look up at us, Nanu," the huge man said. Nanu slowly lifted her head, and her light hazel eyes were brittle with fear, but also sheer awe. Her vision was filled with the sight of these two unfathomably tall and beautiful beings, the likes of which she had never conceived of. Even her Mistress was downright plain compared to them. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "So we need to speak Coptic to her and not Arabic," Karen concluded, observing the girl. "She must be from a very remote part of Egypt indeed." "Oh my God," Becky groaned in exasperation, looking at the ceiling and almost stomping her foot. "Am I the only person I know who doesn't speak this dead language?" Karen looked up at her husband. "Coptic, and not liturgically, and Latin. Rather odd, I daresay." She looked at Becky now. "That must be taxing for you both, needing to speak in Latin to make it in an English world." "You don't know the half of it, Lady Prof," Becky admitted. "I've never seen her react like that before, and she terrified of almost anything she can't eat." Karen now stepped directly in front of Nanu, knelt and took the tiny girl's hands in hers. Nanu's eyes snapped wide open at the contact, her pupils shrinking in little more than pinholes. "Nanu," Karen said softly, smiling as she spoke in Coptic. "Welcome to our home. I am so happy that you are here." Nanu heard Becky call out in panic while her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the floor. A few minutes later. "Well, you weren't kidding about the extreme reaction to things," Mike mused as he and Becky watched while Karen was sitting on the long chesterfield with Nanu lying on her, the Egyptian girl's head in her lap. She hadn't quite come to yet, and Karen was stroking her hair gently. "Any idea what that was about?" Becky was somewhat reticent to answer, since she wasn't even sure what to say. She finally decided that she needed to be honest. "I; well, this is going to sound ridic, but I think she thinks you're gods." Karen looked up from the couch, one of her eyebrows raised. "You're right, Rebecca, that does indeed sound 'ridic'. What impossibly remote corner of Egypt could she possibly come from where polytheistic beliefs still hold sway?" "It's; hard and weird to explain," Becky confessed rather lamely. At that moment, Valentina came in, and she was holding a small silver tray with an array of food on it. She handed it to Mike, curtsied, and exited the room. The huge man brought the tray to his wife, who examined the contents for a moment before picking up a rolled-up piece of Theresa's homemade bologna. She held it under Nanu's nose. "Even better than smelling salts," Becky muttered as she heard Nanu sniff something, and even before she'd opened her eyes, she leaned forward enough to take the proffered meat in her mouth. "Ba-lo;” she said somewhat dazedly, chewing away. Becky and Mike watched as Nanu ate the bologna while Karen just stroked her hair. It was some moments before Nanu looked up and realized where she was, scrambling off her host's lap, and prostrating herself on the floor, trembling and mumbling again. Karen and Mike looked at one another while Becky sighed and bent down to gently haul Nanu to her feet. She still wouldn't look at them, though. "We didn't mean to interrupt, Rebecca, please resume," Mike said. "Why does she think we're gods?" Here we go. "Well, she's never seen anyone quite like either of you, physically," Becky began. "And where she's from, there's' She felt a little tickle in her throat and she coughed rather harshly. "Are you quite all right, darling?" the gorgeous matriarch asked, curious. "Sorry," Becky rasped, waving it off. "I felt the tickle earlier in my throat when I was drinking coffee. Your chef Theresa put chicory in it, didn't she?" "She's been known to, yes," Karen confirmed, nodding. "Do you have an allergy?" "A very mild reaction, but sometimes it can flare up," the blonde said, puzzled. "Anyway, I' She paused to take another breath, her throat was still scratchy. The more she wanted to say something, the more she felt the itch. What on earth? "Could I; possibly borrow a piece of paper and a writing implement?" she asked. Karen walked over to a small credenza in the corner and returned with a small steno pad and pencil. Nanu was still staring at the two terrifying and wondrous beings, her mouth dry and her eyes rather wet. Karen handed the paper and pencil to Becky, who tried to write something. The tip of the pencil broke off. Karen tilted her head for a moment and then returned to her desk, coming back with a fountain pen, offering it to her guest. Becky pressed it to the paper, but the ink just spilled out of the tip, flooding the small square of paper. "Goodness," Karen said, quickly ducking low and putting another, larger page of paper she'd brought back under the steno pad, catching any ink that rolled off and threatened to stain her priceless rug. "Michael, perchance can Rebecca use your Rubus? I left mine back in the office." The giant man pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Becky, having unlocked it. Karen had already carefully taken the steno pad and fountain pen from her guest, walking them over to a small waste basket to safely dispose of them. Becky intended to use the text or document function to explain herself, but Mike's device winked out. "I think the battery just died," she said, handing it back to him. "Entirely." "What did I tell your father about having these batteries made in Guangzhou?" Mike asked as he looked down at his wife while putting the Rubus back in his pocket. "They skimp on the lithium, meaning the wiring degrades at least fifty percent more quickly." "Duly noted, your lordship," Karen sighed, shaking her head. "Yet another thing to bring up to the board at the next meeting. New batteries from elsewhere will mean tweaking the programming. That will cause some grumbling. I'm sorry, Rebecca, you were saying?" Becky seemed somewhat irked. She walked over to one of the window looking out over the back lot and leaned in, breathing on it. She'd try to write it there. Surely condensation would be her friend? "Those windows are thermochromic, my dear," Karen mentioned, still watching. "Not only are they slightly warm, but they have a coating on them that prevents condensation buildup, generally." "Nanu?" Becky called, snapping the smaller girl out of her trance. Nanu glanced at her Mistress and Becky beckoned her over with a finger. The blonde down and whispered in her ear. "Nanu, please tell them that you are from Imperial Rome." "No," Nanu whispered back, shaking her head and sounding very nervous. "They won't believe me, and they'll punish me. Please, Mistress, don't make me do it;” "Rebecca," Mike called over, his deep voice commanding but also kind and reassuring. "There's no need, just come back over here, please." Becky stood up and returned to stand with her professors again, holding Nanu's hand. The Egyptian girl had gone back to averting her gaze, looking at the floor. They both just stood there, as if letting school headmasters assess them. "She can't tell us," Karen mused aloud, but obviously talking to her husband. "It almost defies Bohm Interpretation." Becky had heard the term, but had no idea what it meant in this context. They weren't talking to her in any event. She just listened and waited. "The harder she tries, the more it hurts, and any attempt is stymied," Mike agreed. "Things that seem completely coincidental are all entangled. Who knew about the chicory?" "And we happened to be in the lounge where we installed some of the first thermochromic windows," Karen added. "No chance for condensation and finger-writing." She looked back at the waste basked. "Damn, I really liked that pen, too." Holy shit, Becky thought, almost shuddering at a realization. Am I encountering time lock? I'm not allowed to tell them? Will the fucking universe kill me before it lets me? There was something so inherently unfair about this in her eyes. Not that she couldn't tell them, but the fact that Mike and Karen DeBourne, two of the most amazing people and gifted physicists walking the planet, were not meant to know about her time traveling. The two people she desperately wanted to share this with more than anything, and it wasn't meant to be. When she looked up at them, she felt a stinging in her eyes. "I'm; I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me if I ask you to stop inquiring about Nanu and myself?" She sighed in relief as Karen stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace. She may have been disappointed, but at least she could stop trying, for now. Nanu looked up when she felt the movement, seeing her Mistress being hugged. Her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she saw the goddess with the golden eyes take her Mistress' face in her hands and then kiss her, deeply. The giant god with the golden hair and the eyes the color of the sea reached down and kept her from falling on her ass as the strength left her legs. She goggled up at him, stunned beyond speech as he smiled down at her. Slowly, Nanu turned her head to look over at her Mistress again, who was still kissing the tall, bronze-haired goddess. It was no chaste or even reverent kiss, it was; lewd, it was. Becky groaned as Karen's tongue began to tangle with hers. Nanu gasped in utter shock. Was her Mistress tongue-fucking the goddess? Nanu let out an unintelligible sound of confusion, and this caused Karen and Becky to finally break the kiss. Still holding one another, they looked over and down at her, smiling warmly. "She seems overwhelmed," Karen mused. "She's never seen anyone kiss a goddess before," Becky said, smirking. "Not even me. That sure got her attention. I give it three seconds before her competitive jealousy kicks in." "Well, it won't do to have jealous guests in my house," Karen chimed, her voice music in Nanu's ears. The Egyptian girl had heard those lovely tones once before, during a conversation over her Mistress' magic talking box a few days ago. Mistress had been speaking to the goddess! The god and goddess were Mistress' teachers she was referring to! "And here we go again," Becky sighed as Nanu wilted in Mike's arms, seeming to faint for a second time. And probably not the last time today. A little bit later. Nanu was sitting on the giant bed, in the giant room, looking around. She seemed to have not noticed that she was completely naked, as was Becky, who had just finished undressing. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen or even conceived of. "The gods sleep in here?" she asked in a tiny voice. There we have it, Becky realized. She really does believe they're gods. Then again, I was the tallest woman she'd ever seen before she met Karen. And Mike, well; what do I do about it? Do I try to persuade her that they're not gods? That could take forever, and she'll fight it. I can't encourage it, so maybe just leave it and let her work it out for herself? Working things out for herself seemed to be Nanu's MO, so that what Becky decided on. She finally nodded. "They sleep here, yes." "You were kissing the goddess," Nanu breathed, looking at Becky in wonder. "She was kissing you. Mistress, have you; have you fucked these gods before?" Becky just nodded again. Nanu thought about that, her eyes roaming over the expansive floor in front of her, and then at her own naked body. "And I; do these gods intend to fuck me?" This brought a smile to Becky's lovely face. "If that is what you desire, my love. I told you several times this past week, we came to have fun with my teachers, and having sex with them was actually what I meant." "Your teachers are the gods themselves," Nanu murmured. "Are all teachers gods in your world?" "Not even close," Becky said, shaking her head. "But nobody had a bigger influence on my life and who I became than these two." "Well of course, they're gods," reasoned the Egyptian girl, almost frowning because she felt strange explaining the perfectly obvious to her Mistress. "What; what happens if I fuck these gods?" "Well, you cum, probably harder than you ever have in your life," Becky replied. "What did you expect to happen?" "I won't become a god myself?" Nanu asked. "I haven't yet." "What if I let the sun god cum in me?" pressed the former slave-girl. "Will I have a demigod childlike Hercules, who the Romans worshipped?" Becky just laughed and pulled Nanu to her feet. The smaller girl seemed justifiably hesitant, but Becky led her over to the large door off to one side of the room and into an enormous and sumptuous bathing chamber. Nanu's eyes were everywhere, trying to take it all in, but she stopped dead upon seeing who awaited them. It was the gods, and they were also naked. The goddess, the one her Mistress referred to as 'Karen', was a glorious sight to behold. She was even taller than Mistress, and her tits were larger, standing proudly on her chest. They were each as large or larger than Nanu's head. Her body was flawless, with a single strip of trimmed coppery hair crowning the mound just over her cunt. She had the same long dancer's legs that Nanu did. Her golden eyes were intimidating and at the same time very welcoming. Whoever she was looking at just had to choose which was applicable to them. Nanu trembled almost in fear at the sight of the god, though. He was immeasurably tall to her, she barely reached his chest. He was more powerfully built than any man or even statue she'd ever laid eyes on, with muscles bulging everywhere. He had a small waist under his huge torso, and his cock was frighteningly large, even though it was soft. The muscles of his legs were bigger around than Nanu's chest. Had her Mistress really fucked that god? Had she really fucked that cock? His eyes were the color of a fearsome sea, but they were looking at her now with a kind expression she found strangely comforting in one who must have been a god of war and conquest, not just a sun god. "Has Nanu experienced a hot tub yet?" Karen asked, smiling pleasantly. "Nope," Becky replied, shaking her head. "Not on my watch, anyway. I don't think they had the ability or technology where she comes from." "Be frank about this next question, Rebecca," the goddess continued, gesturing to the large tub set into the floor. "Will she want to participate in our planned debauchery?" That made Becky laugh. "Trust me, Lady Prof, once she decides she's in, there'll be no stopping her. She's a complete sex fiend, it's kinda scary. Honestly, we should just dive into it, and she'll watch until she feels left out, and then insist on getting involved." "Excellent," Karen said as she let her husband escort her into the tub. "Shall I see to Nanu while you give my husband his due greeting?" "Never thought you'd ask, Lady Prof," Becky breathed, heading to the tub and clambering in. She had Nanu by the hand, but the smaller girl seemed hesitant. Becky released her and went to Mike, slipping into his titan arms. Karen, meanwhile stood in front of Nanu, smiling at her. "Come, Nanu," the goddess said in Latin, holding out her arms. "Come to me." Trembling but unable to disobey, Nanu stepped forward and put her hands in the goddess'. She allowed herself to be led down into the humming, churning water, her eyes still fixed on Karen's. Whereas the water reached Karen's waist, it was almost up to Nanu's tits when she was standing in the center. She felt the warm water bubbling around her, and it would have fascinated her if she hadn't been held by the gaze of the goddess. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Karen asked. Nanu nodded almost imperceptibly, her heart thundering in her chest. Karen pulled her close, until their tits were squashed together. Nanu's eyes went wide as the goddess pressed her soft lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Nanu's eyes closed now, and she slowly brought her hands up to embrace the deity. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, even with her Mistress. Her mind just melted away. She felt her tongue tangling with the goddess', and realized she was actively kissing Karen back. Mistress had already told her that they'd come here to fuck these two, these gods, who were apparently her teachers. As much as she revered Re-be-kah, she seemed to have underestimated her still, since not everyone was allowed to fuck gods. And she was now allowed to? Nanu began to kiss back harder, surrendering to her innate desire and eagerness. She felt her tits pressing into the goddess', her nipples jabbing and scraping, getting very hard. The goddess slowly moved backward, taking Nanu with her, until she was sitting down, and pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu rested on her thighs as they kept kissing, tongues exploring and tangling. Nanu whimpered in pleasure as Karen's hands began to roam around her body, caressing and exploring. The kiss broke long enough for them to look into one another's eyes, and Nanu was almost panting, a long string of glistening saliva drooping between their tongues. She felt the goddess' hands reach her ass, taking hold of her cheeks and squirming. Karen smiled and spoke in that enchanting voice. "Do you want to play with my tits, my dear?" Nanu nodded and leaned back just far enough to see the goddess' tits, which were larger than even Mistress'. Nanu couldn't remember ever seeing tits so big on any woman, unless they were enormously fat and floppy. This was something totally different, and Nanu was enthralled by the sight that awaited her. These divine tits were large and full, soft and firm, standing up and with dusky nipples begging to be kissed and sucked on. And Nanu would oblige. "Hmm, very nice," the goddess purred as Nanu leaned down and took one of the nipples inside her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. Karen gently clasped and cradled Nanu's head, letting her experiment. She felt the tiny girl bit and tug gently, which gave her a shiver. "You must enjoy making love to girls, yes?" she asked in Latin. Nanu just nodded, enveloped in this being's warm arms, almost feeling like she was suckling. She remembered practicing with her sister Kiya so very long ago back in dusty little Akhmim. She never could have guessed she'd be doing it now on a goddess. Her eyes opened as she heard a moan come from nearby, a moan she recognized as that of her Mistress. She looked over and stared dumbly, somehow remembering to keep suckling while watching Re-be-kah servicing the war god. Mistress was on her knees in the tub, while the god was leaning back against the edge, and she had his enormous, hard cock in her hand. She stroked the shaft while her lips were sealed around it, and she was bobbing back and forth, making an effort to push farther down its length with each movement. Nanu seized up and groaned as one of the goddess' hands glided down her body and under her ass, finding her cuntlips and stroking gently. "She looks good doing that, doesn't she, Nanu?" the goddess asked, smiling slyly. She stroked gently along her lover's nether lips, teasing her and making Nanu tremble in her lap. Nanu was having a hard time remembering to keep sucking and licking, but she somehow endured. "Would you like to try?" Nanu was whimpering, but she nodded. "Tag, DeBourne," Karen said, reaching out her hand to touch Mike's. "Nanu wants a whirl at the beast." "Do you mind, Rebecca?" the giant man asked, looking down at the woman currently pleasuring him. "Hmm, not at all, sir," Becky replied, popping her mouth off and smiling up at him, still stroking with her hand. "Don't want my jaw to get sore too early, after all." She stood and moved back, while Karen peeled Nanu off her lap. Despite expressing a desire to switch, Nanu seemed nervous, and Becky knelt in the water and took her face in her hands, smiling gently and whispering against her lips. "It's okay, my love," she said. "This is part of your new world, after all." Nanu nodded and moved over to the war god while Becky took her place, sliding into Karen's lap. Unlike Nanu, she wasn't perched on it, but managed to slip one of her legs back behind Karen's ass, and soon their pussies were pressed together while they embraced one another. They smiled before resuming the kiss they'd shared in the study, but even more deep and passionate now. "Hmm, God, I've missed this," Becky mumbled, her tongue dancing wetly with Karen's. Their tits squashed, and they squirmed against each other, reconnecting. It had been too long since they'd made love. The last time they'd been able to meet up had simply been in a café, no chance to get naughty there. "We have too," Karen replied, exploring Becky's mouth. They remembered what the other liked, and their rhythm fell easily into place. "And you need to promise to visit more often, my love." "We will," Becky said, her heart fluttering. These two had meant so much to her. They'd first met her when she was simply a precocious teenager in high school, attending an institution they were considering sending their son to once he had left his Montessori. They'd been impressed by her grasp of science and had sponsored her readily, leading to many opportunities she might never have had, no matter how much her grades might have earned them. She even studied abroad for a few summers on their dime, going to Stanford, Oxford, and Lucerne. And then they'd made sure that she had a place at the university, and got into all the Science classes she desired. She had always had the biggest crush on them both, and by now she thought she was madly in love with them. She became their lover, even while they were her instructors. They opened her eyes to so many things. And they'd inspired her. She knew she wanted to teach young minds, to give those young people the same passion and opportunities she'd been given. Once she had her degree that allowed her to teach, she took a job at a local high school, and the place was happy to have her as their principal science teacher. It turned out to not be as much fun as she had anticipated, with teenage students proving boring and reticent. Some years of this had made her feel worn down. If it hadn't been for Mark and his Holmes Field Device these past few weeks, she might have simply droned on, feeling the passion for teaching fizzle out of her. And now she found herself back here, with Nanu, and everything seemed wonderful again. She pulled Karen tighter into her embrace, kissed her harder, and felt their cuntlips mingling and slithering beneath the foaming water. "Hmm, your breath still smells like roses," Becky panted as they made out and made love. "Those rose pastilles are so wonderful. Please let me lick you, please;” Karen nodded and they broke the kiss, with Becky sidling backward off her lap and getting on her knees. Karen now leaned back, resting her amazing ass on the edge and spreading her legs wide enough for Becky to kneel between them. She gazed in quiet delight at her professor's cunt, so wet and inviting, shaved completely smooth except for the tightly trimmed strip above, the lips perfect and even. Karen DeBourne was absolutely flawless. Becky leaned in and began kissing, wasting no time in pleasuring the older woman. She kissed and lapped, shivering as she remembered this taste. A memory of her first time doing this flooded back to her, and she reveled in the scent and slick arousal of her teacher-lover. She dragged her tongue up the twat before flicking it against Karen's nub, making her tremble and sigh, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her former student's head. Nanu was frowning now, having gotten (somewhat) over her intimidation and was trying to massage the god's massive tool. Her fingers didn't even wrap around it, and she had to use both hands in a motion together to slide up and down its length. She leaned in and pressed the tip of her tongue against the swollen head, bewildered about how her Mistress had fit the damn thing
"Tad veltīsim vaļas stundu stāstam, un lai šis stāsts izglīto mūsu varoņus." Šis Platona epigrāfs ievada Donnas Tartas "Slepeno vēsturi". Tā jau ir otrā tikšanās ar šo autori latviešu lasītājam, pirms tam bija Silvijas Brices tulkotais "Ciglītis". Amerikāņu rakstnieces Donnas Tartras romāni pie mums nonākuši apgrieztā secībā, jo "Ciglītis" ir viņas jaunākais romāns, bet "Slepenā vēsture" – pirmais (1992.) Kā saka pati autore, "Slepenā vēsture" nemeklē atbildi uz jautājumu "Kas to izdarīja?", jo tas ir skaidrs jau no pirmajām lappusēm. "Slepenā vēsture" mēģina noskaidrot, kāpēc tas tika izdarīts? Vienkāršais Kalifornijas puisis elitārā Jaunanglijas koledžā vēl elitārākā kompānijā apgūst sengrieķu valodu un antīkās pasaules noslēpumus. No angļu valodas "Slepeno vēsturi" tulkojusi Karīna Tillberga, izdevusi "Zvaigzne ABC". Tulkotāja raksta: "..ne vienmēr pretenciozas intelektuālas noslieces un ārēja izsmalcinātība biedrojas ar cilvēcību un augstiem ētiskiem principiem." Raidījumu atbalsta:
Dans cet épisode captivant, Alex accueille Karène Larocque, ancienne psychologue et coach depuis 17 ans, pour discuter de la guérison des blessures intérieures et de la gestion de la peur.Ensemble, ils explorent comment de nombreuses personnes vivent avec des blessures non soignées, empêchant ainsi leur pleine épanouissement.Ils partagent leurs perspectives sur la peur, l'anxiété, et l'importance de la résilience et de l'estime de soi.Karène parle également de ses livres et des méthodes qu'elle utilise pour aider ses clients à identifier et surmonter les blocages psychologiques.Un échange riche et inspirant qui offre des stratégies concrètes pour avancer malgré la peur.
Send us a textSaturn Direct is officially here, and this week delivers major life shifts, clarity, and long-awaited momentum. In this episode, Aylin breaks down what Saturn's forward motion means collectively and gives detailed predictions for all 12 zodiac signs for the week of November 24–31.Expect breakthroughs, commitments, endings, new structures, karmic corrections, and a massive energetic reset as Saturn moves direct.If you've been waiting for answers, alignment, or the green light to move forward—this is your week.
Danes pa nekaj o aktualnem trenutku v slovenskem žogobrcu. V času, ko to poslušate, se končuje slovenska nogometna avantura s poskusom preboja na Mundial prihodnje leto. Kot ima slovenski žurnalizem v navadi, ob uspehih govorimo o junakih in pravljici, ob neuspehih pa udrihamo z vsem kar gre po ubogih športnikih. Naša oddaja bo vsaj malo odvzela breme z ramen nogometašev, selektorja in Nogometne zveze Slovenije … Zakaj? Ker na nogomet gledamo širše kot običajna javnost.Osredinimo se samo na zadnji poraz, ki so ga mnogi opisali kot sramotnega, v Stožicah proti reprezentanci Kosova. Kdo je kriv, je bilo odgovorjeno že stokrat. Zvezna vrsta, ki je bila luknjičasta in počasna. Selektor, ki ne spravi skupaj ofenzivne taktike, ali napadalci, ki dajo gol vsako četrto tekmo? Po našem svetem prepričanju nihče od naštetih. Največjo krivdo nosi Janez Janša, za njim pa Danilo Türk. Zgodba je zapletena, hkrati pa enostavna. Na predlog Janševe vlade je Slovenija prve dni marca leta 2008 priznala Kosovo kot neodvisno in suvereno državo. Strinjal se je tudi tedanji predsednik Danilo Türk in poslanci so z nekaj izjemami priznanje potrdili. Torej; če takrat Slovenija Kosova ne bi priznala, ne bi mogla prejšnjo soboto proti njemu izgubiti, ker tekme sploh ne bi igrala. Igrati proti državi, ki ne obstaja, je pač nemogoče. Sobotni nogometni poraz je dal prav Sašu Pečetu in Zmagu Jelinčiču, ki sta že leta 2008 opozarjala, da bo priznanje imelo daljnosežne in negativne posledice za našo državo. Njune besede so ob sobotnem porazu z 2 : 0 postale meso, kar le še enkrat več pomeni, da je politični šovinizem tek na dolge proge. Da bi se izognili podobnim blamažam in v pomoč našemu nogometu tako predlagamo, da za božjo voljo nikarte več priznavati novih neodvisnih držav … Da ne bi recimo komu prišlo na misel priznanje Katalonije … Ob trenutnem stanju v naši reprezentanci pa ne moremo biti samozavestni niti pred tekmo z ekipo Palestine, ki jo gostimo v rehabilitacijskem centru Soča. Če dobro premislimo; slovenskemu reprezentančnemu nogometu bi najbolj pomagali, ako prekinemo diplomatske stike z večino svetovnih držav in potem bi, z neigranjem tekem, dosegli kar precejšnje uspehe. Pač po logiki, da če tekme ne igraš, si še vedno uspešnejši od tega, da jo izgubiš! Ob tekmi pa je bilo še nekaj spornih situacij, ki so burile javnost mogoče celo bolj kot poraz sam. Tribune so namreč zasedli kosovski navijači v številu, ki je najbrž preseglo slovenske navijače in žvižgali so Zdravljici. Kar je vsega obsojanja vredno, ampak nekaj je treba vedeti … Pogumni in neustrašni Iliri iz goratega zaledja Jadranskega morja gojijo do nogometa posebno strast. Pa ne le to. Nogomet je postal njihov izvozni izdelek, ki je mogoče celo bolj pogost, kot nastrgano meso v štručki ali pa popularna poletna osvežitev. Hočemo povedati, da nogometaši pod dvoglavim orlom logično zapolnjujejo nogometno reprezentanco republike Albanije, nato republike Kosovo in v veliki meri še reprezentanco Švice. Proti takšni valilnici nogometnih talentov je majhna Slovenija brez moči in ker smo v kvalifikacijah igrali tako s Kosovom kot s Švico, lahko v maniri duhovičenja športnih komentatorjev pristavimo, da je dvoglavi orel pošteno oskubil slovensko kokoš. Pa gremo k izgubljenemu dvoboju na tribunah. Mlačnost in pomanjkanje energije slovenskih navijačev na tribunah je čudovito sovpadalo z mlačnostjo in pomanjkanjem energije slovenskih nogometašev. In poznejše jokanje po družbenih omrežjih, kako so bili gostujoči navijači bolj glasni, bolj zavzeti, z večjimi zastavami in z več strasti, je klavrni navijaški predstavi le nastavilo ogledalo. Na tem mestu pa ne moremo mimo katastrofalne politike Nogometne zveze Slovenije. Groteskna in zdaj sploh ne več prikrita absolutna in popolna centralizacija Slovenije je dosegla in zadušila tudi nogomet. Vztrajanje, da mora reprezentanca igrati tekme v na pol dograjenih Stožicah, ker je pač v onih betonskih temeljih zakopano bistvo slovenstva, je neumno, če že ni skrajno škodljivo. Nacionalne nogometne zveze, tudi tiste velikih in pomembnih reprezentanc, dosledno skrbijo, da nacionalna moštva domače tekme igrajo na različnih prizoriščih po državi. To ni ne neka novost, ne posebna praksa. Gre za osnovno nogometno dostojnost, bi zapisali. Razen slovenske nogometne zveze, ki je tako zaverovana v Ljubljano, kot da si nogometni uradniki ne bi smeli izplačati dnevnice, če bi se podali kam drugam. Recimo v Celje, kjer trenutno gori še zadnji dostojni utrinek slovenskega nogometa. Da o Mariboru, ki je kljub sramotni prodaji domačega kluba še vedno z naskokom največje slovensko nogometno mesto. Vztrajanje z Ljubljano in s Stožicami, kjer poskušajo umetno vzpostaviti čarobnost nekdanjega Bežigrada, je za slovenski nogomet škodljivo prav toliko, kot porazne igre naše nogometne reprezentance.
In this conversation, Amit Kar, Digital Solutions Leader (Global) at Schneider Electric, discusses the company's role in energy management and automation, particularly in the energy and chemical sectors. He highlights the importance of digital solutions, efficiency and autonomous operations in adapting to the evolving energy landscape. Kar emphasizes the need for organizations to embrace change and align technology with strategy to navigate the complexities of the industry.
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In this conversation, Amit Kar, Digital Solutions Leader (Global) at Schneider Electric, discusses the company's role in energy management and automation, particularly in the energy and chemical sectors. He highlights the importance of digital solutions, efficiency and autonomous operations in adapting to the evolving energy landscape. Kar emphasizes the need for organizations to embrace change and align technology with strategy to navigate the complexities of the industry.
Niðurstaða rannsakenda, hér á landi og í Namibíu, er að meintar mútugreiðslur Samherja til namibískra áhrifamanna, séu talsvert hærri en áður hafði verið talið. Þetta herma heimildir fréttastofu. Nú, sléttum sex árum eftir að Kveikur í samstarfi við Wikileaks, Stundina, Al-Jazeera og namibíska dagblaðið The Namibian, fjölluðu fyrst um ásakanir um stórfelld mútubrot tengd starfsemi Samherja í Namibíu, sitja 10 menn í varðhaldi þar ytra og bíða þess að réttarhöld hefjist í máli þeirra. Land við Öskju hefur risið um nærri einn metra frá því landris hófst á ný við eldstöðina fyrir rúmum fimm árum. Haldi þessi þróun áfram gæti endað með eldgosi, en svo gæti allt dottið í dúnalogn og ekkert gerst. Fyrir fáum dögum varð jarðskjálfti í Öskju 3,5 að stærð og þótt það séu kannski ekki fréttir að jarðskjálfti mælist í Öskju, þá eru svo stórir skjálftar ekki algengir þar. Stærsta og öflugasta flugmóðurskip heims, hið bandaríska Gerald R. Ford, lónar nú á Karíbahafinu, undan norðurströnd Suður-Ameríku, með ríflega 4.000 manna áhöfn og tugi orrustuþotna um borð. Þetta risaskip er ekki eitt á ferð, því tugir annarra herskipa - orrustuskipa, freigáta, tundurspilla og minni flugmóðurskip fylgja því hvert sem það fer. Þessi flotadeild bætist við þann fjölda bandarískra herskipa, herþotna og kafbáta sem hafa haldið til í sunnanverðu Karíbahafi að undanförnu, ekki ýkja fjarri Venesúela, og haldið þar uppi mannskæðum árásum á báta meintra fíkniefnasmyglara.
Raidsabiedrības BBC ģenerāldirektora un ziņu dienesta vadītājas demisijas apstākļi, ANO Klimata pārmaiņu konference Belenā (Brazīlijā) un globālās klimata politikas aktualitātes, kā arī Baltkrievijas diktatora Lukašenko jaunākie diplomātiskie manevri slēgtās Polijas un Lietuvas robežas sakarā. Ārpolitikas aktualitātes studijā pārrunājam kopā ar Latvijas Ārpolitikas institūta direktoru un Rīgas Stradiņa universitātes Sociālo zinātņu fakultātes asociēto profesoru Kārli Bukovski un Latvijas Ārpolitikas institūta pētnieku Uģi Lībieti. Kā atdzesēt pasauli? Pirmdien Brazīlijas pilsētā Belenā tika atklāta Trīsdesmitā Apvienoto Nāciju Klimata pārmaiņu konference, kurā piedalās 1992. gadā parakstītās ANO Klimata pārmaiņu ietvarkonvencijas dalībvalstis. Šis dokuments pirmo reizi Apvienoto Nāciju līmenī atzina klimata pārmaiņas par globālu draudu. Vēlākajos gados uz tā pamata slēgtas citas vienošanās, tai skaitā 2015. gada Parīzes klimata nolīgums, kura mērķis ir līdz 2100. gadam ierobežot globālās temperatūras pieaugumu līdz aptuveni pusotram Celsija grādam, salīdzinot ar pirmsindustriālā laikmeta līmeni. Arī šīgada samita dienaskārtībā dominē globālā sasilšana, pāreja no tradicionālā fosilā kurināmā uz videi draudzīgāku enerģijas ieguvi un dalībvalstu atpalikšana no agrāk pieņemtajām saistībām. Pasākums ilgs vienpadsmit dienas un ir kupli apmeklēts – dalībai reģistrējušies apmēram piecdesmit tūkstoši cilvēku no 190 pasaules valstīm. Konferences rīkotāji saskārušies ar apmešanās vietu deficītu, un Brazīlijas valdībai nācies ķerties pie ārkārtas pasākumiem, uz laiku noīrējot vairākus kruīza lainerus un pielāgojot apmešanās vajadzībām skolas un armijas objektus. Pienācīgu apmešanās vietu trūkums licis dažām dalībvalstīm samazināt delegāciju sastāvu vai pat atteikties no ierašanās pavisam. Savienoto Valstu delegācijas neierašanās iemesls gan ir cits – jaunās administrācijas politika, izstājoties no Parīzes nolīguma un slēdzot atbildīgo institūciju – Prezidenta īpašā sūtņa klimata jautājumos biroju. Prezidents Tramps deklarējis, ka klimata pārmaiņu problemātika esot izdomājums un krāpšanas shēma, kas tikai apgrūtinot viņa valsts ekonomikas attīstību. Vēsturiski Savienotās Valstis ir lielākais ogļskābās gāzes iepludinātājs atmosfērā, lai gan šobrīd ikgadējo apjomu ziņā tās apsteigusi Ķīna. Šī Vašingtonas pieeja ir vien drūmākais akcents neiepriecinošajā kopainā, ciktāl samita dalībniekiem pirmo reizi nācies nepārprotami atzīt, ka globālie pūliņi klimata pārmaiņu novēršanā nesasniedz rezultātus. No samita tribīnes izskan biedinoši atgādinājumi par to, ka šogad vien klimata pārmaiņas par sevi atgādinājušas ar neierasti ilgu un intensīvu vasaras karstuma periodu Indijā un Pakistānā, līdzīgu vasaras tveici Rietumeiropā, ugunsgrēkiem Vidusjūras reģionā, postošu sausumu Turcijā, viesuļvētrām Karību reģionā un Brazīlijas dienvidos, taifūniem Vjetnamā un Filipīnās. Karstuma viļņi tiek minēti kā simtu cilvēku nāves iemesls. Brazīlijai piederošie Amazones tropu meži ir viens no galvenajiem pūliņu īstenošanas punktiem, ciktāl to izciršana ir nozīmīgs drauds planētas ekoloģiskajam līdzsvaram. Skaļu un nepatīkamu atgādinājumu par šīm problēmām samita dalībnieki piedzīvoja otrdien, kad konferences galvenajā ēkā ielauzās protestētāji no mūžamežu pamatiedzīvotāju vidus, iesaistoties sadursmēs ar apsardzi. Lukašenko draud Viļņai, pielabinās Vašingtonai 29. oktobrī Lietuvas gaisa telpā notika kārtējais incidents, kad no Baltkrievijas puses ielidojuši gaisa baloni, kādi tiek izmantoti meteoroloģiskajām zondēm, likuši vairakkārt apturēt Viļņas lidostas darbību. Pēdējā laikā parādās ziņojumi, ka šādi gaisa baloni, kā arī lidroboti tiekot izmantoti, nogādājot no Baltkrievijas Polijā un Lietuvā kontrabandas cigaretes. Reaģējot uz notikušo, Lietuvas valdība tajā pašā dienā slēdza robežšķērsošanas punktus ar Baltkrieviju. Kā zināms, jau kopš septembra vidus ir ierobežotas arī robežšķērsošanas iespējas starp Poliju un Baltkrieviju. Pēc tam, kad apmēram divdesmit Krievijas lidroboti 9. septembrī ielidoja Polijas gaisa telpā, Varšava 12. septembrī pilnībā slēdza savu robežu ar Baltkrieviju. Pāris nedēļas vēlāk kustība gan daļēji tika atjaunota, tomēr vairāki nozīmīgi robežpunkti joprojām paliek slēgti, tā apgrūtinot satiksmi. Divu robežpunktu atvēršana tika plānota oktobra beigās, taču pagaidām ir atlikta, acīmredzot saistībā ar minētajiem notikumiem Lietuvā. Minskas režīms uz Lietuvas valdības rīcību reaģējis asi. Robežas slēgšanas rezultātā Baltkrievijā izrādījās iestrēgušas apmēram tūkstoš simts Lietuvā reģistrētas kravas mašīnas. Baltkrievija atteikusies tās izlaist no savas teritorijas pa kādu īpašu koridoru, novirzot uz maksas stāvlaukumiem. Baltkrievijas diktators Lukašenko, kurš Lietuvas rīcību dēvē par hibrīdkara operāciju, pieprasījis tūlītēju robežas atkalatvēršanu un piedraudējis, ka citādi lietuviešu transportlīdzekļi varot tikt konfiscēti. 31. oktobrī viņš arī parakstījis dekrētu, ar kuru Polijas un Lietuvas kravas mašīnām aizliegta pārvietošanās Baltkrievijas teritorijā. Tāpat Lukašenko paziņojis, ka runāšot par Lietuvas robežas jautājumu ar Savienoto Valstu administrācijas pārstāvjiem. Kā zināms, kopš pāris mēnešiem Minskas un Vašingtonas attiecībās iestājies atkusnis. Augustā notika Lukašenko telefonsaruna ar Savienoto Valstu prezidentu Trampu, savukārt septembrī no Baltkrievijas cietumiem tika atbrīvoti 52 politieslodzītie apmaiņā pret sankciju mīkstināšanu Baltkrievijas nacionālajai aviokompānijai Belavia. Svētdien prezidents Tramps paziņoja, ka ieceļ Džonu Koulu, kontaktpersonu sarunās ar Lukašenko, par savu īpašo sūtni Baltkrievijā. Pirmdien tika ziņots, ka Polijas premjerministrs Donalds Tusks un Lietuvas premjerministre Inga Ruginiene vienojušies, ka normāls robežšķērsošanas režīms ar austrumu kaimiņu varētu tikt atjaunots ap novembra vidu. Vai politikai pietuvinātie mēģina koriģēt britu sabiedriskās raidorganizācijas kursu? 2025. gada 9. novembris, jādomā, tiks pieminēts britu nacionālās raidsabiedrības BBC vēstures pārskatos. Šajā dienā par savu aiziešanu no raidorganizācijas paziņoja tās līdzšinējā ziņu dienesta vadītāja Debora Tērnesa un nedaudz vēlāk arī raidorganizācijas ģenerāldirektors Tims Deivijs. Iemesls ir skandāls, kas izvērtās novembra ieskaņā, kad konservatīvās ievirzes laikraksts The Daily Telegraph publiskoja informāciju par iekšēju ziņojumu, kuru raidorganizācijas valdei iesniedzis kādreizējais BBC Redakcionālo vadlīniju un standartu komitejas ārštata konsultants Maikls Preskots. 19 lappušu teksts analizē konkrētu gadījumu ar raidījumā „Panorāma” ievietotu materiālu, kas atspoguļo notikumus Vašingtonā 2021. gada 6. janvārī, kad toreiz uz otro termiņu neievēlētā prezidenta Donalda Trampa piekritēji ielauzās Kapitolija ēkā, pārtraucot Savienoto Valstu Kongresa darbu. Tramps toreiz uzrunāja savus atbalstītājus pie Baltā nama, un BBC pārraidītajā materiālā divi viņa runas fragmenti bija samontēti tā, ka radīja iespaidu par tiešu uzkūdīšanu uz šo iebrukumu. Jau visai drīz uz Telegraph [telegraf] publikāciju reaģēja arī pats Baltā nama saimnieks, nosūtot BBC oficiālu vēstuli ar piedraudējumu vērst pret raidorganizāciju civilprasību miljarda dolāru apjomā. Sekoja raidorganizācijas priekšsēdētāja Samīra Šaha atvainošanās, raksturojot notikušo kā „sprieduma kļūdu”. Tomēr minētā Maikla Preskota ziņojuma saturs neaprobežojas ar konkrētā gadījuma analīzi. Autors pārmet BBC paustajam pārlieku kreisumu un aizraušanos ar t.s. „vokisma” ievirzēm, kas izpaužoties, piemēram, Izraēlas un Hamas konflikta un transpersonu tiesību jautājumu atspoguļojumā. Valdē ziņu dienesta vadītājai Tērnesai uzbrūkošu pozīciju ieņēma pirmām kārtām tās loceklis Robijs Gibs, kurš šai institūcijā nonāca premjerministra Borisa Džonsona laikā. Savulaik viņš bijis labējās ievirzes telekanāla GB News viens no izveidotājiem un darbiniekiem, kurš pie tam esot Maikla Preskota personisks draugs. Liberālākas ievirzes medijos izskan viedokļi, ka šis ir mērķtiecīgi organizēts uzbrukums sabiedriskajai raidorganizācijai, lai panāktu lielāku konservatīvo aprindu ietekmi tajā vai to diskreditētu. Vairāki politiķi, tostarp Liberāldemokrātu līderis Eds Deivijs un Skotijas pirmais ministrs Džons Svinnijs aicinājuši atcelt Gibu no BBC valdes. Var atgādināt, ka BBC joprojām ir auditorijas uzticamības ziņā visaugstāk vērtētā britu raidorganizācija – tās ziņu materiālus par uzticamiem uzskata 60 % skatītāju. Salīdzinājumam, pieminētajam GB News šis rādītājs ir vien 29 %. Sagatavoja Eduards Liniņš.
Konuğumuz İsviçre Federal Orman, Kar ve Peyzaj Araştırma Enstitüsü (WSL) — Biyoçeşitlilik ve Koruma Biyolojisi Grubu, Ekolojik Genetik Birimi'nden Dr. Gözde Çilingir ile koruma genetiğine odaklanarak genetik ile evrim arasındaki ilişkiyi ele alıyoruz.
Konceptuāli nākamā gada budžeta projekts ir apstiprināts. Taču faktiski Latvijā jau ir mazākumvaldība, un gala lasījumam daudzas partijas ir apņēmušās visādas prasības, lai maksimāli gūtu labumu sev. Vai mēs netuvojamies valsts mēroga drāmai? Par to Krustpunktā diskutē Saeimā pārstāvēto partiju pārstāvji: premjerministres parlamentārā sekretāre Karīna Ploka ("Jaunā vienotība"), Saeimas Zaļo un Zemnieku savienības frakcijas priekšsēdētājs Harijs Rokpelnis, Saeimas frakcijas "Progresīvie" priekšsēdētājs Andris Šuvajevs, Saeimas frakcijas "Apvienotais saraksts" – Latvijas Zaļā partija, Latvijas Reģionu Apvienība, Liepājas partija priekšsēdētāja vietniece Aiva Vīksna un Saeimas frakcijas "Latvija pirmajā vietā" deputāte Ramona Petraviča.
Zic na torek. Na martinovo. Na naše novo leto. Ker je bila včeraj gužva. Ker praskava cajt in drobiž, da delava točno to. Kar imamo rdai. Oddaja, ki bi bila v ponedeljek zagotovo drugačna. Ampak je zato v torek toliko bolj, no, naša. Po naše. Maribor je iz Radomelj prinesel le točko. Tudi o tem, seveda. Ampak tudi o intenci, kot smo izvedeli. Zakaj Zic lahko nekaj naredi, kaj vse bi še lahko in kaj upava, da kdaj bo. Zaenkrat smo, kjer smo. In še vztrajamo. In upamo. Ker to smo. Fuzbal. Maribor.
Obstaja velika nevarnost da, tudi če boste današnji prispevek poslušali, ga ne boste slišali. Zunaj namreč divjajo martinovanja in alkoholiziranost, pijanost, nabitost, in podobni izrazi so glavna deviza nocojšnjega večera. Seveda ne nastopamo z moralističnih višav, ker bog ve, da smo v naši redakciji ljubitelji kozarčka ali dveh. Moti le nakladanje, da je martinovanje del slovenske tradicije. Nič ni dlje od resnice; edina razlika med martinovanjem in fabricirani prazniki sodobnosti, kot so noč čarovnic, valentinovo in celo božič do neke meje, je ta, da smo si martinovanje izmislili sami. Te vrstice pišemo iz enega središč slovenskega vinskega vesolja in slovenska vinogradniška tradicija ne pozna nič podobnega martinovanju v današnji obliki. Če že, je ob svetem Martinu vinogradnik povabil ljudi, ki so pomagali pri trgatvi, na kozarec vina. In to je bilo vse. Ampak tradicije nekje in nekoč pač morajo nastati, tako zdaj sedimo sredi nastajanja tradicije množičnih bakanalij.Niso pa današnje pijanke kar tako. O ne, gospod. Nocojšnje pijančevanje naj bo še posebej slavnostno. Kajti edina neprijetnost – ob mačku naslednjega dne – ki smo jo do sedaj poznali pri alkoholni omami, je bila prejšnji teden odpravljena. In odpravilo jo je samo Ustavno sodišče. Kar velja, kot da je z žebljem pribito. Namreč; če česa, smo se pijoči bali policistov, ko smo pribiti, opiti ali samo malo pod gasom sedli za volan. Teorija govori o različnih količinah in razmerjih. Mali pir ali špricer sta vedno ok! Velik pir ali pol buteljke že zahtevata mali golaž, vse, kar je več, pa zahteva srečo. Tako smo se tresli pred policijsko patrolo cela desetletja, ker pijančku pač absurdnost vožnje pod vplivom alkohola ne pride do živega. In ko so nas dobili … Oh, kako smo klicali znane pri policiji, znane na občini, znane pri sodniku za prekrške. In kako smo jokali in moledovali … Potem smo zbirali točke, ponovno opravljali izpit in se s psihologom pogovarjali o alkoholizmu. Vse te čirečare je sedaj Ustavno sodišče ukinilo in nam privoščilo srečno in veselo martinovanje in srečen ter veseli december z njegovimi neštetimi priložnostmi. Za kaj gre? Na to vprašanje ne znamo odgovoriti, ker se razumnemu zdi odločitev ustavnega sodišča blazna. Ampak vseeno nekaj podrobnosti. Kot veste, je Ustavno sodišče presodilo, da je 2. odstavek 107. člena zakona o pravilih cestnega prometa neskladen z ustavo. Ta člen ali odstavek določa, da je opravljen preizkus z alkotestom, če se pihajoči z rezultatom strinja, dovolj, za dokazovanje prekrška. In ta člen je sedaj Ustavno sodišče razveljavilo. Ga dalo na led. Menda zaradi tega, ker pihajoči nima dovolj informacij in znanja, da bi lahko potrdil pravilnost pozitivnega rezultata. Jasno, da nima dovolj znanja in informacij, če pa je nažgan! Ampak gremo lepo po vrsti. Razumnemu se zdi, da je takšna odločitev sodišča nastala nekje v vzporednem vesolju, saj se je do sedaj zdelo, da se nihče, še najmanj pa sodišča, ne bi spuščal v dodatno rahljanje že tako preveč ohlapne zakonodaje glede vožnje pod vplivom alkohola. A očitno smo se motili. In ko se človek vpraša kako lahko institucija, kot je Ustavno sodišče, zvali takšno jajce, moramo vedeti stvar ali dve. Ustavno sodišče ni najbolj pravo sodišče. Hočemo povedati, da tja sodnike, kljub vsemu ugledu in prestižu, delegirajo politiki. Linija subordinacije je: predsednik republike, državni zbor in potem poslanci, ki morajo izvoliti sodnike z dvotretjinsko večino. In kot tudi vemo iz prakse, se različne slovenske politične stranke trudijo inštalirati v sodišče svoje kandidate. Tako da ko pride pred sodišče katera njihovih agend, njihov interes ali celo, bog ne daj, njihov predsednik, imajo zadevo pod nadzorom. Tako se ustavni sodniki ukvarjajo z bolj ali manj tehtnimi družbenimi vprašanji, ki so včasih spekulativna, včasih zapletena, včasih nepotrebna, včasih bizarna. Potem ne čudi, da vrle sodnike normalno vprašanje, kot je: »Ali se vam ne zdi, da pijani voznik nima dovolj znanja in informacij o pozitivnem testu in o indikatorju?« povsem zmede. Zato so tam zbrane žene in možje nekoliko pomodrovali in vzkliknili: »Seveda ga nima, in če ga nima, je sprožiti postopek proti njemu neustavno.« Ob tem nismo najbolj prepričani, če je pijana vožnja sploh ena od kategorij slovenske ustave. Vsekakor pa je ustavna kategorija in to temeljna, da imaš kot prebivalec republike Slovenije ustavno pravico do tega, da te ne nasadi pijan voznik in da ima republika Slovenija ustavno dolžnost te tipe spraviti s cest. Žal pa so ustavni sodniki použili preveč vrhunskega pravnega znanja, da bi znali presoditi tisto, kar je vsem nam ostalim logično, očitno in razumljivo. Seveda je ta sestavek samo beden pamflet, ki nima nobene teže v vzvišenem svetu prava; ampak da nismo niti mi od včeraj, bomo, kot se v boljših družbah pravnikov spodobi, citirali latinski izrek. S temi imajo pravniki, sploh ob kozarčku na večer po simpoziju, veliko veselje. Si equus aut eques ebrius est, numquam contra Romam eris. latinski izrek Kar se za vas, ki sta vam pravo in latinščina španska vas, bere kot: “Če sta konj ali pač jezdec opita – nikar proti Rimu.”
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En 1788, el ejército austríaco marchó a combatir al Imperio Otomano… pero terminó luchando contra sí mismo. Paula Molina y Andrés Kalawski cuentan la increíble y caótica historia de la Batalla de Karánsebes, un “confuso incidente” donde el aguardiente, la desconfianza y los malentendidos fueron más letales que el enemigo.
Moving teeth can be tricky—especially those lateral incisors and stubborn second molars—and in clear aligner therapy, we can't let them have the last word! This week on Dentistry Unmasked, David and Pam sit down with Dr. Farah Kar as she spills the tea on proper ortho diagnosis, virtual case planning, and flawless execution. Did you know your virtual plan should never look like a perfect occlusal setup? Dr. Kar explains why and shares other key considerations to level up your aligner outcomes. Don't miss these pearls from one of the best in orthodontics!
Are clear aligners really the future of orthodontics? Tune in for an inspiring discussion with Dr. Farah Kar on Hype vs. Health: What Orthodontists Want You to Know About Braces vs. Clear Aligners.Moments with Marianne Radio Show airs in the Southern California area on KMET 1490AM & 98.1 FM, an ABC Talk News Radio Affiliate! Listen live at: https://www.kmet1490am.com/Dr. Farah Kar has nearly a decade of experience providing exceptional orthodontic care in Marietta and Atlanta. She is double board-certified in the U.S. and Canada and recognized as one of the top Invisalign providers in the Southeast. Dr. Kar has advanced training in craniofacial orthodontics, treating patients with severe skeletal discrepancies and special needs, and frequently lectures on Invisalign. Her unique background combines a fine arts degree and a master's in project management from Georgia Tech, giving her a creative approach to orthodontics. invisalign.com/find-a-doctorFor more show information visit: https://www.mariannepestana.com/
Zdaj, ko smo zakonsko odzaščitili Rome, je čas, da se posvetimo zakonski zaščiti živali. Živali so zakonsko izjemno regulirane … Najbolj so regulirane tiste, ki jih imamo za kosilo, potem medvedi, na tretjem mestu pa morajo biti psi. O pasjih zakonih torej in o zmedi, ki jo prinašajo. Najprej smo dobili zakonsko regulacijo psov na povodcih. Oziroma je ta obstajala že od nekdaj, a globe so se dramatično zvišale. Pes brez povodca bo lastnika poslej stal premoženje. Te dni pa dobivamo še zakonsko regulativo znotraj zakonodaje proti mučenju živali, ki z globo kaznuje lastnike, ki pse privezujejo za verige in ostale vrvice. Najprej in na začetku. Jasno, da je vsak razumni proti prosto tekajočim psom in proti psom na verigah: ampak na načelni ravni je za vse tiste, ki se v pasji svet ne poglabljajo preveč, kar nekaj zmede. Torej na povodec da, na verigo ne? A zmeda traja le tako dolgo, dokler ne prebijemo prvega aksioma pasje sodobnosti. Psi so namreč dvojni. Tisti podeželski in tisti urbani. Zakon pa, kot vsi zakoni, useka počez. Hočemo povedati, da pes, ki na deželi teka za traktorjem, ni enako, kot zverina, ki prosto teka po Čopovi; kot tudi nikomur ne pade na pamet, da bi pred Schellenburškimi dvori razpel jeklenico, nanjo pa zavezal psa, kot to počnejo na kmetijah slovenskega podeželja. Se pravi; kar je za psa na deželi dokaj normalno, se pravi, da se giblje prosto, kot od matere rojen, je za psa v mestu prekršek, ki bo lastnika stal plačo. In obratno. Kar je za psa na deželi normalno pasje življenje, namreč da je čez dan odvezan, ponoči pa privezan čuva kmetijo pred lopovi, je za psa v mestu nezaslišan eksces. Ampak to je le načelni del zgodbe. Potem moramo h globam. Te so namreč prav drakonske in če k odvezanim in privezanim globam prištejemo še globe za pasje kakanje, oziroma za nepobiranje pasjih iztrebkov, kar je nujno v mestu in butasto na deželi, pridemo do spoznanja, da vas pobalinski pes lahko stane celo premoženje, saj smo za pse odgovorni lastniki. Kot smo starši odgovorni za otroke, ampak težko, da bi nas oblasti kaznovale s toliko globami, če bi od časa do časa pretirano razigranega najstnika privezali na verigo. Zdaj pa k resni analizi. Težava je seveda v tem, da so kapitalisti takoj našli nevralgično točko človekovega odnosa do psa, ki je seveda sodobna praksa, po kateri je posedovati psa bolj praktično kot vzgajati pamža. Je pa postalo oboje približno enako drago. Kakovostna pasja hrana stane več kot človeška hrana, ker psi za zdaj še nimajo zdravstvenega zavarovanja, obisk pri veterinarju velja enako kot bela plomba, pasje trgovine se le po anatomsko različnih krojih ločijo od človeške konfekcije. Šolanje psa velja podobno kot šolanje prvošolčka, prav tako pasja nega, pasja vzreja, pasji kriminal, pasji hoteli in pasja potovanja. Skratka; pes ni več človekov najboljši prijatelj, počasi postaja edini prijatelj in ob kapitalistih so to pogruntali tudi zakonodajalci. Zato so začeli pisati pasje zakone, kjer pa so zakoni, so tudi globe. Psi, sploh tisti preveč privezani in tisti povsem odvezani, sploh pa tisti, ki kakajo, so nevarni … Čeprav za zdravje Slovencev mnogo manj nevarni kot čebele, ose in sršeni, katerih zakonska regulacija pa močno šepa. Kot tudi kaznovalna politika. Gremo k morebitnim rešitvam … Najprej na urbana področja. V Ljubljani, kjer se pišejo pasji zakoni, imajo 26 tisoč psov, ki se statistično brezčutno ponečedijo vsaj enkrat dnevno. Tako dobimo ogromno število pasjih odpadkov, kar postaja problem, ker so pasji iztrebki, za razliko od recimo govejih, precej toksični. Ne predlagamo sicer, da bi po mestu hodile krave, ampak če nemudoma ne odstranite pasjega iztrebka, kar je za zunanjega opazovalca še vedno eden najbolj bizarnih postopkov, v katerega se je prostovoljno zapletla civilizacija, vas to lahko stane do 100 evrov. Ob tem pa boste tudi ogrozili javno zdravje, saj se lahko bakterije v pasjem iztrebku razširijo po okolju. To pa še ni vse. Če se psič ponečedi na zasebnem zemljišču – še vedno smo v Ljubljani – in kot lastnik ne poberete iztrebka, ima lastnik parcele pravico poklicati policijo, ki sproži postopek zaradi nedostojnega, oziroma žaljivega vedenja. Načelno gledano, se je žaljivo vedel pes, nasrkali boste pa vi … Misel, da greste na sprehod, ob tem pa potencialno užalite polovico zasebno razparceliranega mesta, je nekoliko komična, če v sebi ne bi nosila zrna soli … Zakonodajalec od vas zahteva popoln nadzor nad psom. Od povodcev, do pobiranja kakcev, do preprečitev žaljenja, do preprečitve privezovanja … Lastništvo psa zahteva po črki zakona nad živaljo absoluten nadzor in našo absolutno odgovornost, kadar tega ni. Vendar … Kaj je potemtakem ostalo od prijateljstva? Najboljšemu prijatelju ne dovolimo niti sekunde svobode, niti trohice svobodne volje, ne dovolimo mu niti deset odstotkov tega, za kar ga je naredila evolucija, ali pa čemu ga je Noe vzel na barko. Odvisno, na kateri strani pasjega stvarjenja pač stojite. Vzeli smo mu pasjo naravo, prijateljstvo pa spremenili v praktično suženjstvo. In da se razumemo; pes, ki se onečedi na zasebno parcelo, je resničen problem, ker je zasebna parcela majhna, ker je mesto majhno, ker je zelenih površin malo, potencialnih iztrebkov pa 9,5 milijona komadov letno. Kar bi zakonodaja morala narediti – seveda pa ga ni junaka, ki bi si kaj takšnega upal niti predlagati ne – je, da bi po vzoru socialne službe komisije preverile, ali lastnik izpolnjuje pogoje za imeti psa. Najprej psihološke; ker za zapiranje psov v kletke in za vse življenje na verige, kot so primeri, proti katerim se poskuša boriti zakonodaja, moraš biti primerno ubrisan … Nato pa tudi, ali je zadoščeno bivalnim pogojem za lastništvo psa, kar, po zdravi presoji, odpiše vse pse v stanovanjskih blokih. Ker pa so psi v dvigalih in na poročnih fotografijah postali nova normalnost, ki jo živi tudi oziroma predvsem slovenska politično-ekonomska-družbena elita, je normalizacija odnosa med psom in človekom v bližnji prihodnosti nemogoča.
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Þrátt fyrir að í vopnahléssamkomulaginu sé kveðið á um óhindrað streymi lífsnauðsynlegra hjálpargagna inn á Gaza, þar á meðal grundvallarnæringar fyrir börn sem soltið hafa heilu hungri mánuðum saman, þá er raunveruleikinn annar, segir Birna Þórarinsdóttir framkvæmdastjóri Unicef á Íslandi sem er nýkomin frá Palestínu. Um 100 starfsmenn hjá fimm stærstu sveitarfélögum á höfuðborgarsvæðinu hafa verið áminntir fyrir brot í starfi og 20 hefur verið sagt upp að undangenginni áminningu. frá 2022. Nær 18.000 starfa hjá sveitarfélögunum. Undanfarna mánuði hafa á sjöunda tug manna fallið í árásum bandaríska hersins á báta í Karíba- og Kyrrahafi undan ströndum Mexikó, síðast þrír um helgina. Hernaðarviðbúnaður Bandaríkjanna í og við Karíbahaf hefur stóraukist undanfarna mánuði og hefur aldrei verið meiri, Bandaríkjaforseti talar um stríð við eiturlyfjasmyglara en greinendur telja margir að olía sé rótin.
Kar raha tha gham-e-jahan ka hisaab,Aaj tum yaad bayhisaab aayai.There will never be another Mehdi Hasan.#78years78heroes
Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Autumn's Verdict: A Student's Leap into Justice Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-10-16-07-38-20-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A levelek aranysárgán hullottak a földre, ahogy Bálint siettette lépteit a Szentendrei úton.En: The leaves fell to the ground in a golden-yellow flurry as Bálint quickened his pace on Szentendrei Road.Hu: Az ősz már régen beköltözött Budapestre, és Bálint szíve gyorsabban vert, mint ahogy a hideg szél fújt a Duna felett.En: Autumn had long settled into Budapest, and Bálint's heart was beating faster than the cold wind blowing over the Danube.Hu: A fejében csak a tegnapi események jártak.En: In his mind, only the events of yesterday lingered.Hu: A lopás, amit látott, még mindig élénken élt az emlékezetében.En: The theft he witnessed still vividly lived in his memory.Hu: Bálint csendes egyetemista volt, aki a Kriminológia Kar tanulója.En: Bálint was a quiet university student studying at the Department of Criminology.Hu: Mindig is érdekelte a törvények világa, de gyakran elbizonytalanodott a saját erkölcsi ítélőképességével kapcsolatban.En: He had always been interested in the world of law, but often doubted his own moral judgment.Hu: De most döntött: bemegy a rendőrségre, hogy jelentse a lopást.En: But now he decided: he would go to the police to report the theft.Hu: Ugyanakkor erős kételyek gyötörték.En: Yet strong doubts tormented him.Hu: Mi van, ha nem hisznek neki?En: What if they don't believe him?Hu: Mégiscsak fiatal, talán gyereknek nézik.En: After all, he's young, they might see him as a child.Hu: Mielőtt belépett volna a rendőrség elegáns épületébe, megállt egy pillanatra.En: Before entering the elegant building of the police station, he paused for a moment.Hu: Az utcán halloween jelmezekben lévő emberek nevetése hallatszott, mintha semmi sem zavarná őket a világban.En: The laughter of people in Halloween costumes echoed on the street, as if nothing disturbed them in the world.Hu: Bálint sóhajtott, majd folytatta útját a rendőrség nyüzsgő bejárata felé.En: Bálint sighed, then continued his journey towards the bustling entrance of the police station.Hu: A régi épület falai között modern eszközök zümmögése vegyült a kávéillatú levegővel.En: Within the walls of the old building, the buzz of modern equipment mingled with the coffee-scented air.Hu: Bálint próbált mindenre felkészülni.En: Bálint tried to prepare for everything.Hu: Tudta, hogy a sztorijának hihetőnek kell lennie.En: He knew his story had to be credible.Hu: Mielőtt belépett, összegyűjtött néhány bizonyítékot: egy fényképet, amit véletlenül készített, és egy hangfelvételt, amit titokban rögzített.En: Before entering, he gathered some evidence: a photo he took accidentally and a voice recording he secretly made.Hu: Így állt a rendőrségi fogadóhelység közepén, kezében a bizonyítékokkal.En: Thus, he stood in the middle of the police reception area, evidence in hand.Hu: "Gábor nevű férfit keresek!" - kiáltotta magabiztosan.En: "I'm looking for a man named Gábor!" he shouted confidently.Hu: Egy magas, egyenruhás tiszt azonnal felkapta a fejét és odament hozzá.En: A tall, uniformed officer immediately perked up and came over to him.Hu: Janka volt az, egy tapasztalt nyomozó, aki figyelmesen hallgatta Bálintot.En: It was Janka, an experienced detective who listened attentively to Bálint.Hu: "Jól van, fiatalember," mondta Janka, mielőtt Bálint kinyitotta volna a száját.En: "All right, young man," said Janka, before Bálint even opened his mouth.Hu: "Mutasd, mid van!"En: "Show me what you've got!"Hu: A kezdeti találkozás során Bálint meglepődött a fogadtatás profizmusán.En: During the initial encounter, Bálint was surprised by the professionalism of the reception.Hu: A bizonyítékok átnézése és Bálint részletező beszámolója után Janka megnyugtatta őt.En: After reviewing the evidence and listening to Bálint's detailed account, Janka reassured him.Hu: "Köszönöm, hogy bátorságot merítettél, Bálint.En: "Thank you for having the courage, Bálint.Hu: Az információd nagy segítséget jelent." Ez bizakodással töltötte el Bálintot.En: Your information is a great help." This filled Bálint with reassurance.Hu: A rendőrök gyorsan cselekedtek.En: The police acted quickly.Hu: Nemsokára be is kísérték a tolvajt, akit Bálint felismerni vélt a fényképéről.En: Soon they escorted the thief, whom Bálint thought he recognized from his photograph.Hu: Gábor, a becsületes és türelmes, a kihallgató teremben várta a gyanúsítottat.En: Gábor, honest and patient, awaited the suspect in the interrogation room.Hu: Bálint még sosem került ilyen közel a büntető igazságszolgáltatás világához, és bár sok kétség merült fel benne, tudta, hogy helyesen cselekszik.En: Bálint had never been this close to the world of criminal justice before, and although many doubts arose within him, he knew he was doing the right thing.Hu: Késő este volt már, amikor Bálint kilépett a rendőrségről.En: It was already late in the evening when Bálint left the police station.Hu: A levegő hűvöse ellenére egyfajta melegség töltötte el.En: Despite the coolness of the air, he felt a kind of warmth.Hu: Biztos volt benne, hogy a megfelelő döntést hozta, és ettől a naptól kezdve bátran folytatta tanulmányait.En: He was sure he had made the right decision, and from this day forward, he pursued his studies with confidence.Hu: Tudta, hogy meg fogja találni a saját útját, és ma este már nem volt kétsége afelől, hogy a jövője a törvény szolgálatában van.En: He knew he would find his own path, and tonight he had no doubt that his future lay in the service of the law.Hu: Az utcai zsongásban, ahol a Halloween bulikból hazatérő emberek nevetése hangzott, Bálint lassan ballagott haza, felkészülve arra, hogy bár az erkölcsi dilemmái nem oldódtak meg teljesen, mégis egy fontos lépést tett előre.En: Amidst the street bustle, where the laughter of people returning from Halloween parties could be heard, Bálint slowly strolled home, prepared that, although his moral dilemmas hadn't completely resolved, he had still taken an important step forward.Hu: A jövő most már tisztábban látszott előtte.En: The future now appeared clearer to him. Vocabulary Words:quickened: siettettesettled: beköltözöttlinger: jártaktheft: lopástormented: gyötörtékelegant: elegánsechoed: hallatszottbustling: nyüzsgőmingled: vegyültreception: fogadóhelységcredible: hihetőnekevidence: bizonyítékaccidentally: véletlenülconfidently: magabiztosanperked up: felkaptaattentively: figyelmesenprofessionalism: profizmusánreassured: megnyugtattacourage: bátorságotescorted: bekísértékinterrogation room: kihallgató teremsuspect: gyanúsítottcriminal justice: büntető igazságszolgáltatáspursued: folytattadilemma: dilemmadoubts: kétségekstrolled: ballagottresolved: megoldódtakpath: útjátwarmth: melegség
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