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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 2 The Start of Something New Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Grierson finally sat forward, meeting me energy-to-energy as he kept my gaze locked in. "And yet, here we are, Mr. Black. We can either come up with a deal, or I swear to Christ and all the Saints that the government will seize this land for eminent domain under the emergency provisions of the pandemic and you won't be able to do a fucking thing about it." "Sell, or die," I said. "So you can build a 'resettlement camp?' Jesus Christ, yourself. If you know so much about my family history, you know building a fucking 'camp' of any sort on this land would be the absolute last thing I would bend over for." "I didn't say 'camp.'" Grierson said. "No matter what your Native, and Japanese, forebears had to go through, listen to me; this is the farthest thing from that." I was 1/32nd native from my father's side and 1/16th Japanese from my mother's side. Again, not the hardest thing to dig up, but while I had the black hair of both those ancestries, I mostly just looked like a tall white guy with a pretty generic last name. No one ever assumed I was anything else in passing. "What does that even mean?" Erica asked. "It means we aren't building concentration camps," Grierson said, glancing over at her. "We aren't building a reservation, or an internment camp, or any of the other shitty things our and other governments have done to people." He looked back at me again. "We're going to develop this land into a neighborhood. The God damned fanciest kind of gated community you can think of. Big houses, big properties, for people who do or did important work to settle in safety and stability as we try to survive this shit show virus." "None of this answers why," I said. "Why should I agree to this? Why shouldn't I make it so fucking annoying that you go find a different patch of land and leave me alone?" Grierson frowned, though I had the feeling he'd been planning this from the start. He wanted me to work to peel back the layers of information, to earn the answers because that would make me believe them more. It would tick off boxes in my psychology and experience. The fucking problem was even though I knew he was doing it, it was also working. "Because you'd be saving lives," Grierson answered. "Our pilot development down in California is called New Eden; the place is only two-thirds built to starting specs, and we're already out of room on the next five phases of development once it's opened. Now it's my job to set up the next locations and get them rolling because our current projections are that within the next six months, the death toll is only going to skyrocket. We can't even get a grasp on what the numbers might reasonably be because the range is so fucking staggering. Millions is the easy number, Mr. Black." It was my turn to say it. "Fuck." "Now, you're not going to hear that on the TV," Walters said. "You won't hear it from the CDC, or the other health agencies. The only reason we are cleared to tell you this is because folks in our circles have developed the preference to work with reasonable people when they are useful. And also, who would fucking believe you?" "Here's our offer," Grierson said, pulling out a slip of folded paper from inside his suit jacket and putting it on the coffee table. "That's the hard cash number we've designated for this deal. No taxes. Straight transfer from us to you. There will also be other perks, including homes inside the settlement for you and Mr. Lacoste. Things are about to get really weird in the world. Have you heard anything about the Tier system?" "Nothing," I said, but Leo spoke up. "I saw some rumors. It's supposed to be some kind of a terrifying triage, right?" he asked. "Who's the most worthy kind of shit. People started protesting, but I thought it got debunked." Grierson nodded. "Oh, we stopped the protests, but it's all too real. I won't hide it; I find the entire thing absolutely un-American. It's the kind of shit the Chinese government operates, but it is what it is." Walters drained the last of his coffee and set the mug onto the coaster on the coffee table politely. "Suffice it to say, it's a sort of social karma system. The more important you are to society, the more protections and comforts you're afforded as we roll out our limited resources on quarantine defenses. There's 5 tiers, one being the lowest and five the highest. Most of society will land in the 1's and 2's, including all three of you. This development we'll be building is mostly going to house 3's and 4's. As part of the deal, we'll place Leo at tier 3 for resettlement purposes, and you Harrison would be placed at tier 4 despite your lack of qualification in the matter." This entire conversation felt like I was running downhill trying to keep up with an avalanche. "That sounds an awful lot like a really great way to set up for corruption," I said. "A fucking caste society? Really?" "It's already done," Grierson said. "Believe me, there were a lot of in-the-know people against the idea. But it's the only idea that works in this situation. We've gamed it out to the Nth degree. Leo, your description is pretty much the best that we were able to make internally. We're triaging society to make sure it stays together and can weather this hurricane." "What would we tier at without this?" Leo asked. "Leo Lacoste," Grierson said, talking as if he were reading directly off of a portfolio even though he rattled it off without referencing anything. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Low-to-Mid career path; carpentry skills of moderate qualification. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Harrison Black," he continued. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Former military service including Military Police service, honorable discharge at the rank of MP Investigations Special Agent, no known psychological impacts. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment, null-rank career; freelance artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "To be fair, there is a big question mark on your file that we couldn't fill," Walters said. "Your honorable discharge happened mid-tour, without any reported incidents or injuries. It's surprising you haven't been called back into at least reserve service with the Emergencies Acts. A decent answer would probably bump you up to tier two." "I can't talk about it," I said. Erica snorted and rolled her eyes, and both men looked at her. "Erica," I warned her. "What?" she demanded. "They just called you 'low tier,' Harri. If you're not going to tell them then I will." "I can't talk about it," I said again. "Harrison knocked out an Air Force bigwig when he was an MP and stationed in Germany," Leo cut in. "The guy was abusing and trying to blackmail a female subordinate into sex. The only reason we know is because she tracked Harri down a few years ago and we met her in a bar in Portland." "The bigwig was politically protected and nothing happened in the end," Erica said. "At least, that's what she said. He got shuffled around, and Harrison got the boot." "I got an honorable discharge instead of a court martial for striking a very superior officer of a different branch," I said. "And part of that deal was that I not talk about it." "Well that explains some things," Grierson said. "It wouldn't change anything though. If you were doing something more useful with your life than painting little pictures, you might have made tier two or three without this offer." "Says you," Erica scoffed. "Art is useful. And important!" Grierson pursed his lips slightly. "Erica Lacoste. Not an official resident of the property, but I know enough. Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Negatives: Criminal record, including battery, two counts of public drunkenness, and public urination. No community investment. Null rank career; tattoo artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Hey, fuck you too," Erica said, and pointed her middle finger at Grierson, along with a scowl to go with it. Honestly, none of that was surprising news about Erica for me except for the Battery charge, I definitely needed to get that story out of her. "Okay, we get it," I said, interrupting what I had a feeling was about to become a degenerating path of conversation. "You know about us. You do realize this is all a little much, right? It comes across as insane." "Of course it does," Grierson sighed. "But a year ago, only bored analysts tripping on LSD were asked to think about these kinds of situations. Now we're in it, right in the damned middle of the clusterfuck." "You should really look at the offer," Walters said, gesturing to the folded paper I hadn't looked into yet. It sat on the coffee table like an accusing finger pointed at me by my father, and his father before him. How dare I even consider this? "So it's a butt load of cash," I said, still not opening the paper. "And we get treated like what, royalty? And in exchange, I lose my family legacy." "Royalty is a stretch; you're selling us land, not curing cancer. We'll take care of you like valued members of society. You'll also get early access to the vaccine," Grierson said. "There's a vaccine?" Leo immediately asked. "Social media has been wild with rumors but,” "It's still experimental," Walters said. "And undergoing trials. But it's functioning, with some unconventional side effects. They're still doing long-term tests down in California, but we're going to start rolling it out down there any day now once the doctors are happy with the plan. That's how bad we need it, FDA bullshit be damned." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Flipside, stick. If I don't cut a deal, you'll use the might of the US government to bend me over and rip my family legacy right out of my ass." "You got it. But like I said, we prefer working with people. There's always a silver lining to making friends," Walters said. "Fuck," I said again. Then I flipped one half of the paper open and looked at the number written on the inside. There were a damn lot of zeros. "I need to call my sister," I said. "But pending her approval, I'll lease it to you. All 560 acres, for a hundred years less a day; that's what people do, right? And Leo and I get to pick where our houses are built." "That's not how this works," Walters said. "It's my counter offer," I said. "Hold on," Grierson said, raising a hand to his partner. He narrowed his eyes as he looked me over again. He was a man who made judgment calls on the fly, despite his ability to reel off memorized facts like he'd been living with them for years. I could practically see the rusty old gears turning behind his grizzled facade. "Fuck it," he finally said. "We need to survive the next six months, year, five years and decade before anyone will be worrying about next century. Make your call." "You're really doing this?" Leo asked me as I stood up and fished in my pocket for my cell. "My family has had to defend this land from everything and everyone except the federal government," I said. "Up until now, they might be the only people who haven't thought they had some claim to it. Obviously, this will all need to be in writing before I make a final agreement, but look at the news; everything they're saying makes some sort of terrible sense. And I'd rather get the carrot than a stick so far up my ass it's tickling my brain stem." I went outside to the porch to make the call to Valerie, my older sister. It was quicker than I thought it would be; Val and her husband Brad were hearing horror stories from their nursing friends in the local hospitals, and she immediately understood the position we were in. We hadn't always gotten along the best growing up, but if Val had one thing it was a practical head on her shoulders. When I came back inside, I nodded to Grierson. "Add in another house for my sister and her family, and we've got a deal." "In exchange for the Lease, and the extra house," Walters said, "We're going to need your help in identifying the landscape. I assume you know it fairly well; we'll want you to walk our surveyors through to show any odd landscape elements, seasonal issues like flood areas, that sort of thing." "Done, as long as I can point out the shit they shouldn't fuck with and they actually listen," I said. "There are some pretty big old growth trees out there that would be a fucking shame to cut down." "I understand your concerns, son," Grierson said, as he stood and offered his hand. "But believe me when I say this; we aren't looking to build any high rises or pave over the place. These developments are for people important to society for one reason or another, and that means we're making sure to give them the best we can. Landscape included." One last deep breath and I reached out and hovered my own hand near his. "In writing before it's official." "The contract will be done by this afternoon and we'll email it over. Our lawyers work on our timeline, not their own," he said and grasped my hand in his. We both had larger hands than most, but I could immediately tell he had the grip of a man made from the iron bones of a hard life. I'd like to think he felt the same in my grip, but I had a feeling he'd shaken hands with much harder and scarier people than me. "When can we get vaccinated?" Leo asked. "If we're going to be working with surveyors and shit, shouldn't we all be as safe as we can?" "We have a testing site opening up in Portland as we speak, so it can get done as soon as possible," Walters said. "Though, as I mentioned, things are a little bit unorthodox right now. Harrison and Leo, you'll need these codes. Get online this afternoon, go to the website and fill out the questionnaire. It's extremely important you are entirely truthful. Your answers will affect how your tier ranking will play out for you as we roll it out over the next few months across the west coast." He pulled out two business cards from a pocket, each with their names, an URL and a twenty-five-digit passcode, and handed them to Leo and me. "What about me?" Erica asked. "Vaccination side effects and implementation are different between men and women," Grierson said. "Just like the virus is overly affecting men, the vaccine has different effects. If you want your vaccine immediately, Miss Lacoste, you're going to need to fly with us back up to Portland and attend the information session this afternoon that some of our volunteer human guinea pigs are doing. Then, if you agree to the risks and side effects, we can have you immunized as soon as tomorrow morning." Things moved quickly after that. Erica went to pack an overnight bag and put on her 'going out into the world' gear that she usually wore for grocery trips into town; she'd be put up in a quarantine hotel while in Portland for the night before she returned the next day. Within ten minutes she was ready to go and Walters was escorting her out, and the helicopter was warming up its rotors with a whining hum in the front yard. "I'm glad you agreed to the deal," Grierson said, offering his hand to me again, which I shook. "You may not fully understand what you've agreed to yet, but when you do I expect a more enthusiastic thank you. I get that the cash wasn't the important factor with you, son. I grew up on a ranch in North Dakota, I know what family land means. This place is going to do a lot of good for people." "Are you managing the development?" I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the rising thrum of the helicopter. "Not a chance," he said. "It'll be managed by the Air Force, they've been spearheading with the CDC on all these efforts. I'm just the pre-show, but I'll be around to check in on the progress every once in a while, and do the problem solving other people can't handle." "What does that look like?" I asked. "Any way it needs to," he grinned, and I saw the look that all veteran soldiers had. An acceptance that violence could come easily into the life of a person, and that they knew how to handle it when it came. "And don't be alarmed, but we've already had a crew starting to widen your driveway down at the highway. They'll work through the night and probably make it up here by tomorrow morning." "What's the rush?" I asked. Grierson barked a laugh as he started backing away from me towards the open helicopter door. Sour-puss lady was leaning out, holding onto the door and looking like she was about to try and scold Grierson for keeping them waiting. "Kid, in two weeks' time there's going to be well over a thousand lumberjacks, construction workers, surveyors and architects up here. Government moves slow, but OGA were designed to do the opposite. Your life is about to get a little crazy, I'd strap in." I had too many questions to even start one as Grierson hopped into the dark interior of the helicopter. The door slammed, the motor whined at a higher pitch, and it leapt into the sky and started heading north. "Hey, does this questionnaire strike you as way too fucking personal?" "Hmm?" I asked. I was sitting on the front porch with my laptop open, but I hadn't even keyed in the website URL. Instead, I'd been sitting there for over an hour just looking out at the trees, wondering if I'd just betrayed six generations of my family in under thirty minutes. "These questions," Leo said, holding up his own laptop. He'd stepped out the front door and had a look of confusion plastered on his face. "It's like... sex stuff. Shit I wouldn't talk to you about, let alone the government." "What?" I asked. "Are you sure you're on the right site? It's supposed to be about the tier thing." "Yeah, I'm sure. Dot-Gov link and everything." "Fucking OGA," I grimaced. "You and that Agent dude kept saying that. What does it mean?" I sighed. "Other Government Agency. It's kind of a military meme for when someone from the CIA doesn't want to say they are from the CIA. Or, if you're into conspiracies, it's completely separate from the CIA but they're so secretive they don't even have a name." Leo just shook his head and sighed before sitting down in the other deck chair. He joined me in looking out at the forested hills that had surrounded us for the last five years. "Did I fuck everything up?" I asked him. "What? No," he said. "Well, I mean, it's hard to know. But no, I don't think so." "This is all going to go away," I said, gesturing out to the wilds that had been my childhood, and our shared backyard. "My family has been on this land for over a hundred and fifty years, and I just agreed to let the government wipe it out." "It's not like you had much of a choice, Harrison. Carrot and stick, like you said. And whether those guys were CIA or something else, they definitely seemed to have a really big fucking stick. They flew in on a damn helicopter." "Still," I said. "I feel like I'm selling out my childhood." We talked for a while, reminiscing. Leo let me tell some old family stories he'd already heard a half dozen times before. We joked about the shit we'd gotten up to, living out in our backwoods paradise. "Maybe it's time for a change," I sighed. "This was never going to last forever." "Felt like it though, didn't it?" Leo asked. "Yeah, it did." Poing! Leo's laptop, sitting forgotten, made a horrible noise. He glanced at it, "Ah, shit. I timed out. Now I gotta start all over again." He started typing away, and I finally opened my own laptop. The first thing I did was open my emails, and sitting right at the top, already marked with an 'important' star, was the email with the contract. Everything is as discussed. Print and sign, someone will be by tomorrow to collect. Make sure you fill out the questionnaire!; Walters. "Jesus," I muttered. "They really are putting a lot of emphasis on this thing." I opened up the website, starting by filling out all the basic information. Then, just like Leo said, it started to get weird. It was like filling out the most invasive and specific dating app ever. "I feel like they're going to try and 3D Print me a girlfriend," Leo laughed at one point. "Maybe it's cloning," I snickered. "That's fair. I wonder if they can clone me an Angelina Jolie?" "Gone in 60 Seconds Jolie, or Wanted Jolie?" I asked. He snorted. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith Jolie will always be my peak. Or Tomb Raider." "Ugh," I scoffed. We went back and forth like that, laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and suggestions. The list of kinks we were attracted to, or turned off by was immense. We had to help each other even figure out what some of them were. I found myself ticking off some that surprised me because I'd never considered them before but they sounded hot. Other stuff I down voted hard, and I couldn't believe someone would ever admit to the government that they were into them. Hell, one of the suggested kinks was the government. Who the fuck got hot under the collar about bureaucracy and paperwork? I mean, I guess someone would, somewhere, or it wouldn't have been on the list. "What did you put for that last one?" Leo asked me as I was closing my laptop. "The relationship style scale?" I asked. "Yeah. I put a full 10, polyamory all the way. How hot would it be to be some sheikh with a harem of ladies?" "I went for a 6," I said. "I'm not going to turn down a threesome or anything if that's what my girl wants, but I'm also not into the idea of sharing with another boner." Leo shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, my dude. The Agents did say the world is changing. Maybe the norm will be great big orgies next year, and we'll all be smashing like it's our jobs." I snorted and smirked. "Yeah, sure. Society threatens to collapse and we all devolve into Eyes Wide Shut perverts." "One can dream," Leo laughed. We spent the evening starting to pack. It was tough, since we weren't really sure what the actual plan was. The contract fully outlined that we'd be getting new residences in the development, which was being called 'Valhalla,' but it wasn't exactly clear what the timeline was. I pushed for Leo to get packing sooner than later. My days in the military had me trained to expect 'hurry up and wait' to never mean waiting on the little guy, and right now we were definitely the little guy. We were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of machinery, and we got dressed and rode the ATVs down the driveway. The gravel trail stretched about a half mile from the highway up to the house, but we only made it around a couple of bends before we came to the lights and action. "Stop right there," someone with a megaphone called to us, and we pulled our rides to a halt and cut the engines. "Who the fuck are you?" the voice asked. "Harrison Black. You're on my,” I had to stop myself. As of that evening, I'd signed the contract. It wasn't mine anymore. "We live here," I corrected. "Oh, it's you," said the voice. One of the workers stepped forward. He had on a big, bright orange reflective vest, and had a clipboard in one hand and the megaphone in the other. "Keep working, boys!" he shouted, and the machinery ground into action again. He approached us and stopped about ten feet away, despite needing to shout to be heard over the machinery. "Sorry about the noise. We've got orders to get this road done up to your house by tomorrow." "We heard," Leo said. "How does this all work?" I asked. "Shouldn't you guys be in quarantine gear or something?" "We got tested twice over the last two days in preparation for the job," the guy said. "Everyone on the crew is clean, and we all damn well needed the work. Fastest turnaround and the highest pay I've ever seen. Still, we're supposed to keep our distance from anyone other than the team. You guys get tested?" "No," I shouted back. "But the Government guys who set this up didn't seem to care." "Yeah, they did that with us, too. Acted like they were immune. Hell, maybe they are," the worker said. "You hear about what that idiot in the White House said yesterday?" We traded some stories we'd heard. It was strange, usually Leo and I were pretty private with strangers, but after so long in isolation with just each other and Erica, and the fucking weird encounter with the Agents, it was nice to just shoot the shit with someone new and normal. Even if it was shouting over the sound of machinery. Williams was the foreman of the operation that was clearing the trees to either side of the road. Another crew was working behind them, and trucks were already dumping off heavy set gravel at the entrance to widen it into a three-lane road. By morning they expected to have all of the trees, stumps and all, ripped out and stacked up for processing, and the driveway would be graded and levelled by lunch. The speed at which the crew worked was almost frightening. They were all experienced hands and did everything safely, but it was clear that they were motivated. While we were talking, Leo and I had to back up our ATVs twice to clear space for the crew to move ahead. Eventually, we said good night to Williams and headed back up to the house. I went back to bed, wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. True to their words, by the time Leo and I woke up in the early morning, the clanging and crashing was just fifty yards from the front door. We made a couple big pots of coffee and brought it out to the guys, and one at a time they all walked over to the stump we used as a table and poured it into their thermoses while we stayed back. I had to make two more trips with more fresh coffee to cover everyone; in the dark it had been hard to tell how many people were working stretched out along the driveway. The clearing crew itself had to be thirty people, and a tired but thankful Williams said the gravel grading and levelling crew was probably just as big. "I'm sure we'll see you around," Williams called as the workers started packing up their equipment and prepping their heavier machinery for transport. "Supposed to be lots more work to do up here, yeah?" "Guess so," I called back. "Where are you guys headed now?" "They set us up in a motel about 20 minutes south. We've got guys on the crew from all over; they recruited all of us to fly out for this work, all expenses paid. Gotta tell you, it felt like hitting the lottery after sitting around in quarantine with my savings siphoning away." They left behind stacks of logs and stumps along the side of the now widened driveway area, and soon Leo and I were prepping a whole new serving of coffee as the morning wore on and the grading crew made its way up my old driveway. The guys on that crew were a little more hesitant to chat since they felt like they were running behind schedule, but they were happy enough to take the hot coffee after a whole night of work. It was around noon when one of the grading crew came up and knocked on the front door of the house. I'd been busy cleaning out the attic; one of those jobs I'd always had on my list of things to do around the property but never got around to. If there was anything up there worth saving, I hadn't found it yet, but it was worth the look. I came down to the front door covered in dust. The guy took one look at me from where he'd backed to 'social distance' and started laughing. I took one look at him, covered in gravel dust with rings of sweat from where he'd taken off his hard hat, and laughed right back. "Sir," he finally said after a minute, "We just thought you should know that the crew down at the far end of the road said someone in a green pickup truck drove by real slow a few times. The third time they pulled over and asked what was going on, but the boys down there followed orders and didn't tell him anything, so he peeled out. Just figured we'd let you know." "I appreciate that," I said, and sighed in the way that only old family history could make me sigh. Deep, long and aggravated. "And I think I know who it probably was. Thanks for letting me know." He nodded and went back to work. I didn't even think to ask what all was going on down at the end of the new road they had installed until he was already at the other end of the yard. "What's up?" Leo asked when I went to join him in the barn. "One of the crew guys said they saw a green pickup doing drive-buys." "Hah! Well, I guess that's not going to be your problem anymore, is it?" Leo laughed. I smirked. "Not legally. I'm sure I'm still going to be on Kara's shit-list and get a fucking earful though." I ended up spending the early afternoon helping Leo pack up a bunch of his woodworking equipment. The smaller stuff was fairly easy, but he needed the extra body for some of the larger presses and table-mounted saws. It felt like we'd barely made a dent when the double-honk of a car broke our concentration. We both headed around the side of the barn to find Erica getting out of the passenger seat of a black town car that had eaten a whole lot of the fresh gravel dust and now looked like someone had dusted it with flour. Sour-puss Agent Maggie was getting out of the driver's seat. "Hey, sis, how was it?" Leo asked. "Umm-Hmm," Erica said, shaking her head and holding up a finger to keep him from hugging her. "I need to talk to both of you inside." She had nervous energy going on, bouncing her weight on one leg and chewing on the corner of her lower lip. "Give me twenty; no, give me thirty minutes." "Is everything alright?" I asked. Erica was already moving quickly into the house. She'd had a look on her face like she was sick, and flushed with a fever or something. I turned to Agent Maggie. "Did something happen? She didn't catch the virus, did she?" "No," sour-puss said, that permanent sneer never breaking. "She knows everything she needs to, and needs to talk. Just do what she says." "What are you talking about?" I asked. Leo had followed Erica inside to make sure she was Okay. "Look, prick. Your little 'send her to the car' thing yesterday made me look bad, and now I'm stuck as a glorified cab driver while my boss and my partner are off to another shitty corner of the country like this one to bribe someone else into handing over their property to the government. Just fuck off inside and enjoy your new fucking world, you Mamoa-wannabe jerk." She got back in her car and slammed the door closed, then started to peel away and spin the car around before slamming the breaks and rolling down the window. "I'll be back again in a few hours with Lacosta's partner. He needs to be here waiting." "What?" I asked. She just flashed me her middle finger as she drove away. God damn woman, I sighed, watching her kick up dust and loose stones as she drove way too fast down the brand new gravel road. I shook my head and went inside. Erica was already upstairs and I could hear the shower running. Leo just shook his head and shrugged, "She wouldn't say anything. Just muttered about needing to get ready for something." "This is weird," I said. "I'm really fucking hoping this whole thing isn't going to blow up in our faces." "If it is, we might as well take it head on. Too late to do anything else," Leo said. "That's too fucking true, my friend," I said. Thirty-five minutes later Erica, dressed in a pair of her tight jeans with all the holes 'stylishly' cut into them down the legs and a black Metallica hoodie, strutted down the stairs and immediately began pacing and fidgeting with the strings of her sweater hood. She had done her full makeup, and seeing her like that was almost as shocking as the first time she'd gone without it; it had been a month since she had bothered with makeup at all, since even when she went out on grocery runs she was entirely covered up. "Sit," she demanded when we joined her in the living room, pointing me to my usual chair and Leo to the couch. He furrowed his brow as he watched his sister's nervous energy, but I wasn't sure it was because he was worried or didn't like her ordering him around. Their whole twin thing had always been more bouncing off each other than working in parallel. "Alright, alright," I said, hands up as I went to sit. "What's going on, E?" She stopped pacing and looked at both of us, transferring her energy into tapping her foot. I'd only ever seen her like this once before, right before we'd had our big group conversation about her staying indefinitely through the quarantine. Later, she'd elaborated to me a little bit more as to why she'd been so nervous; beyond the pandemic dangers, and feeling alone if she left, Erica had been chipping in for groceries with us, but that was it; the woman couldn't work during the pandemic, and tattooing hadn't exactly fueled her savings accounts. Everything all piling on at once had turned her into a nervous wreck, the opposite of her usual self. So what was doing this to her now? "Erica," Leo said, snapping her out of the train of thought she'd lost herself in staring at me. Her gaze was intense, only added to by her sexy post-punk look. It was like she'd erected a wall of armor around herself, or was taking on a persona that she'd let drop. "Right, sorry, I'm just really fucking distracted," she said. "Look, there's no way to say this easily without sounding sort of crazy at first, Okay? So I'm just going to say it, and you both need to listen cause I'm only explaining it once, alright?" Leo and I both nodded. "Alright, so the vaccine isn't just like, a shot. Well, it is for women. I got it this morning, and I'm something like 97% immune to the virus. But for men it isn't a shot. I did that information session and they showed us a bunch of research I only half-understood thanks to my AP bio classes back in high school, but I definitely got the video. The vaccine is pretty much lethal for men, and it has some weird side effects for women. They couldn't remove those aspects, so they modified it in other ways to try and adjust." "So how are we supposed to get vaccinated?" Leo asked. Erica licked her lips, and I realized she was sweating slightly. She glared at her brother, then looked at me and her eyes softened, then hardened, and I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or what. Then she glared back at her brother again. "They basically turned the vaccine into an STD, and it's the only way for men to get vaccinated. It's not permanent and needs frequent upkeep in both men and women, and it turns women fucking horny as hell if they go without for too long." "I'm sorry, what!?" Leo burst out. "And you took the shot?" "Just shut up, Leo!" Erica tried to shout him down. "I heard all the evidence, I weighed my options, and I decided this was the best thing to do. The whole tier system thing? I did the same questionnaire as you guys did, and they gave me a list of good matches. People I could go become a partner of. Like, sexually, and maybe romantically. We'd live together in quarantine, screw each other into immunity, and be that way for the foreseeable future until they fix this vaccine." "That's so fucked up," I said. "They wanted you to just shack up with someone you didn't know?" "Yeah, except someone I did know was on my list," she said. "Who?" Leo asked. "Are you moving back to Portland?" Erica turned from her brother and looked right at me. "Oh, no," Leo said. "No, no, no. You two are not becoming fuck buddies. We discussed this, Erica!" "Wait, what?" I said. "You discussed,” "Not important!" Leo shouted. "It's not important. It's not happening." "It's too late, Leo," Erica said. Then she turned to me. "At least, it is if you're into it. Look, Harrison, you can say no. I can't make you do this. What's-her-name will come back and get me, and I'll pick someone else on that list they gave me, and I'll go stay with them wherever they are. No hard feelings, you've done so much for me already that I can't even start to say thank you properly. But fuck I really want to fuck you. I've been getting off thinking about you almost exclusively for weeks, and the only reason I never asked you out in all these years is because I promised Leo back in high school I wouldn't ever date his friends." "And this is better?!" Leo squawked. "Shut up, Leo!" Erica shouted back at him. "You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Leo asked me. "You can't; Why; Come on, dude. She's my twin sister, it would be like... ugh!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. I rubbed my face with both hands and took in a deep breath before looking back at the siblings. "Alright," I said slowly. "First off, Erica, is this the vaccine talking? Just try and focus, cause this sounds an awful lot like some crazy date-rape drug and not a vaccine." "God, fuck. Why do men have to make things so hard?" she said. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages, Harrison. You being on my compatibility list at the vaccine center just made the decision fucking convenient instead of a fantasy." I turned to Leo. "Would you rather it be me, or some freak you know nothing about?" "I'd rather it be no one!" Leo said. "That's not an option anymore," Erica growled. "I've already got the shot. I'm just going to get hornier and hornier until I fucking snap, Leo. Then I'll fuck anything that fucking moves, that's the way it works. I need to bond with someone or I'll lose my goddamn mind. There are still a few days before I apparently go full-on bitch-in-heat feral, but I'm already feeling an itch all over and the only thing that I know, I know, is going to relieve that itch is cock." "Jaysus," I muttered, sitting back. Erica turned back to me, hugging herself. "Please, Harrison? Just; just tell me yes or no. Standing here without an answer is killing me, cause I don't know if I need to fight the feeling or I can give in." "I; Erica, you are absolutely gorgeous. I always assumed you weren't interested in me, or just wanted a friend. Honestly, I sort of thought you were gay with the comments you make about the women you work on in your shop. You're always talking about perky tits and firm asses and stuff like that," I said. "I'm Bi," she clarified. "And I work with people's bodies all day. I know what's hot and what's not for me, and Harri, you've fucking revved my engine since that first weekend Leo introduced us. I just want to rub my body all over,” "Erica!" Leo interrupted her. "Sorry, sorry, too much," she said. "I told you, this fucking vaccine is damn distracting right now. I need some relief here." "I'll do it," I said. "I just; this feels like the drug or whatever talking, Erica. Are you absolutely sure?" She was on me, straddling my lap and pressing her mouth to mine. Erica grabbed my head in her hands as she started forcefully making out with me, muttering 'Thank you' over and over into my lips. Her tongue pushed against mine, and then she grabbed my hands with hers and pulled them around to grab her ass. It was wonderfully firm, with a good amount of muscle that kept it looking full even if it wasn't particularly plump. "At least go get a room," Leo growled loudly. I pushed Erica back far enough that we could look each other in the eyes. Hers were bright, lucid, and silently pleading with me in a way that made her seem smaller and more vulnerable than the tough chick I'd come to know. "Let's go upstairs," I said to her. "I didn't mean literally get a room, right now," Leo said. "We need to talk this over! You made me a promise, Erica." "Shut up, Leo," Erica said. "I'll make it up to you, this isn't the end of the world. Probably. I think." She grabbed my hand, scrambled out of my lap and started pulling me up out of my chair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Leo asked. "How am I getting vaccinated?" "Whenever they find someone who actually wants to fuck you, dorkus," Erica told her brother. "That lady agent said she'd be back in a few hours with your 'partner,'" I told him as I passed by, still getting pulled by Erica towards the stairs. "I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I guess;?" "Is she hot?" Leo asked me. I was already getting pulled up the stairs. "How am I supposed to know?" I yelled down to him. It's funny how energy can rise and fall at the drop of a hat. Erica pulled me into the guest bedroom she'd been using as her bedroom, slammed the door shut and turned to me; and stopped. She bit her lip, one leg bouncing at the knee as she shifted her weight. "Second thoughts?" I asked. "No, no," Erica said, shaking her head. "Definitely not. God, fuck, no. I didn't want to get into it in front of Leo like that, but you're also just being so you that I feel like I need to explain myself more." "So tell me," I said, sitting down on the bed. Erica started pacing again but stopped after one back-and-forth. "Okay, look. What I said down there is true. I would have asked you out years ago, after that first time we met at Burleson's when Leo brought you around." "The pub around the corner from your shop? That wasn't the first time we met," I said. "I know," she replied. "That was when you were moving into Leo's apartment. We passed each other in the building lobby and I saw you glance at my tits. I thought you were just another fuckboy asshole." "Wait, I don't remember that," I said. "Why didn't you ever tell me that happened? I thought the first time was when you gave Leo the fish tattoo on his side." "That's the first time we actually spoke," Erica said. "And you had an uphill fucking battle to try and change my mind about my first impression of you. You only made it far enough that I didn't bitch about Leo bringing you to the pub a couple nights later. That was when I got to actually focus on talking to you instead of chatting while I was at work. I also remember being super fucking pissed at Leo that night, because I asked him if I could go back on our deal from high school and hook up with you, and he said no." "Okay, whoa; we could have been having sex for seven years and you held to an agreement you made in high school? What was this fucking thing, a treaty ratified by the Pope?" Erica snorted a laugh and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "No, it was stupid. And honestly, looking back, we probably would have had a lot better of a time if he and I had agreed on the opposite. But Leo was a jock, and I was a scene girl, and we made an agreement that we didn't want each other messing with our friend groups. So no dating, no crushing, no nothing if the other twin claimed them first. We wanted to guard what we had, instead of helping each other out." I huffed a soft laugh. "Sounds like teenage bullshit to me." "Yeah, well, I'll just claim twin loyalty, Okay?" Erica said. "But that's not the really fucked up thing about this. When you invited me down from the city to stay with you guys, Leo and I had a separate talk. Harrison, my brother fucking loves you. Not like in a sexual way, but you're the best friend he's ever had. Period. No doubt about it. And he may not have ever said it to you but he was really worried that I would screw up the dynamic you guys have; and now here I am doing it." Erica squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face to the ceiling. "Shit, maybe this was a bad idea after all. Fuck, he's never going to forgive me, I,” "Hey, hey," I said, standing and pulling her into a hug. Erica was a tall woman, easily 5'9 or a bit more, but I still towered over her with my 6'6". She clung to the sides of my shirt instead of hugging back, but buried her face into my chest. "I didn't know any of this, E. But we're all adults, we can handle this better than making promises we don't want to keep." "I know," she mumbled into my shirt, and slowly let go of my sides and slid her arms around until she was hugging me back. "You should know that I would have asked you out in a second if I thought you were interested," I said. "I'm still not exactly comfortable with the big picture on all of this, but this right here? I will definitely take this silver lining." "God, you make me so hot, Harrison," Erica said, and she looked up into my eyes. I kissed her as we held each other. Her considerable chest was pressing against my sternum, and as she shifted her arms up to wrap them around my neck and pull me closer to her, I lowered mine until I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans. We held that for a while, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling like we were teenagers again. God, we're both over thirty, I laughed in my head. We should be a lot bet

Podcast émission radio RIG du mercredi 25 juin 2025 "Johnny de A à Z" n°581 Rétrospective saison 2024-2025Revivez les thèmes des 32 émissions de cette saison setlist :Poing coeur - Zenith 85Mon p'tit loup - Fête de l'Huma 91Ce que tu as fait de moi - HollywoodIt' S A Long Way Home - Rough TownPas Facile (Version Promo Radio)Paul & Mick - Jamais SeulElle Reviendra - La Génération PerdueIl faut rouler - Johnny 68Non ne me dis pas Adieu - Cut - Rêve et AmourAutoportrait - Le Concert Événement À La Tour Eiffel, 2011Heartbreak hotel - 5,6,7 Europe 1 1972Waterloo - Sessions Flagrant DélitMerci - Derrière l'amourLes Moulins A Vent - Ce Que Je SaisMa gueule - Stade de France - TOUR 66 - 2009Entre nous - À La Vie À La MortSeul au beau milieu d'un lac - Palais Des Sports 2 juin 2006 RTLNanette Workman - Love takerJoe, la ville et moi - Version alternative - Country Folk Rock (mixage 2025)La Musique Que J'aime - InsolitudesEssayez - Cadet Rouselle 4 novembre 1971Elle m'oublie - Les Rendez-vous du dimanche 28 janvier 1979Le survivant - Johnny Hallyday & Vixen- Duos ImpossiblesLes larmes de gloire (2 juin) - Zenith de Toulouse 2 & 3 juin 2000Oh ! Ma jolie Sarah - Bercy 23 septembre 1995L'envie - Bercy 24 septembre 1987

Si la musique est réputée pour adoucir les mœurs, elle s'est aménagé une place de choix dans les relations politiques. Dans l'apparat diplomatique, dans les manifestations, sur les champs de bataille, échangée sous le manteau, la musique est un soft power de choix dans les échanges les plus protocolaires, dans la clandestinité, à l'ombre des régimes autoritaires ou encore sur les champs de bataille. Quand la musique se fait politique, elle nous propose une bande originale de la contestation, de la célébration, de la brutalisation, dans le concert des nations. La musique peut-elle servir à projeter la puissance d'un état, influencer la perception qu'on en a, à l'étranger comme à l'intérieur ? Peut-elle promouvoir la réconciliation, voire réchauffer les cœurs pour trouver la paix ? Peut-on contrôler l'effet qu'elle a cette musique sur les consciences et les esprits ? Ces questions, les diplomates et les dictateurs se les posent depuis des siècles. Avec Anaïs Fléchet, professeure d'histoire contemporaine à Sciences-Po Strasbourg. Une série d'Etienne Duval, réalisée par Jean-Philippe Zwahlen et produite par Anaïs Kien.

Des campus américains contre la guerre du Vietnam dans les années 1960 aux chansonniers anarchistes, jusqu'aux airs entêtants scandés en manifestant, la chanson contestataire ne connait pas de frontières. Dans l'espace francophone, cet art a la belle vie mais depuis quand la critique ou la franche opposition politique s'exprime-t-elle de cette façon en musique ? Réponse avec Cécile Prévost-Thomas, maîtresse de conférence en sociologie et en musicologie à l'Université Sorbonne-Nouvelle. Une série d'Etienne Duval, réalisée par Jean-Philippe Zwahlen et produite par Anaïs Kien.

La musique a longtemps servi et sert encore aujourd'hui différencier les deux communautés qui se partagent l'Irlande du Nord britannique. D'une part les Protestants, qui sont majoritairement pour le maintien de l'Union avec la Grande Bretagne : on les dénomme aussi "Unionistes" ou encore, pour les plus radicaux "Loyalistes". De l'autre, les Catholiques, largement favorables à la réunification avec la République d'Irlande, qu'on appelle pour cette raison "Nationalistes", ou, lorsqu'ils ou elles sont partisans du Sinn Fein et de l'IRA, "les Républicains". Ces divisions, qui remontent à plusieurs siècles, sont encore visibles et très audibles aujourd'hui. Avec Gordon Ramsey et Stephen Millar, anthropologues à l'université Queen's de Belfast. Une série d'Etienne Duval, réalisée par Jean-Philippe Zwahlen et produite par Anaïs Kien.

Quand la diplomatie a échoué à séduire, à apaiser ou à trouver une porte de sortie, la musique se déplace sur le terrain des combats. Et s'affronter, à partir du IVème siècle avant notre ère, les Gaulois et les Romains l'ont très souvent fait. Chaque armée avait des sonneurs de trompes ou de trompettes. Le Carnyx, la trompe utilisée par les Celtes, était particulièrement redoutée sur le champ de bataille. Christophe Vendries est professeur d'histoire romaine à l'Université de Rennes II. Il est spécialiste de la musique de cette époque et nous raconte ce curieux objet sonore. Une série d'Etienne Duval, réalisée par Jean-Philippe Zwahlen et produite par Anaïs Kien.

La cornemuse existe bien avant de devenir un symbole de l'Ecosse. Même si aujourd'hui on aurait bien du mal à la dissocier du kilt et du tartan. Les Anglais la redoutaient lorsqu'ils se trouvaient confrontés aux clans des Highlands au point de la déclarer officiellement comme un instrument de guerre. Elle a fini par intégrer l'armée britannique, ce qui lui a permis de se faire entendre aux quatre coins du monde. Gary West, lui même joueur de cornemuse et ancien professeur au centre d'études celtes et écossaises de l'université d'Édimbourg nous raconte l'histoire de cet instrument emblématique. Une série d'Etienne Duval, réalisée par Jean-Philippe Zwahlen et produite par Anaïs Kien.

Deze aflevering is Maurice Steenbergen te gast bij Korneel en Remco. Maurice is de maker van de hit ‘POING'. We gaan terug naar zijn kamertje in zijn ouderlijk huis waar het allemaal begon. We hebben het over zijn jeugd, over zijn muzikale ontdekkingsreis en de persoonlijke ontwikkeling die Maurice heeft doorgemaakt. En natuurlijk praten we over alle avonturen die hij met de Rotterdam Termination Source heeft meegemaakt en over het ontstaan van de hardcore-klassieker ‘Poing'.  En over klassiekers gesproken: deze podcast zit vol boeiende verhalen over Rotterdam Records, de relatie met Paul Elstak, zijn vriendschap met Lenny Dee, een contract met de Prodigy, de impact van Joey Beltram op de housescene en nog veel meer.  Hij heeft het niet altijd makkelijk gehad en dat heeft zijn sporen nagelaten. In dit gesprek hoor je alles, het verhaal van A tot Z. De laatste aflevering voor de zomerstop. Een extra-lange. Nummer 40!   

Rencontre avec Frédéric Rébéna pour son roman graphique "Vipères au poing" paru aux éditions "Rue de Sèvres". Jean Rezeau, dit Brasse-Bouillon, vit avec ses frères auprès d'une mère odieuse et acerbe qu'ils surnomment Folcoche. En grande partie autobiographique, le roman d'Hervé Bazin fut plusieurs fois adapté au cinéma. 'Frédéric Rébéna s'empare aujourd'hui de cette oeuvre transgénérationnelle pour une première interprétation pleine de sensibilité en bande dessinée...' Merci pour votre écoute N'hésistez pas à vous abonner également aux podcasts des séquences phares de Matin Première: L'Invité Politique : https://audmns.com/LNCogwPL'édito politique « Les Coulisses du Pouvoir » : https://audmns.com/vXWPcqxL'humour de Matin Première : https://audmns.com/tbdbwoQRetrouvez tous les contenus de la RTBF sur notre plateforme Auvio.be Retrouvez également notre offre info ci-dessous : Le Monde en Direct : https://audmns.com/TkxEWMELes Clés : https://audmns.com/DvbCVrHLe Tournant : https://audmns.com/moqIRoC5 Minutes pour Comprendre : https://audmns.com/dHiHssrEt si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Dans ce premier roman, l'autrice Dounia Hadni raconte les injonctions contradictoires auxquelles elle a été confrontée.  Comment trouver sa place dans la société, quand on est tiraillé entre deux cultures ? La « Hchouma » en arabe, ça veut dire « la honte ».  Mais pas que, c'est un peu plus compliqué. C'est un mot arabe, polysémique qui peut évoquer «la pudeur» «la peur du regard de l'autre».Le livre s'ouvre sur la mort du grand-père de Silia, jeune fille marocaine et héroïne du livre. À première vue, elle semble vivre dans une famille progressiste, mais on comprend que cette liberté a des limites. Trop française pour les uns, trop marocaine pour les autres. Trop pudique ici, trop maquillée là, Dounia Hadni écrit ce premier roman à consonance fortement autobiographique dans lequel elle raconte tous des diktats systémiques, qu'elle a dû affronter visant à faire d'elle tantôt une «bonne Marocaine», tantôt une «vraie Parisienne».  En gros, la Hchouma, ça nous conditionne à tout faire pour faire plaisir à l'autre, à autrui, Quel que soit cet autrui, quelles que soient ses attentes. Et ça pose des questions, notamment du côté du consentement, car on ne nous apprend pas à dire non.L'autrice dénonce également l'hypocrisie bourgeoise élitiste dans laquelle l'apparence compte plus que tout.Invitée : Dounia Hadni, écrivain et journaliste. Elle anime, par ailleurs, des ateliers d'écriture à La Maison Perchée.  Elle est née en 1989 au Maroc qu'elle quitte à 18 ans pour Paris où elle intègre une classe préparatoire littéraire avant de suivre des études dans une école de journalisme. En 2016, elle rejoint la rédaction du quotidien français Libération en tant que journaliste au service web. Depuis 2021, elle se consacre entièrement à l'écriture.Son premier roman « La Hchouma » est paru chez Albin Michel.  À lire également : Les identités meurtrières de l'auteur Amin Maalouf. Et retrouvez la chronique de Lucie Bouteloup «Façon de parler». Cette semaine, elle vous propose une petite leçon de franbanais autour d'un café avec Mia, Jad et Nayla. Programmation musicale : L'artiste Lous and the yakuza, avec le titre Good to know.

Dans ce premier roman, l'autrice Dounia Hadni raconte les injonctions contradictoires auxquelles elle a été confrontée.  Comment trouver sa place dans la société, quand on est tiraillé entre deux cultures ? La « Hchouma » en arabe, ça veut dire « la honte ».  Mais pas que, c'est un peu plus compliqué. C'est un mot arabe, polysémique qui peut évoquer «la pudeur» «la peur du regard de l'autre».Le livre s'ouvre sur la mort du grand-père de Silia, jeune fille marocaine et héroïne du livre. À première vue, elle semble vivre dans une famille progressiste, mais on comprend que cette liberté a des limites. Trop française pour les uns, trop marocaine pour les autres. Trop pudique ici, trop maquillée là, Dounia Hadni écrit ce premier roman à consonance fortement autobiographique dans lequel elle raconte tous des diktats systémiques, qu'elle a dû affronter visant à faire d'elle tantôt une «bonne Marocaine», tantôt une «vraie Parisienne».  En gros, la Hchouma, ça nous conditionne à tout faire pour faire plaisir à l'autre, à autrui, Quel que soit cet autrui, quelles que soient ses attentes. Et ça pose des questions, notamment du côté du consentement, car on ne nous apprend pas à dire non.L'autrice dénonce également l'hypocrisie bourgeoise élitiste dans laquelle l'apparence compte plus que tout.Invitée : Dounia Hadni, écrivain et journaliste. Elle anime, par ailleurs, des ateliers d'écriture à La Maison Perchée.  Elle est née en 1989 au Maroc qu'elle quitte à 18 ans pour Paris où elle intègre une classe préparatoire littéraire avant de suivre des études dans une école de journalisme. En 2016, elle rejoint la rédaction du quotidien français Libération en tant que journaliste au service web. Depuis 2021, elle se consacre entièrement à l'écriture.Son premier roman « La Hchouma » est paru chez Albin Michel.  À lire également : Les identités meurtrières de l'auteur Amin Maalouf. Et retrouvez la chronique de Lucie Bouteloup «Façon de parler». Cette semaine, elle vous propose une petite leçon de franbanais autour d'un café avec Mia, Jad et Nayla. Programmation musicale : L'artiste Lous and the yakuza, avec le titre Good to know.

Alors que nos aventuriers membres de la compagnie du Poing d'Argent tentent d'aller plus profondément dans la forêt de Davokar, ils feront la rencontre d'un personnage singulier qui leur confiera une quête inattendue. Que feront nos aventuriers avec cette nouvelle option?Allons donc rejoindre nos émissaires de la Reine Korinthia, soit:le Magistrat d'Ordo Magica Beremo Grandvent (joué par Jean-Philippe Décarie-Mathieu);le barbare-rôdeur de Davokar Rikards (joué par Ian Richards);l'ogre duelliste simplet Daemon Myirr (joué par Martin Durette);le sorcier mort-vivant Chovek (joué par Jonathan Papin)Votre maître de jeu est Benoît Gagnon.Bonne partie!

Adolescence, c'est LA série du moment, celle dont on dit qu'elle est de salubrité publique. Mais que raconte-t-elle de notre société et de notre jeunesse ? On en parle avec Julien Gilles. A voir sur Netflix Merci pour votre écoute Tendances Première, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 10h à 11h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Tendances Première sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/11090 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Immobilien – Lieblingsthema oder Reizthema? Für Florian Freytag-Gross gilt beides. Als CEO der DAHLER COMPANY GmbH ist er mittendrin in der Immobilienbranche und analysiert hier im Podcast die Entwicklung zwischen Emotionen und Fakten.Seine harte Prognose: „In den nächsten Jahrzehnten wird noch mehr Wohnraum fehlen.“ Allerdings nennt Freytag-Gross vier zentrale Stellschrauben, wie Politik und Verwaltung diese Entwicklung abmildern könnten:Bauen muss unbürokratisch, schnell und rentabel werden. Das bedeutet: weniger Auflagen und zuverlässige (!) Förderungen.Die Grunderwerbssteuer muss runter, um die Nebenkosten beim Immobilienkauf zu reduzieren – vor allem für untere und mittlere Einkommen.Die Stadtplanung muss reformiert werden, um die Lebensqualität zu sichern. Natur und Umwelt sind zentral für attraktive Immobilien.Städte und Gemeinden müssen ihre Infrastruktur erhalten bzw. verbessern. Gerade junge Familien suchen oft abhängig davon, wo es ausreichend Kitas, Kindergärten, Schulen und Freizeitangebote gibt.Gleichzeitig spricht Freytag-Gross mit voller Leidenschaft über gelungene Beispiele der Stadt-Land-Integration – und nennt sechs Paradebeispiele für das Zusammenspiel von Metropolen und urbanem Umland:München: Seit Jahrzehnten ziehen die Menschen immer weiter raus. Gemeinden, die früher als „viel zu weit weg“ galten (Poing, Freising, Rosenheim etc.), sind jetzt dank Bahn- und S-Bahnverbindung auch für Pendler interessant.Frankfurt: Der Taunus ist ein typisches Beispiel dafür, wie naturnah und stadtnah gleichzeitig gelingt. Die vielen Kleinstädte haben eine hervorragende Infrastruktur und die Anbindung zum Flughafen.Hamburg: Dank Regionalbahnen und Flughafen ist die ganze Region um Schleswig-Holstein gut an die Hansestadt angebunden. Gemeinden wie Norderstedt und Elmshorn wachsen.Zürich: Stadt und Umland der Schweizer Metropole verschmelzen immer mehr – rund 150 Gemeinden gehören mittlerweile zur „Agglomeration Zürich“. Berlin: Der Zuzug hält an, das Umland profitiert. Rund um Berlin entwickeln sich zunehmend Ortskerne mit eigener Infrastruktur.  Ruhrgebiet: Der Klassiker für die Symbiose aus Metropole und Umland. Im Ruhrgebiet verschmelzen viele größere Städte und kleine Orte. Es entsteht: ein riesiges Gebiet mit „guter Lage“.Klar ist für Freytag-Gross: „Immobilien sind ein sehr emotionales Thema“ – und ein politisches, ein wirtschaftliches, ein soziales. Deshalb müssen Politik und Verwaltung die Hürden senken, um den Anstieg der Mietpreise zu senken sowie Bauen und Kaufen wieder attraktiver zu machen.Weitere Links zur Folge:Mein Gast Florian Freytag-Gross auf LinkedIn.Vernetzen Sie sich mit mir auf ⁠⁠LinkedIn⁠⁠.Sie haben Vorschläge für einen Gast, Fragen oder Feedback? Dann schreiben Sie an ⁠⁠podcast@stadtmanufaktur.com⁠⁠.CITYMAKING – So wollen wir in Städten leben wird präsentiert von der ⁠⁠Stadtmanufaktur⁠⁠.

Le réalisateur Pinhas Veuillet parle de son film "לא יום ולא לילה" (Ni jour ni nuit), qui explore le racisme envers les Baal Techouva et les Séfarades dans le monde ultra-orthodoxe. Un sujet rarement abordé, qui mérite toute notre attention. ▶️ Écoutez notre entretien et suivez-nous pour découvrir d'autres témoignages essentiels !See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If John Lennon wrote this song today it'd be called "Twerking Ass Hero." Covers by: Marianne Faithfull, Tin Machine, The King, Noir Désir, Maja S.K. Ratkje and Poing, Mancho and Ryan Behling Tidal playlist here

durée : 01:31:27 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Dans "René Vautier, caméra au poing" que Xavier Baert consacre au cinéaste en 2003, René Vautier raconte comment il a pris part aux luttes sociales et anticoloniales de la deuxième moitié du 20e siècle. De "Afrique 50" à "Colère noire, marée rouge", ses films sont les porte-voix de tous ces combats. - réalisation : Emily Vallat - invités : René Vautier Documentariste

durée : 00:03:26 - Ballon au Poing - Portrait de Stéphane PATAUT, nouveau président de la fédération française

C'est un spectacle singulier : Cécile, mis en scène par Marion Duval, n'est pas une fiction. C'est une pièce qui ressemble à une autobiographie en littérature. Cécile Laporte raconte sa propre vie. Une vie hors normes, entre engagements sociaux et politiques. Mais si les sujets sont souvent graves et sérieux, le naturel et l'aplomb de Cécile en font un moment libérateur où le rire est au rendez-vous. Une pièce en tournée et présentée par le Festival d'Automne au théâtre de la Bastille à Paris, avant Angers la semaine prochaine. À lire aussiMonia Aljalis, déambulation entre quête de plaisirs et poids des traditions

Dans le Duché de Narugor, le Poing d'Argent arrive finalement à Thisle Hold, dernier refuge de la civilisation ambrienne avant d'entrer dans la contrée sauvage de Davokar. Ils apprennent alors que le Médaillon de la Nécroflamme, en possession de la Compagnie, est activement recherché par l'Église de Prios. Demandant la protection d'Ordo Magica, les aventuriers apprennent que des Elfes de l'Étang des rêves pourraient leur venir en aide pour se débarasser de l'artéfact... ou militariser celui-ci. Allons donc rejoindre nos émissaires de la Reine Korinthia, soit: le Magistrat d'Ordo Magica Beremo Grandvent (joué par Jean-Philippe Décarie-Mathieu); le barbare-rôdeur de Davokar Rikards (joué par Ian Richards); l'ogre duelliste simplet Daemon Myirr (joué par Martin Durette); le sorcier mort-vivant Chovek (joué par Jonathan Papin) Votre maître de jeu est Benoît Gagnon. Bonne partie!

Sur la route de Thistle Hold, la compagnie du Poing d'Argent s'arrête à Templewall, une ville sainte du dieu-soleil Prios. Lors d'un séjour dans une auberge, des rumeurs en provenance de Davokar parlent d'un grimoire volé à un mage mourant proche de la ville forestière de Jakaar. Intrigués, les émissaires de la couronne poursuivent leur chemin mais une nuit passée dans une grange va grandement boulverser leurs plans... Allons donc rejoindre nos émissaires de la Reine Korinthia, soit: le Magistrat d'Ordo Magica Beremo Grandvent (joué par Jean-Philippe Décarie-Mathieu); le barbare-rôdeur de Davokar Rikards (joué par Ian Richards); l'ogre duelliste simplet Daemon Myirr (joué par Martin Durette); le sorcier mort-vivant Chovek (joué par Jonathan Papin) Votre maître de jeu est Benoît Gagnon. Bonne partie!

La compagnie du poing d'argent a maintenant une cible, Thistle Hold. Cité des aventuriers et portail vers l'immense forêt de Davokar. Sur la route, ceux ci s'arrêtent dans une prison abandonnée afin de se reposer pour la nuit, mais une rencontre surnaturelle et un augure inquiétant va forcer nos héros à être sur leurs gardes. Allons donc rejoindre nos émissaires de la Reine Korinthia, soit: le Magistrat d'Ordo Magica Beremo Grandvent (joué par Jean-Philippe Décarie-Mathieu); le barbare-rôdeur de Davokar Rikards (joué par Ian Richards); l'ogre duelliste simplet Daemon Myirr (joué par Martin Durette); le sorcier mort-vivant Chovek (joué par Jonathan Papin) Votre maître de jeu est Benoît Gagnon. Bonne partie!

Dans la capitale d'Ambria, Yndaros, un groupe d'aventuriers du Poing d'Argent est envoyé dans l'immense forêt de Davokar pour récolter de l'information sur les allées et venues récentes et inhabituelles dans cet immense territoire. Cette nouvelle activité serait-elle un signe de l'abandon du Pacte de fer...? Allons donc rejoindre nos émissaires de la Reine Korinthia, soit: le Magistrat d'Ordo Magica Beremo Grandvent (joué par Jean-Philippe Décarie-Mathieu); le barbare-rôdeur de Davokar Rikards (joué par Ian Richards); l'ogre duelliste simplet Daemon Myirr (joué par Martin Durette); le sorcier mort-vivant Chovek (joué par Jonathan Papin) Votre maître de jeu est Benoît Gagnon. Bonne partie!

Die 64. Folge berichtet über die 12. Modellbahnausstellung der Modellbahnfreunde der MVG mit sehenswerten Modellbahnanlagen in unterschiedlichen Maßstäben.

Die 64. Folge berichtet über die 12. Modellbahnausstellung der Modellbahnfreunde der MVG mit sehenswerten Modellbahnanlagen in unterschiedlichen Maßstäben.

Mardi 6 août en fin de journée, des troupes ukrainiennes ont franchi la frontière avec la Russie dans la région de Koursk. Selon les renseignements américains, ces soldats ont passé deux lignes de défense russes et pris la petite ville de Soudja, à 10 kilomètres de l'Ukraine et à 530 kilomètres de Moscou. Quel est l'avancement des troupes ukrainiennes ? Les Russes ont-ils confirmé cette attaque ? Comment a réagi Vladimir Poutine ? Quel est l'objectif de cette incursion ? Explications de Bénédicte Tassart, cheffe du service international de RTL. "Deux minutes pour comprendre" est le podcast de la rédaction RTL. Du lundi au vendredi, un journaliste décrypte une actualité marquante de la journée.

REDIFF - Le 16 octobre 1968, aux JO de Mexico, Tommie Smith et John Carlos marquaient l'histoire en brandissant un poing ganté de noir sur le podium du 200 m. Un geste historique, qui a cependant brisé la vie d'un homme. Dans "Ah Ouais ?", Florian Gazan répond en une minute chrono à toutes les questions essentielles, existentielles, parfois complètement absurdes, qui vous traversent la tête. Un podcast RTL Originals.

Mardi 6 août en fin de journée, des troupes ukrainiennes ont franchi la frontière avec la Russie dans la région de Koursk. Selon les renseignements américains, ces soldats ont passé deux lignes de défense russes et pris la petite ville de Soudja, à 10 kilomètres de l'Ukraine et à 530 kilomètres de Moscou. Quel est l'avancement des troupes ukrainiennes ? Les Russes ont-ils confirmé cette attaque ? Comment a réagi Vladimir Poutine ? Quel est l'objectif de cette incursion ? Explications de Bénédicte Tassart, cheffe du service international de RTL. "Deux minutes pour comprendre" est le podcast de la rédaction RTL. Du lundi au vendredi, un journaliste décrypte une actualité marquante de la journée.

Mardi 6 août en fin de journée, des troupes ukrainiennes ont franchi la frontière avec la Russie dans la région de Koursk. Selon les renseignements américains, ces soldats ont passé deux lignes de défense russes et pris la petite ville de Soudja, à 10 kilomètres de l'Ukraine et à 530 kilomètres de Moscou. Quel est l'avancement des troupes ukrainiennes ? Les Russes ont-ils confirmé cette attaque ? Comment a réagi Vladimir Poutine ? Quel est l'objectif de cette incursion ? Explications de Bénédicte Tassart, cheffe du service international de RTL. "Deux minutes pour comprendre" est le podcast de la rédaction RTL. Du lundi au vendredi, un journaliste décrypte une actualité marquante de la journée.

Mardi 6 août en fin de journée, des troupes ukrainiennes ont franchi la frontière avec la Russie dans la région de Koursk. Selon les renseignements américains, ces soldats ont passé deux lignes de défense russes et pris la petite ville de Soudja, à 10 kilomètres de l'Ukraine et à 530 kilomètres de Moscou. Quel est l'avancement des troupes ukrainiennes ? Les Russes ont-ils confirmé cette attaque ? Comment a réagi Vladimir Poutine ? Quel est l'objectif de cette incursion ? Explications de Bénédicte Tassart, cheffe du service international de RTL. "Deux minutes pour comprendre" est le podcast de la rédaction RTL. Du lundi au vendredi, un journaliste décrypte une actualité marquante de la journée.

durée : 00:59:16 - Toute une vie - Pour Sócrates, le football était plus qu'un jeu. Il était une représentation de la société brésilienne et l'équipe pouvait être l'émanation des aspirations du peuple dans un contexte de dictature finissante. Portrait du joueur de football militant brésilien Sócrates, le "doutor" (1954–2011). - invités : Chérif Ghemmour Auteur; David Ranc Enseignant chercheur en sciences sociales; Fernando Duarte Correspondant footbal au Brésil; Michel Raspaud Professeur des Universités, sociologue du sport, directeur de l'UFR APS à l'Université Joseph Fourier de Grenoble; Rai Ancien international de football, président de la fondation Gol de Letra.

Tous les quatre ans, les yeux du monde entier sont rivés sur les athlètes des cinq continents qui s'affrontent, sans relâche, dans diverses disciplines. Mais derrière la sueur et les exploits sportifs, les Jeux olympiques sont aussi le théâtre d'affrontements d'un autre genre. Dans une série inédite en trois épisodes, Virginie Girod vous raconte trois éditions qui ont marqué l'histoire des JO modernes par leurs controverses. Dans cet épisode accompagné d'archives d'Europe 1, plongez au cœur des JO de 1968, à Mexico. Les coureurs Noirs Américains Tommie Smith et John Carlos s'illustrent par leurs performances lors du 200 mètres. Alors qu'ils montent sur le podium pour recevoir leurs médailles respectives, ils regardent le sol et lèvent leur poing ganté de noir. Un symbole de protestation contre l'oppression des Noirs aux Etats-Unis, qui n'est pas sans déplaire au Comité Olympique. Thèmes abordés : Jo, racisme, Etats-Unis, Mexico, revendication "Au cœur de l'histoire" est un podcast Europe 1 Studio- Auteure et Présentatrice : Virginie Girod - Production : Caroline Garnier- Réalisation : Nicolas Gaspard- Composition de la musique originale : Julien Tharaud et Sébastien Guidis- Promotion et Coordination des partenariats : Marie Corpet- Archives : Antoine Reclus- Visuel : Sidonie Mangin Ressources en ligne : https://olympics.com/fr/olympic-games/mexico-city-1968 https://www.lumni.fr/article/frise-chronologique-des-droits-civiques-aux-etats-unis https://www.ina.fr/ina-eclaire-actu/video/i00012524/tommie-smith-et-john-carlos-poings-gantes-mains-levees https://olympics.com/fr/athletes/thomas-c-smith Archives Europe 1: “L'affaire des Noirs Américains John Carlos et Tommie Smith aux JO de Mexico”, reportage de Fernand Choisel ; Emile Toulouse, diffusé le 18 octobre 1968 “Les polémiques aux Jo de Mexico auront-elles des conséquences sur les prochaines olympiades ? “ , Reportage de Fernand Choisel, Emile Toulouse, diffusé le 25 octobre 1968 “Les JO sur Europe 1 : histoire à travers les archives d'Europe 1”, émission Europe soir du 1 juin 2008, présentée par Marc Tronchot Découvrez l'abonnement "Au Coeur de l'Histoire +" et accédez à des heures de programmes, des archives inédites, des épisodes en avant-première et une sélection d'épisodes sur des grandes thématiques. Profitez de cette offre sur Apple Podcasts dès aujourd'hui !

durée : 00:02:25 - Le vrai ou faux - Après la tentative d'assassinat visant Donald Trump par un homme équipé d'un AR-15, les appels à interdire les fusils d'assaut se multiplient. Le porte-parole des Republicans Overseas en France assure que ces armes tuent moins que les pistolets aux États-Unis. C'est vrai, mais la violence des armes à feu reste endémique dans le pays.

(00:00:50) Les Républicains américains vont introniser un miraculé (00:08:06) Pourquoi une photo comme celle de Trump le poing levé entre dans l'histoire ? (00:16:16) 50 ans après la partition de Chypre, la plaie est toujours ouverte

La première grande explication entre les favoris a bien eu lieu. Tadej Pogacar a lâché tout le monde en haut du Galibier pur s'imposer devant Remco Evenepoel. On en discute ensemble !Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

1968, Jeux olympiques de Mexico. L'Afro-Américain Tommie Smith décroche la médaille d'or du 200 mètres. Et, devant les caméras du monde entier, baissant la tête, il lève son poing ganté de noir. Un geste de protestation contre les discriminations dont sont victimes les Noirs américains, et plus largement tous ceux dont les droits sont bafoués dans le monde. La semaine dernière, Tommie Smith visitait l'exposition « Olympique, une histoire du monde », à Paris. L'occasion de revenir sur ce geste qui a fait le tour du monde, et changé sa vie. « J'avais une paire de gants, j'ai pris le droit et donné le gauche à John [Carlos]. L'hymne a duré 1 minute 31 secondes. C'était la plus longue minute et demie de ma vie », se remémore Tommie Smith. 1968. Aux États-Unis, Martin Luther King est assassiné ; les émeutes se multiplient, la ségrégation raciale empoisonne les mentalités et le monde est à feu et à sang. Tommie Smith a 24 ans. Aux Jeux olympiques de Mexico, il décide, avec un autre athlète qui lui aussi court le 200 mètres, John Carlos, de lever leur poing ganté de noir une fois monté sur le podium de la victoire. « Le podium, c'était celui pour lequel beaucoup d'athlètes se battent, le podium le plus haut. C'était une nécessité pour moi de sacrifier ce moment, pour que le monde entier le voie. Je m'élevais contre le fait que penser aux droits humains soit illégal », explique l'athlète.Tommie Smith parle de sacrifice. De fait, après leur geste, John Carlos et lui sont suspendus par le Comité international olympique. Les deux athlètes doivent quitter Mexico, et sont ensuite interdits de compétition à vie. Le CIO estime qu'une protestation politique n'a pas sa place aux JO. Ils reçoivent aussi des menaces de mort. « Le sport est une plateforme extraordinaire »En 56 ans, le CIO n'a toujours pas présenté d'excuses. Ce qui n'a pas empêché d'autres athlètes d'avoir, eux aussi, des gestes politiques. Comme le joueur de football américain, Colin Kaepernick, qui, en 2016, met un genou à terre avant ses matchs.« Il protestait contre les brutalités policières et le racisme. Et vous savez, il souffre toujours de ce geste, parce que c'était un grand geste, salue Tommie Smith. Je suis fier de ce jeune homme parce qu'il a pris position. Le sport est une plateforme extraordinaire. »Après les Jeux olympiques de Mexico, le record de Tommie Smith sur 200 mètres tiendra onze ans. Mais au vu des mesures de rétorsion qui le frappent, le champion doit se reconvertir. Il devient entraîneur. Et à 80 ans, il suivra de près les JO de Paris.« Je suivrai toutes les courses. Moi, ma distance, c'était le 200 mètres – le 100 et le 400 aussi. Et il y a un jeune athlète, Noah Lyles, qui compte gagner le 100, le 200 et le 400 mètres. Il a exactement l'âge que j'avais à Mexico. Mais lui, il continuera. Moi, c'était ma dernière course, je n'en ai pas fait une seule depuis Mexico... Donc, oui, tout le monde doit garder un œil sur Noah Lyles », conclut l'athlète américain.À lire aussiJO 2024: Tommie Smith, toujours le poing levé

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Selon une étude publiée dans le Journal of Neuroscience (2016), le lien entre une mère et sa fille serait le plus fort de tous. Une chose est sûre, c'est qu'il est unique. Qu'elle soit fusionnelle, conflictuelle, simple ou complexe, la relation entre une mère et sa fille n'est comparable à aucune autre. Nombreuses sont celles qui considèrent leur mère comme leur confidente privilégiée ou bien leur rivale, celles qui pâtissent de son omniprésence ou au contraire de son absence. Mais comment expliquer que ce lien soit aussi particulier ? Quelle différence y a-t-il avec le lien mère/fils ? Quelle place une maman occupe-t-elle dans la construction personnelle de sa fille ?  Cette émission est une rediffusion du lundi 22 janvier 2024  Avec :• Patricia Delahaie, écrivain et coach de vie. Autrice de La relation mère-fille – 3 clés de l'apaisement (Éditions Leduc, 2017). Son deuxième roman Un lundi de Pentecôte (sort le 28 mars 2024 aux éditions Belfond)• Valérie Guillaudot, réalisatrice, membre du collectif de réalisatrices ariégeoises Caméra au Poing. Réalisatrice du documentaire Femme de mère en fille, sorti en 2023.  Programmation musicale :► Mame Bamba - Mariaa Siga► Sua Pele - Izem, Flavia Coelho, Luiza.

Selon une étude publiée dans le Journal of Neuroscience (2016), le lien entre une mère et sa fille serait le plus fort de tous. Une chose est sûre, c'est qu'il est unique. Qu'elle soit fusionnelle, conflictuelle, simple ou complexe, la relation entre une mère et sa fille n'est comparable à aucune autre. Nombreuses sont celles qui considèrent leur mère comme leur confidente privilégiée ou bien leur rivale, celles qui pâtissent de son omniprésence ou au contraire de son absence. Mais comment expliquer que ce lien soit aussi particulier ? Quelle différence y a-t-il avec le lien mère/fils ? Quelle place une maman occupe-t-elle dans la construction personnelle de sa fille ?  Cette émission est une rediffusion du lundi 22 janvier 2024.  Avec :• Patricia Delahaie, écrivain et coach de vie. Autrice de La relation mère-fille – 3 clés de l'apaisement (Éditions Leduc, 2017). Son deuxième roman Un lundi de Pentecôte (sort le 28 mars 2024 aux éditions Belfond)• Valérie Guillaudot, réalisatrice, membre du collectif de réalisatrices ariégeoises Caméra au Poing. Réalisatrice du documentaire Femme de mère en fille, sorti en 2023.  Programmation musicale :► Mame Bamba - Mariaa Siga► Sua Pele - Izem, Flavia Coelho, Luiza.

durée : 01:00:33 - Black Lives - par : Alex Dutilh - Black Lives, des musiciens et des musiciennes originaires des États-Unis, d'Afrique, des Caraïbes et d'Europe, unis par un langage commun dans une lutte pour l'égalité et la justice. "People of Earth" paraît chez Jammin'Colors.

durée : 01:00:33 - Black Lives - par : Alex Dutilh - Black Lives, des musiciens et des musiciennes originaires des États-Unis, d'Afrique, des Caraïbes et d'Europe, unis par un langage commun dans une lutte pour l'égalité et la justice. "People of Earth" paraît chez Jammin'Colors.

Le Président de la République a réaffirmé son envie de voir les trafics de drogue éradiqués, sans pour autant convaincre les habitants venus à sa rencontre Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.

durée : 00:28:48 - Une histoire particulière - Élise et Célestin, acculés par l'administration, sont épuisés. Ils démissionnent de l'Éducation nationale et ensemble décident d'ouvrir leur propre école dédiée « aux fils du peuple ». - invités : Laurence De Cock Historienne, chargée de cours en didactique de l'histoire et sociologie du curriculum à l'Université de Paris, spécialiste de l'histoire de l'éducation et de l'école; Frédérique-Marie Prot Enseignante-chercheuse à l'université de Lorraine à Nancy; Henri-Louis Go Enseignant-chercheur à l'Université de Lorraine à Nancy; Carmen Montès Directrice de L'école Freinet du Pioulier de 1975 à 2009

durée : 00:28:44 - Une histoire particulière - Face à la persécution politique et administrative, Elise et Célestin Freinet persistent et signent : l'école a pour mission d'émanciper tous les élèves. - invités : Laurence De Cock Historienne, chargée de cours en didactique de l'histoire et sociologie du curriculum à l'Université de Paris, spécialiste de l'histoire de l'éducation et de l'école; Frédérique-Marie Prot Enseignante-chercheuse à l'université de Lorraine à Nancy; Henri-Louis Go Enseignant-chercheur à l'Université de Lorraine à Nancy; Carmen Montès Directrice de L'école Freinet du Pioulier de 1975 à 2009

Tous les samedis et dimanches soir, Pierre de Vilno reçoit deux invités pour des débats d'actualités. Avis tranchés et arguments incisifs sont aux programmes de 18h30 à 19h00.

Selon une étude publiée dans le Journal of Neuroscience (2016), le lien entre une mère et sa fille serait le plus fort de tous. Une chose est sûre, c'est qu'il est unique. Qu'elle soit fusionnelle, conflictuelle, simple ou complexe, la relation entre une mère et sa fille n'est comparable à aucune autre. Nombreuses sont celles qui considèrent leur mère comme leur confidente privilégiée ou bien leur rivale, celles qui pâtissent de son omniprésence ou au contraire de son absence. Mais comment expliquer que ce lien soit aussi particulier ? Quelle différence y a-t-il avec le lien mère/fils ? Quelle place une maman occupe-t-elle dans la construction personnelle de sa fille ?   Avec :• Patricia Delahaie, écrivain et coach de vie. Autrice de La relation mère-fille – 3 clés de l'apaisement (Éditions Leduc, 2017). Son deuxième roman Un lundi de Pentecôte (sort le 28 mars 2024 aux éditions Belfond)• Valérie Guillaudot, réalisatrice, membre du collectif de réalisatrices ariégeoises Caméra au Poing. Réalisatrice du documentaire Femme de mère en fille sorti en 2023.  Programmation musicale :► Mame Bamba - Mariaa Siga► Sua Pele - Izem, Flavia Coelho, Luiza.

C'est la photo la plus iconique de l'histoire du sport et, plus d'un demi-siècle après sa capture, le monde doute encore de sa véracité. Le 25 mai 1965, Liston s'est-il couché devant Ali ? L'Amérique se passionne pour ce combat et ce coup de poing dont la portée dépasse le simple cadre du noble art et offre une lumière éclatante sur les années 60, fascinantes comme aucune autre décennie.Ecrit par Maxime DUPUISRaconté par Florian BAYOUX et Hortense MARTINMonté par Romain REDONProduit par BABABAMVous aimez Les Grands Récits ? Abonnez-vous sur Apple Podcasts et soyez alerté lors de la publication des nouveaux épisodes chaque semaine. Ecoutez d'autres épisodes des Grands Récits : Massa - Hamilton, le thriller d'InterlagosDaniel Elena, le roi d'à côtéFrançois Cevert, le prince foudroyéRoland Ratzenberger, mort avant Ayrton Senna, oublié juste après Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

"Défricheuses / féminismes, caméra au poing et archive en bandoulière", c'est le titre de cette passionnante exposition proposée par La Cité internationale des arts à Paris, en partenariat avec le Centre audiovisuel Simone de Beauvoir et dans le cadre du Festival d'Automne 2023.L'exposition revient sur l'histoire culturelle et visuelle du féminisme en France dans les années 1970 et 1980 à travers la fondation en 1982 du Centre audiovisuel Simone de Beauvoir par 3 femmes - Delphine Seyrig, Carole Roussopoulos et Ioana Wieder, membres du collectif Les Insoumuses. La page de l'exposition Défricheuses / féminismes, caméra au poing et archive en bandoulière sur le site de la Cité Internationale des Arts avec les textes explicatifs du Parcours de l'expo, les manifestations Programme satellite et les Informations pratiques :https://www.citedesartsparis.net/fr/defricheuses-feminismes-camera-au-poing-et-archive-en-bandouliereGalerie de la Cité internationale des arts | Site du Marais18, rue de l'Hôtel de Ville75004 ParisDu 28 septembre au 20 décembre 2023Les mercredis de 14h à 21h Du jeudi au samedi de 14h à 19hVernissage le 27 septembre 2023, de 18h à 21hEntrée libreToutes les informations sur : http://www.citedesartsparis.fr Le site du Centre Simone de Beauvoir :https://www.centre-simone-de-beauvoir.com/So Sweet Planet : un site et un podcast indépendants !Merci de soutenir mon travail sur Patreon Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Vanessa Filho est la réalisatrice du film « Le consentement » qui sort le mercredi 11 octobre en salle. Il est adapté du livre de Vanessa Springora, livre qui avait eu l'effet d'une déflagration lors de sa sortie. Il s'agissait de l'histoire vécue par Vanessa Springora lorsqu'elle avait 13 ans, où elle va devenir l'amante, si l'on peut dire, de l'écrivain Gabriel Matzneff, alors âgé de 50 ans.