Podcasts about Riss

Vor acht Jahren, an meinem ersten Hochzeitstag, ist mein Darm gerissen. Ich habe es knapp überlebt, über zehn Jahre lang nicht ernst genommen, mit acht Abszessen und einer Fistel, bis ein Röntgenbild zeigte was kein Arzt vorher sehen wollte. Diese Folge hat kein Skript und keine Zeitvorgabe. Nur acht Jahre Morbus Crohn, die echten Tiefpunkte, und die Frage die mich jedes Jahr aufs Neue einholt: Habe ich das Beste daraus gemacht? Ich erzähle dir, wie aus dem Überlebenskampf ein Podcast mit über 230 Folgen wurde. Warum dieser Podcast bis heute in Krankenhäusern und Notaufnahmen gefunden wird, wie Ärzte die selbst betroffen sind, bei mir im Coaching gelandet sind, und was der Satz bedeutet, der mein Leben in zwei Hälften teilt: Der Darm ist einmal gerissen, ich nicht. Wenn du das Gefühl kennst, zu funktionieren, bis nichts mehr geht, wenn du weißt, wie es sich anfühlt, nicht ernst genommen zu werden, dann ist diese Folge für dich. Kapitel 0:00 Ohne Skript: Warum heute alles anders ist 0:42 Der 13. Mai und warum er wichtiger ist als mein Geburtstag 3:21 Zehn Jahre Leidensdruck: Abszesse, Fistel, kein Morbus Crohn in der Diagnose 4:38 Die Kapsel die stecken blieb und der Arzt der panisch fragte 6:55 Plötzlich ernst genommen: Was der Darmriss verändert hat 8:55 Der YouTube-Kanal auf dem ich meinen eigenen Verfall dokumentiert habe 11:14 Infusionsständer rausretuschiert: Weitermachen als einzige Option 11:53 Warum dieser Podcast aus einem Überlebenskampf entstanden ist 15:12 Wegplatte statt Ratgeber: Was ich wirklich will 16:05 Wenn der Podcast im Krankenhaus gefunden wird 22:16 Leid in Lösungen übersetzen: Was Coaching wirklich bedeutet 24:52 Acht Jahre später: Eines der härtesten Jahre seit dem Darmriss 25:38 Der Darm riss. Ich nicht. 26:46 Gib mir vier Monate: Was ich dir verspreche und was nicht 28:22 Achterbahn: Deine Einladung zum Mitmachen

Krankschreibungen, Kündigungen, ein schlechtes Arbeitsklima in der Verwaltung von Ittigen. In der berner Vorortsgemeinde läuft es nicht wie gewünscht, bestätigt nun eine Untersuchung. Es brauche Masssnahmen. Weiter in der Sendung: · Gravierende Mängel bei der Stiftung MitMänsch Oberwallis: Ein externer Bericht zeigt Probleme in der Führung, Kommunikation und Zusammenarbeit. Der Kanton Wallis hat Sofortmassnahmen eingeleitet. · Die Kantonsstrasse ab Blatten zur Fafleralp geht wieder auf. Der Oigschtchummun-Gletscher wird verstärkt überwacht. · Badi Kandersteg läuft aus: Pro Tag laufen über 100'000 Liter Wasser aus. Nach langen Prüfungen habe man einen Riss festgestellt, heisst es bei der Gemeinde auf Anfrage.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin, RISS the spirit-summoning girl, and QUEL the water-projecting bard. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are competing in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE FORTY-TWO: THE TOURNAMENT: SEMI-FINAL ONE“Alright, team huddle time,” Nuthea said when she had got everyone assembled in the dugout.The tournament officials didn't seem to mind that they were congregating in the stuffy underground chamber even though they weren't technically all combatants.The party formed up, linking arms and making a face-to-face circle. Though the newcomers hesitated at first they got the idea easily enough, even if Cid and Elrann had to stoop slightly to fit Riss in.“Right,” said Nuthea. She needed to be quick, as after Cid had healed Huld the Governor had said they had five minutes before the next match. “Let's review how things stand: Ryn, Captain Sagar, and Shadowfinger Vish all won your Quarter-Final matches–well done!”Ryn nodded. “Thanks.”Sagar grunted the barest acknowledgement. He appeared to be sulking about something.Vish didn't say anything.Nuthea suppressed a sigh. “Grandfather Cid will heal all of you too so that you're ready to fight again, since the Tournament is going to be carrying on straight away.”“Why did the Governor change his mind on that?” asked Ryn, wasting time.“I'm not sure. Probably something to do with the change in weather. That has gone in our favour.”“Yeah, what's the deal with that?” said Elrann. “Clear skies all day, and now all of a sudden it looks like it's going to pour.” She looked over at Quel. “You have water powers, right, music-man? Are you something to do with this?”Quel shook his head, the blue hair of his fringe quivering. “No, Mistress Elrann; it has nothing to do with me. The Sapphire-touched can manipulate water in gaseous and solid as well as liquid form, true, but it would take quite a lot of us to influence the course of an entire weather system, and I am just one man.”“Never mind that now,” said Nuthea, eager to move the discussion on. “What's important is that the Governor has decided that the tournament can conclude today. Now, the two semi-finals will be Ryn against Shadowfinger Vish and Captain Sagar against Brother Huld. Sagar against Huld is straightforward enough, as we know who we want to win–”“Do you think you can take him, Sagar?” Ryn asked, cutting Nuthea off.“Hm?” said Sagar, attention coming back from wherever it had been. “Oh, yeah, you had better damn well bet I can take him. I'm not afraid of Baldy.”“You are aware, aren't you,” Grandfather Cid said before Nuthea could get another word in, “that the element of wind is completely ineffectual against the element of earth, in combat terms?”Sagar blew the air out through his nostrils. “Yeah, I know, old timer. But that don't mean I can't use my powers to my advantage. Just you watch. I'll beat him without blowing him over.”“If you're sure…” said Cid.“Anyway,” said Nuthea, “what is more pressing for us to talk about is Ryn and Shadowfinger Vish's match, since both of you are in our party.”“What's there to talk about?” said Sagar. “The scumsucker is the better fighter. You should just let him win,” he said to Ryn, “and be done with it.”“Hey!” said Ryn, and the air in the huddle got a little warmer. “Shut up, Sagar! Vish may have been fighting longer, but I have fire magic!”“Well it's not like it matters anyway,” Sagar said, “as I'm just going to thrash whichever one of you goes through in the Final in any case.”“Shadowfinger Vish,” Nuthea said, before Ryn could rise any further to Sagar's posturing, “what do you think is the best course of action?”Vish regarded her coolly above his face covering. “It makes no difference to me, girl. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it. I will win this battle, I will lose this battle, I will stay out of the Final, I will go into the Final–whichever. All I care about is that you give me some more poppy when this is done. As long as you do that, I will do whatever you want.”Nuthea saw Cid hold himself back from saying something.“Okay…” she said. She knew that Vish was by far the better fighter as Sagar had said. But she didn't want to hurt Ryn's feelings. “What would you rather do, Ryn?”“Well, I think that–”“People of Farr!” came the shout of the tournament announcer from outside all of a sudden. “For your first semi-final, I give you Ryn of Efstan versus Vish of Aibar!”“Was that really five minutes?!” said Ryn. “We haven't—”“There's no time!” Nuthea said, breaking the huddle. “Quick, get out there into the arena, both of you! I'm sure you'll figure it out! Er, good luck!”She ushered Ryn and Vish off in the direction of the entry tunnel.,As Ryn looked briefly over his shoulder at her before walking out Nuthea ignored the twinge of guilt in her chest.Neither of them moved.Vish just stood there in his black uniform and head covering, eyes bleary and bloodshot. He didn't even bother adopting a fighting posture.A memory flared unbidden in Ryn's mind of the first time he had fought Vish. How the Shadowfinger had suddenly fallen upon him and the others in the woods outside Ast, how he had been vicious, methodical and deadly, in the end only stopped by an unexpected pistol-shot from Elrann.Did Ryn really have any kind of chance in a contest of hand-to-hand combat against such a skilled and highly trained fighter as Vish?Probably not, no; not even if I have trained hard and gotten a lot better at fighting since then.But Ryn did have something which Vish didn't.Damn him if he was going to use it straight away though.“Begin!” shouted the announcer.Ryn ran at Vish, crossing the arena floor in a matter of moments, and punched him in the face.To his surprise the punch connected, the impact flashing across Ryn's knuckles, and Vish's head snapped back. The Shadowfinger took a couple of steps backwards, then steadied himself.Huh?Nobody in the audience cheered or made any kind of noise. They were as confused as Ryn.Investigating, he stepped forwards and kicked the Shadowfinger in the chest with his right foot, using a kick that Vish himself had taught him. Vish grunted, taking the force of the blow, and stepped back a few more paces. Ryn followed through with a series of punches that finished with an elbow strike, using another sequence that Vish had taught him.Every blow hit home. The Shadowfinger took the full force of each one, shuffling backwards and coming to a halt a couple of paces away.“What are you doing?” Ryn whispered to the Shadowfinger, hoping that nobody else would be able to hear.“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing'?'” Vish replied, having the courtesy to keep his voice low too.“Why aren't you fighting me properly?”The Shadowfinger shrugged. “You didn't say what you wanted me to do yet.”“I want you to fight me!” Ryn hissed.The Shadowfinger raised a dark eyebrow. “You do? Are you sure?”“Yes! Don't go easy on me just because we know each other! That won't impress anybody, and it might get us disqualified for cheating!”The other eyebrow raised. “You are really sure?”“Yes!”“Alright then.”Ryn took two steps forward and swung a right hook at Vish.The Shadowfinger sidestepped as easily as if he was performing the learned steps of a dance.And then his leg lashed out.Ryn lifted up into the air, came down, hit the ground on his back and rolled over a few times.Then he felt the pain. He curled up, clutching his stomach, which ached horribly where Vish had kicked him.Now the crowd cheered. The noise of it filled his ears, hurting him even more than the kick had. Why were they cheering for Vish, and not him? Ryn supposed that Vish's attack had had a bit more of an effect than his own…“One!” called the announcer, beginning the count.Ryn pressed his hands to the arena floor and shakily pushed himself up onto his feet, stomach still smarting.Vish was standing a long way away. He had kicked Ryn so hard that he had flown across half the arena.And yet, he sensed that the Shadowfinger had still held something back. Vish could have finished this match in one blow had he wanted to, like he had done in his last match.Fire rose in Ryn's chest, but he willed it down and breathed out, letting the energy dissipate through his nostrils. He wouldn't resort to it yet. He had more pride than that.He ran at Vish again, this time arriving with a jumping kick–another move the Shadowfinger had taught him.Vish stepped lazily out of the way and countered with a punch to Ryn's chest, quick and precise as a pistol-shot.This time Ryn hit the arena floor so hard that he bounced and flipped over, landing face down and seeing stone. Searing pain in his chest joined the pain in his stomach. Had Vish broken one of his ribs?“Three!” he heard the announcer call over the noise of the crowd. He hadn't heard the first two counts. Had he blacked out for a moment?“Four!”Ryn managed to force himself up by the count of “Five!”He gave a few agonising coughs and some blood came out of his mouth and ran down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of a hand.Vish stood a few paces away.“Are you sure you want me to fight you?” the Shadowfinger whispered, inclining his head. “It does not seem to be going very well for you.”Fire rose again. “Yes!” Ryn growled through gritted teeth.“Would you like me to hit you out of bounds to get it done quickly?”“Just shut up and fight me properly, Vish!” Ryn shouted, no longer caring if the audience heard. “Fight me as if I was a regular opponent! Treat me like a man, not a little boy!”Some people in the audience laughed.“Raaargh!” Ryn thrust out two hands and launched a fireball at Vish from only paces away.The Shadowfinger's eyes went wide and he cartwheeled to the side, turning over in the air as the fireball rushed through the air where he had just been standing and out over the heads of the crowd, who gasped and ducked.Ryn chucked another fireball at Vish as he landed, then another and another. He aimed them at Vish's feet so that when the Shadowfinger dodged out of the way of them they hit the arena floor, scorching it black.In moments Ryn had the Shadowfinger running and leaping around the arena to get out of the way of his fireballs, which he hurled again and again at him, listening with pleasure as the crowd now murmured and marvelled at his own attacks.Vish was incredibly fast and agile, but he couldn't keep this up forever. Could he?The Shadowfinger executed a leaping somersault to get out of the way of a fireball that came dangerously close to hitting him, sending him particularly high.Ryn saw where he was going to land.He flung his hand out, launching another fireball at the spot.Vish came down exactly where Ryn had predicted, and the fireball hit him in the legs, engulfing them in an orange burst for a moment.Vish cried out, and fell to the ground, rolling over a few times from the momentum of his leap, which also served to put out the flames around his legs.Ryn grimaced. His satisfaction at the hit had been immediately tempered by the worry that he might have hurt Vish.Some fighter I am.But the Shadowfinger quickly patted out the remaining flames on his trousers that hadn't been extinguished by his roll, then sprang back to his feet and ran back across the arena, straight at Ryn.Straight at Ryn, who was too shocked by the speed of Vish's reaction to get out of the way in time.Ryn lit himself on fire.Vish pulled up, stopping just in front of Ryn with his fist held back ready, but not following through with his punch.The crowd made admiring noises at Ryn, and he smiled. He couldn't help himself.“Ingenious…” Vish said, staying still as the flames flickered all around Ryn's body, enveloping him in a fiery aura. “If you are covered in fire, it will burn me to touch you. Although I might still be able to hit you hard enough once to knock you out of bounds or incapacitate you without burning myself too much. Is that a chance you are willing to take, boy? And what of your so-called ‘mana', that the old man is always talking about? How long before that runs out?”That was a fair point, but Ryn wasn't about to concede it openly. Now that he was using his fire magic he might actually have a chance against Vish, and at preserving his pride.“I think the real question,” he replied, “is how long you will last against me while I am using my fire. I've been working hard at training and getting stronger with it. And Nuthea told me that every time I've fought and pushed myself to my limit and used all my mana up, my capacity has increased afterwards.”Vish nodded. “Then this may be something of an even fight now.”Ryn bristled. What an arrogant thing to say. But he knew Vish was just stating a fact. It didn't seem in the Shadowfinger's nature to gloat.“Looks like it w–” Ryn started, but then Vish stepped forwards and followed through with his original punch, taking Ryn completely by surprise.He was knocked backwards, stumbling over his own feet, his fire-aura extinguished. His feet came to the edge of something and he teetered on it, waving his arms in circles to try to regain his balance..The edge of the arena! He was about to fall out of bounds!As he began to fall, Ryn put out his arms behind him, flattened his palms, and blasted fire from them.The audience gasped as the force of the flames thrust Ryn back into the arena.He kept on going, turning his propelled movement into a run, and lit himself on fire again.Vish had been shaking the hand he had hit Ryn with up and down, and now his eyes went wide with surprise.But Ryn was moving so fast he didn't have time to prepare a proper strike. Instead he just lowered his head and crashed into the Shadowfinger like a flaming human battering ram.“Ungh!” grunted Vish, from the impact or the heat of the flames, Ryn did not know.The Shadowfinger fell on his back and Ryn came to a stop standing over him, still on fire. Acting on instinct, he held out his hand where he stood, palm in front of Vish's face.The crowd cheered for him now.Please let Nuthea be watching, he thought.“One!” the announcer began his count since Vish was down and on his back.“Move, and I'll blast you with fire,” Ryn said through the flames that radiated from his body.Sweat trickled down Vish's forehead and into his eyes. “We both know you will not do that, boy,” the Shadowfinger said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows so that the announcer stopped his count.Ryn hesitated. It was true. But he was doing so well, and he still had the advantage.“You don't know that for sure…” Ryn said carefully. “Even if I hit you point-blank with a fire attack, Cid can always heal you afterwards...”“But do you know that for sure, boy?” Vish said. “What if you accidentally kill me? You've killed Imperial soldiers with fire attacks at greater distance. The old man won't be able to bring me back from death.”Ryn opened his mouth, but he didn't have a response to that.“Go on,” said Vish, more quietly this time so that only Ryn would be able to hear, fixing him with his grey eyes. “Do it. Trust me, boy, you'll be doing me a favour. I am probably never going to change anyway.”Ryn faltered. Was Vish seriously asking him to end his life? There was no way in Mid he would ever do that. He had made that decision once already, and that had been before Vish had fought alongside him and saved his life multiple times.Ryn sighed, though he still kept his hand held out in front of him. “Why don't you just yield, Vish? What other option do you have?”Vish snorted through his face covering. “I have more options than you think, boy. It is clever, setting yourself on fire, I will grant you that. But I discovered two things in our little exchange just now: One, you need to concentrate in order to keep yourself on fire. And two, if I hit you fast enough I can avoid burning myself too much.”Ryn gulped.Vish pushed himself up with his elbows and twisted, sweeping Ryn's legs with his foot.Ryn fell on his side, hitting the stone of the arena floor painfully. He had been caught so off guard he hadn't reacted in time.He scrambled back up as quickly as he could, but the Shadowfinger wasn't in front of him anymore.A black-clothed arm wrapped itself tightly around his neck from behind, trapping him in its crook.It was then that Ryn realised his fire had gone out again from the shock of having his legs swept.Poodoo.Vish strengthened the chokehold and Ryn gasped for air. He found some, but only a little.“See?” Vish said menacingly in his ear. “One quick little kick, a heartbeat to sneak behind you, and I have you.”Vish gave a little squeeze, showing Ryn that he could cut off his air supply completely if he willed.Ryn choked.The Shadowfinger loosened his grip again a fraction, just enough for Ryn to find some air.“There you go,” said Vish quietly. “I have done what you asked: I have fought you properly. I expect to be rewarded with poppy later. Now, I suggest that you yield, so that we can finish this in the smoothest possible manner.”Ryn gripped Vish's arm tight, trying to wrench it off, but the Shadowfinger was too strong. He kept willing for fire to explode out of his body, like it had apparently done when Rogar the Unsurpassable had squeezed him unconscious, but nothing happened. Maybe I'm out of mana. Maybe his concentration was too consumed by trying to breathe. Maybe he had to actually pass out in order to activate his secret reserves…“Vish…” Ryn croaked between frantic gasps for air. “Before…I yield…can I…just ask you…one thing?”“What?” said the Shadowfinger, vaguely curious. His grip loosened ever so slightly again–not enough for Ryn to break the hold, but enough for him to speak more clearly.“If Huld beats Sagar and ends up in the Final against you, do you think you can beat him?A pause. “I am not sure,” said Vish. “I have observed the monk, and he is an extremely skilled and well-trained fighter. And he possesses elemental magic. You have the magic but without the fighting skill. To face an opponent with both…I am not sure that I could win, no.”Ryn could barely believe his ears. “Why didn't you tell us this before?!”“You did not ask,” Vish said simply.“Do you think I have a chance against him?”“With your fire magic?” Another brief pause as Vish considered. “Against his ‘earth alignment' which the old man tells us is vulnerable to it? On that basis only, yes, even though he is by far the superior fighter: Yes, I do.”“So actually what you're saying is that I would have a better chance against Huld in the final than you?”“Yes.”Ryn couldn't believe that the Shadowfinger hadn't thought to tell him this before. He must be so preoccupied with his poppy obsession that he hadn't paid proper attention to the discussion. This was no longer about Ryn's pride–if he wanted to maximise their chances of winning the Earth Emerald, he needed to be in the Final.“Alright,” he said. “I've changed my mind.” He kept his voice quiet, hoping that the crowd, who had started to murmur and mutter to one another at this bizarrely long choke-hold exchange, would not be able to hear him. “I don't want you to fight me properly anymore. I want you to let me win.”“As you wish.”The Shadowfinger's grip began to loosen completely.“Wait!” whispered Ryn. “We need it to look good! We need to make it look like you didn't let me win!”“Alright…” said Vish. “That will be difficult, but we can probably manage. Do exactly as I say…”The Shadowfinger whispered some instructions to Ryn.“Okay, got it,” Ryn said.Then he passed out.Or at least this time he pretended to pass out.He shut his eyes and went limp, letting his arms fall to his sides.Vish lowered him gently to the ground and lay him there, for which Ryn was grateful as he wasn't sure that he would have been able to maintain his act had the Shadowfinger just casually dropped him.The crowd cheered, but a bit weakly, like their hearts weren't really in it, presumably because the match had apparently ended in such a boring way.Eyes still closed; Ryn heard the announcer begin his count: “One!”Then he heard Vish say, “Would you like me to stay in the arena until you complete your counting this time?”“Oh…” said the announcer. “Well, it is customary, if you don't mind. There is a chance he will get up again before the count finishes, isn't there?”“No. But I will stay anyway.”Ryn continued to lie still on the warm arena floor, watching the colours dancing on the inside of his eyelids and listening to the announcer's count and the mutterings of the crowd.“Well that was a bit of a disappointing ending…”“How come he didn't do his exploding fire trick like last time?”“The Aibarian was just too strong. He choked him out before he could do it.”When the announcer got to “Nine!” Ryn opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.The crowd inhaled collectively.Vish was standing at one edge of the arena, facing away from Ryn with his arms folded. He began to turn to see what had happened.Ryn was already running towards him.When he saw him, Vish held up his hands in what Ryn knew was mock surprise.Come on Vish, he just had time to think, at least try to look a bit more surprised.Ryn lit himself on fire and executed a leaping side-on kick.He hit Vish square in the chest between his upraised hands, and bounced backwards off him, landing on his back on the arena floor.Vish flew backwards from the kick in the opposite direction, landing in the sand that encircled the arena, out of bounds.The crowd exploded with noise, whether from approval, or outrage, or confusion, Ryn couldn't tell, though he hoped it was the former.And that was how he won his Semi-Final match against Vish. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Du gehst über eine Straße. Mitten im Asphalt, ein Riss. Und aus dem Riss wächst eine kleine, zarte Blume. Sie hat kein Recht, dort zu wachsen. Der Asphalt ist heiss. Hart. Schwer. Und trotzdem ist sie da. In dieser Folge frage ich dich: Wo ist der Asphalt deiner Kunst? Welche Schicht liegt über dem, was du eigentlich machen willst? Welche Glaubenssätze hast du übernommen, ohne sie je zu prüfen? Welche Routinen halten dich klein, obwohl sie sich nach Sicherheit anfühlen? Was hat man dir gesagt, was du als Künstlerin oder Künstler nicht darfst und wann hast du dem geglaubt?

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Immer häufiger ertappe ich mich bei einem Gedanken, den ich jetzt viele Jahrzehnte lang fast als Frevel empfunden hätte. Habe ich überhaupt noch eine Freude am Verreisen?  Seit Ende der 70er Jahre bin ich so richtig touristisch unterwegs. Vorher, und das haben wir Millennials ja gemeinsam, wurde eher im Schwarzwald oder an der Nordseeküste oder mal in den Alpen Urlaub gemacht. Ein reicher Ladenbesitzer in der Straße meiner Kindheit fuhr schon Anfang der 70er Jahre nach Tunesien, nach Marokko oder sonst wo Exotisches hin mit dem Flieger, und kam mit vielen Geschichten heim. Ehrlicherweise waren es eher Souvenirs, aber natürlich hatte jeder in der Straße darüber getuschelt. Die erste Flugreise – Abenteuer Spantax Meine erste Flugreise war 1977 mit der legendär-berüchtigten Spantax nach Malaga, und glauben Sie es mir oder nicht: Ich mit unschuldigen 18 Jahren, saß ganz hinten und sah aus dem Fenster, wie das Triebwerk beim Landeanflug leise Flammen ausspuckte. Ein wunderbarer Beginn einer langen Leidenschaft fürs Fliegen und fürs Reisen… Und jetzt auf einmal keine Lust mehr? Nein, es ist nicht nur das Alter, wo man ja grundsätzlich etwas bequemer wird. Und es ist auch auf keinen Fall so, dass mich die Schönheit unserer Weltkugel nicht mehr faszinieren würde, und ich nicht mehr Pipi in die Augen hätte, wenn ich an besonders schönen Orten einfach nur verweile und schaue. Reisen als Leidenschaft – und Beruf Dabei bin ich doch eigentlich das Paradebeispiel für den bewussten, guten Reisenden. Denn als Reisejournalist ist es ja meine Aufgabe, vor Ort die Augen, die Ohren, die Nase offen zu halten, zu schmecken, zu riechen, zu fühlen, um so viele Eindrücke wie möglich in mich aufzunehmen und daraus einen inspirierenden Bericht zu machen. Entweder als Artikel, als Hörerlebnis oder als Fernsehfilm.  Ich muss ja mehr sein als „nur ein normaler Tourist“, der in der Gruppe hinter einem Führer mit Fähnchen latscht, in der Sonne erschöpft von den langatmigen Ausführungen über kulturelle Vergangenheiten. Nein, ich soll für sie vorreisen. Ich soll ihr kleines Trüffelschwein sein, genau das zu erspüren, was fremde  Länder eben so attraktiv macht.  Wenn das Schöne ins Kippen gerät Und das ist des Pudels Kern. Ich habe manchmal den Eindruck, man kann die Augen gar nicht mehr so zusammenkneifen, und nur noch so selektiv sehen, dass man sich nur noch auf das Schöne konzentriert. Die vielleicht größte soziale Errungenschaft, die des Reisens für jeden, hat es leider mitgebracht im Laufe der Jahrzehnte, daß die Welt nun voll ist von all denen, die sich darüber aufregen, daß es so voll ist.  Die Masse sind natürlich immer die Anderen. Und wie trefflich kann man sich über sie aufregen, sie, die kein Wort Fremdsprache herausbringen, die ignorant sind und eigentlich ihrem Deutschtum weiter frönen wollen, nur mit einer veränderten Kulisse und besserem Wetter. Viel beißende Satire gab es schon über die Massentouristen.  Aber man muss ja auch zugeben, wir sind an dem Punkt, wo das Schöne des Tourismus Gefahr läuft, ins Kippen zu geraten. Jetzt, wo auch Nationen wie Indien, China die Welt entdecken wollen. Millionen, Milliarden Menschen mehr, die sich um die besten Plätze an den schönsten Orte der Welt kabbeln. Warum Urlaub zum Stress wurde Wer nicht über sehr viel Geld verfügt, erlebt schon bei der Ankunft am Flughafen schmerzlich und nervtötend die Klassengesellschaft des Reisens. Die frühere Leichtigkeit gepaart mit Erregtheit auf das, was noch kommen soll, die Vorfreude, die Lust, ungewohntes Fremdes zu entdecken, ist zunehmend gewichen dem Stress des Reisens. Und der setzt sich, absurderweise, in den ja angeblich schönsten Wochen des Jahres fast an allen Punkten des Erlebnisses fort. – Das Hotel nicht so schön wie im Katalog erträumt, das frühe Reservieren der Liegen, das nicht gefallene Buffet, die eingezäunte Urbanisation, die nichts von natürlichem Liebreiz des Landes übrig lässt, Die Ausflüge, die man eher pflichtschuldigst und nicht neugierig abhakt, weil man ja die Sehenswürdigkeiten gesehen haben muss. Die Einheimischen, die so nerven, weil man sich nicht versteht. Travel is broken Ganz schön pessimistisch, nicht wahr? Eine Jammerei auf hohem Niveau von einem Privilegierten, der das Glück hatte, Jahrzehnte in der ersten Reihe unterwegs sein zu können. Aber Hand aufs Herz, wenn Sie an Ihre letzten Urlaube zurückdenken, haben Sie nicht auch viel von dem beobachtet, was ich gerade geschildert habe?  Philipp Laage – Foto by William Minke Diese gewisse Ernüchterung erlebe ich oft, wenn ich mit Kolleginnen und Kollegen über das diskutiere, was ja unsere Arbeitsgrundlage ist. Mein lieber Kollege Philipp Laage, der wirklich außergewöhnlich schöne Reisereportagen geschrieben hat und auch schon mehrfach Buchautor ist, hat das Ganze zusammengefasst zu einem sehr treffenden Titel: „Travel is broken. Warum Reisen oft enttäuscht und wie wir es neu entdecken können.“ Und weil er eben Journalist ist, lässt er es nicht einfach nur bei Gedanken, sondern hat diese Gedanken auf 224 Seiten zwischen zwei Buchdeckeln gepresst. Ein wirklich empfehlenswertes Buch aus dem Kösel Verlag, um wieder neue Hoffnung zu schöpfen, wie wir aus dieser Falle der enttäuschten Erwartungen wieder ausbrechen können.  Hoffnung für die Enttäuschten? Wir haben uns dieses Buch einmal analytisch vorgenommen und ein sehr munteres Streitgespräch daraus produziert. Warum das Urlaubmachen einen Riss bekommen hat in seiner makellosen Fassade – und ob es dafür ein Reparatur-Kitt gibt  Link zum Buch Um den Podcast zu hören, bitte auf das Kopfhörer-Symbol im Titelbild klicken Der Beitrag Urlaubsfrust – Ist Reisen kaputt? Philipp Laage „Travel is broken“ - Wege aus der Urlaubsfalle erschien zuerst auf Was mit Reisen.

O surto da cepa Andes do hantavírus, que atingiu os passageiros do navio MV Hondius em abril, despertou o trauma da pandemia na França e exigiu uma resposta rápida das autoridades sanitárias para tranquilizar a opinião pública. Mas, de forma surpreendente, o assunto rapidamente foi relegado a segundo plano pelo governo francês e pela imprensa mundial.  Taíssa Stivanin, da RFI em Paris Para o infectologista francês Jean Paul Stahl, membro da SPIL (Sociedade Francesa de Infectologia), e professor de doenças infecciosas e tropicais no CHU (Centro Hospitalar Universitário) de Grenoble, esse esvaziamento se explica pela “precipitação” das autoridades francesas. Segundo ele, a propagação em massa do hantavírus é uma hipótese que poderia ter sido descartada desde o início. Houve “excesso” na comunicação, além de “perda de sangue-frio”.  “É um vírus conhecido há décadas, alvo de publicações científicas há muito tempo. Há uma recomendação das autoridades sanitárias americanas, por exemplo, que data de 2007, e os cientistas conhecem perfeitamente esse vírus desde então. Nesse caso, não há nada de novo. Algumas pessoas se contaminaram, como outras se contaminam regularmente na América do Sul.”  O navio de cruzeiro MV Hondius chegou nesta segunda-feira (18) ao porto de Roterdã, encerrando seu périplo de quase 50 dias, após uma etapa nas Ilhas Canárias para o desembarque dos passageiros e de parte da tripulação. Ele transportava cerca de 150 pessoas de 23 países, quando um foco de hantavírus foi detectado e relatado pela primeira vez, em 2 de maio, pela Organização Mundial da Saúde (OMS).  Até o momento, três passageiros morreram. Oito casos, que incluem essas mortes, foram confirmados, e dois são considerados possíveis, segundo a organização, que insiste, desde o início, que o risco é “limitado” para a população em geral.  Na França, uma mulher de 65 anos, repatriada do Hondius, sentiu-se mal no dia 10 de maio, testou positivo e foi internada em estado grave em Paris. As pessoas que estiveram em contato com contaminados foram hospitalizadas e colocadas em quarentena.  As medidas foram determinadas pelo governo francês em função do período de incubação do vírus, estimado em seis semanas. Mas elas são consideradas excessivas pelo infectologista francês. “Esse vírus só se transmite se a pessoa está doente. Sem sintomas, elas não são contagiosas”, explica o especialista francês. "É preciso entender que todas essas decisões são políticas, não científicas”, resume. Alegando ter a obrigação de “transparência”, a ministra francesa da Saúde, Stéphane Riss, organizou uma coletiva no dia 12 de maio, ao lado de um grupo de cientistas franceses, para esclarecer dúvidas sobre a contagiosidade, modos de transmissão e fatores de risco, deixando claro que muitas perguntas ainda permaneciam sem resposta. Nesse momento, a possível emergência de uma epidemia ainda era difícil de avaliar para o público leigo, e a mobilização das autoridades levantou questões. Para o infectologista francês, a ansiedade da população é compreensível, mas o único elemento novo no recente surto de hantavírus é o contexto — ou seja, o fato de ele ter ocorrido dentro de um cruzeiro. “É um bom enredo e uma história interessante para os jornais”, avalia. “Imagine uma embarcação com um cadáver a bordo durante dez dias e um vírus circulando entre os passageiros.” As características da cepa dos Andes, explica, já antecipavam o cenário atual, sem disseminação. O vírus tem uma taxa baixa de transmissão, estimada em torno de 0,5%, que pode variar de acordo com as circunstâncias. Esse foi o caso do surto no MV Hondius, onde os contatos são próximos e ocorrem em espaços fechados.  Vírus não sofreu mutação  O vírus também não sofreu mutações, como mostraram recentemente os sequenciamentos de seu genoma feitos pelo Instituto Pasteur de Paris, que utilizou amostras de uma paciente contaminada. Essa é, aliás, uma característica conhecida dos hantavírus. A taxa de letalidade, em torno de 40%, também deve ser vista com cautela, pois depende da capacidade e da qualidade de atendimento, que, em áreas remotas da América do Sul, não são similares às dos países europeus.   “É uma infecção grave, conhecida há muito tempo, mas a questão não é essa. Nesse episódio, não havia nenhum elemento novo além do navio”, reitera. “Houve, sem dúvida, uma ou duas transmissões dentro do barco, relacionadas às condições muito particulares que existem dentro de um navio e à promiscuidade inerente a esse meio de transporte. Isso é tudo, e não há nada de novo.”  Segundo um comunicado publicado pelo Instituto Pasteur de Paris, não há tratamento específico disponível, embora um medicamento à base de ribavirina tenha demonstrado eficácia durante uma infecção por um tipo específico do hantavírus (vírus Hantaan). A transfusão de plasma humano contendo anticorpos contra o vírus Andes permitiu reduzir a mortalidade em pacientes infectados, mas o resultado ainda precisa ser confirmado em ensaios clínicos. Os sintomas incluem febre, dores musculares e gastrointestinais, cansaço e podem evoluir para insuficiência respiratória aguda.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin. Together the companions decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are competing in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE 40: THE TOURNAMENT: QUARTER-FINAL THREE: VISH OF AIBAR VS. LI OF FARRCid watched the plump man in green robes, the tournament announcer, stride to the centre of the arena, hold up his hands, and shout to the crowd.“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Quarter Final Three! Vish of Aibar versus Li of Farr!”The crowd cheered its deafening approval as the announcer walked back to the edge of the arena to referee the match.I don't see why they really have to announce what country each fighter is from, Cid thought, not for the first time that day. It just encourages prejudice. The Farrians all already know who their own people are and who to cheer for…Just then a man appeared from out of the dugout tunnel, literally backflipping his way up the short path that led to the arena, where he executed a particularly massive spring from his hands, twisted around several times in the air in a way that Cid couldn't follow, and landed with both his hands held out in a fighting stance, yelling “HYAAAAAAA!” at the top of his lungs.The noise from the crowd grew even more deafening.This must be Li of Farr, thought Cid. A medium-height, tanned Farrian in black trousers but with bare feet and chest, muscles honed to hard lines, and a bowl of short-cropped black hair. The audience clearly know him already. They had been angry at the defeat of the Farrian woman by Sagar in the previous match, but also somewhat confused that she had been a woman, and this was more familiar territory: a male Farrian martial-arts champion who knew how to perform for them.Little do they know, though, Cid thought, that young man Vish will be more than a match for him.Vish…Where was Vish, anyway?Li of Farr had finished his entry routine now and was standing over on one side of the arena awaiting his opponent.Moments passed.The crowd waited quietly, with baited breath.After a while, Li of Farr looked from the dugout to the announcer, cocked his head, and raised a quizzical eyebrow.The announcer shrugged, then shouted in the direction of the dugout, “I repeat, Vish of Aibar!”A pause.Cid could have sworn he heard the sound of crickets chirping somewhere.“Ha!” laughed Li of Farr all of a sudden, spinning around to address the section of the crowd nearest to him. “Stupid foreigner! He must be too afraid to even come out to fight me! Hahaha!”The crowd broke out into laughter too, mimicking the fighter. A forced, chortling, superior sort of laughter.Uh-oh, thought Cid.Young lady Elrann turned to him where she stood alongside. “Er, pops, where's bountyhunterman got to?”“Um…” said Cid, “I thought he was in the dugout with the other tournament finalists…”“But did ya actually see him go down there with farmboy and pirateman?”“Um…” Cid searched his memory, from which Vish was conspicuously absent. “Actually, I don't remember seeing him, not as such, no…” His heart sank.He looked past Elrann to the two newcomers, the hooded bard Quel and green-haired girl Riss. “Did either of you see our Shadowfinger companion come to the arena this morning?”Riss shook her head, tight-lipped and wide-eyed as usual.Quel said from within his hood, “Can't say I did, Master Cid. Apologies.”“Ah,” said Cid. “Poodoo.”“Where's princess-girl gone?” said Elrann. “Can we ask her?”“She went with young man Ryn to talk to the Governor about something. I don't know how we could all have missed Vish this morning... He must still be sleeping off his poppy hit from last night.” Or finding himself some more, Cid added in his head.Meanwhile Li of Farr had begun to prance around the arena floor performing a sequence of flashy fighting moves for the entertainment of the crowd while making more of those ridiculous high-pitched noises.He executed a series of three rapid kicks at nothing with the same foot in quick succession, leapt, turned over horizontally three times in the air, and came down into a series of punches, ending with an almighty quivering backhand strike as he yelled “HWAAAAHH!”The audience lapped it up, cheering and clapping.“It appears that young man Vish may have to end up forfeiting this round…” Cid said quietly. Damn. He was our best chance.“But isn't bountyhunterman, like, our best chance of winning this tournament thing and getting the Earth Emerald?” said Elrann, echoing his thoughts.“Yes. If he doesn't show up, we shall just have to hope that young men Ryn and Sagar continue to hold their own in the fighting…”Cid picked at his beard. Sagar and Ryn had gotten lucky so far, but he wasn't sure whether they would continue to do so as the Finals progressed. Yes, they had elemental projection, but they weren't the methodical, calculating, highly trained fighter that Vish was. When he wasn't laid out from a damn poppy hit. If only he hadn't relapsed. If only he had gotten further in his recovery…“Vish of Aibar,” the tournament announcer was calling one more time in the direction of the dugout, “if you do not present yourself for combat now then you will be forced to forfeit this match and your place in this tournament! I will give you to the count of ten: One!”A figure dressed all in black stumbled out of the entry tunnel.“Alright, alright, I am here,” grumbled Vish in his deep voice. He staggered slowly up to the arena, one hand clutching the top of his head. “No need for me to forfeit. I am just a bit late; that is all.”Cid's eyebrows rose.“Phew, there he is,” said Elrann.But Cid didn't know whether to be relieved or not.The crowd had quietened again. Apparently they didn't know what to make of this black-clad latecomer.Vish took his place on the opposite side of the arena from Li and stood facing him, swaying slightly on his feet, his hand still holding his head.“Alright then…” said the announcer from the side of the arena, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice. “Now that you are both here…BEGIN!”“What's the matter, foreigner?” Li called out at once, voice rising and falling in mockery. “Were you too afraid to meet me in combat? Lost your nerve, did you?”The crowd chuckled.“Well, I don't blame you!” called Li, spurred on by their approval. “I would be scared to fight me too!”The crowd laughed.Li punched the air in his immediate vicinity a few more times, then threw in a few more kicks and a knee-thrust, displaying his skill now not just for the crowd but for Vish. He ended with a straight air-punch which left his arm fully extended and his fist pointed in Vish's direction. He rotated his fist so that his thumb faced upwards, opened his hand, and made a couple of ‘come here' motions at Vish, beckoning him to attack.“Come at me!” Li of Farr challenged.“Oh, just get on with it, would you?” said Vish, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I had a rough one last night. I have a splitting headache and I just want to get this over with.”Li's cocky smile transfigured into a furious scowl. “How dare you insult me?” he said, dropping out of his pose. “Don't you know who I am? I am the great Li of Farr! I have won twelve Farrian Fighting Tournament titles! I am a Grand Master of the ancient fighting arts! My students are feared and respected throughout the whole of Mid!”“I really could not care any less,” hissed Vish through gritted teeth. “I would rather that you just hurry up and get on with this fight, so we can finish it.”Li's eyes bulged.The crowd had stopped laughing.“Insolent foreigner!” Li screeched. “Fine! Have it your way! I will end this contest in one blow!”He pelted across the arena towards Vish with tremendous speed, screaming his head off as he went, “YAAAAAAAAAH!”He arrived at Vish with a humongous backhanded punch–the same one which he had shown off earlier.Vish caught Li's fist with one hand, stopping it in place in front of his head, at the same time punching him in the chest with his other hand, so hard it made an audible bang like metal on metal even though it was just a fist on a chest.Flecks of spittle and blood came out of Li's surprised mouth.The Shadowfinger let go of Li's fist, and the martial artist fell back onto the ground immediately, eyes unfocused with shock. He let out a quiet little whimpering sound, then lost consciousness and lay still, his eyes closing.Vish walked past him, rubbing the hand that he had punched Li with, back towards the dugout.For a moment everyone just looked on in silence, almost as stunned as Li had been, Cid included, only the sound of Vish's footsteps carrying across the arena.Then the announcer called out “One!”, remembering the tournament rules.“Don't waste your breath,” Vish called back over his shoulder as he reached the edge of the arena and walked off it, into the dugout, himself completely disregarding the rules. “He won't be getting up for a while. You'll need to carry him off.”The crowd was quiet. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

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Der Ton zwischen Berlin und Washington hat sich spürbar verschärft. Die USA stoppen vorerst die Stationierung von Tomahawk-Raketen in Deutschland, gleichzeitig verschieben sich strategische Prioritäten Richtung Iran-Krieg zulasten der Ukraine und der europäischen Sicherheit. Im Gespräch mit Wolfgang Ischinger, langjähriger Chef der Münchner Sicherheitskonferenz und Ex-Botschafter in den USA, geht es um die entscheidende Frage: Wie tief ist der transatlantische Riss wirklich und wie lässt er sich reparieren? Ischinger ordnet ein, warum die aktuelle Krise weniger überraschend ist als sie wirkt, welche Rolle amerikanische Munitionsengpässe spielen und warum Deutschland den Konflikt nicht bilateral, sondern im Rahmen der NATO lösen sollte. Mit Blick auf den kommenden NATO-Gipfel in Ankara sieht Wolfgang Ischinger trotz aller Spannungen eine Chance: für mehr europäische Verantwortung – und für eine Neujustierung des Bündnisses in einer veränderten Weltlage. Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es jeden Morgen ab 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team liefern Politik zum Hören – kompakt, international, hintergründig. Für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Der Berlin Playbook-Newsletter bietet jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Jetzt kostenlos abonnieren. Mehr von Rixa Fürsen gibt es auch hier: Instagram: @rixafu | X: @rixa_fursen. POLITICO Deutschland – ein Angebot der Axel Springer Deutschland GmbH Axel-Springer-Straße 65, 10888 Berlin Tel: +49 (30) 2591 0 information@axelspringer.de Sitz: Amtsgericht Berlin-Charlottenburg, HRB 196159 B USt-IdNr: DE 214 852 390 Geschäftsführer: Carolin Hulshoff Pol, Mathias Sanchez Luna Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Kaum einer steht so sehr für den FC Thun wie der ehemalige Balljunge, Goalie und Trainer Hanspeter Latour. Mauro Lustrinelli, der 2004 unter Latour für Thun spielte, holt als Trainer nun erstmals den Meistertitel. Hanspeter Latour redet über den erstaunlichen Aufstieg der Berner Oberländer. Weiter in der Sendung: · Klare Fronten zum Mindestlohn im Walliser Parlament · Restaurant Kreuz in Allmendingen bewirtet den FC Thun · Swisscom reagiert auf einen Riss im Hang im Val d'Anniviers

Seit letztem Herbst bereitet im Val d'Anniviers ein Riss im Boden Sorgen. Im schlimmsten Fall drohen ein Bergsturz und Überschwemmungen. Um die Telefon- und Internetversorgung in diesem Fall zu schützen, trifft die Swisscom Vorbereitungen. Weiter in der Sendung: · In diesen Tagen öffnen die meisten Schwimmbäder in der Region. Wegen laufenden Bauarbeiten öffnen die Becken im Marzili allerdings erst Mitte Juni. · Weil die Frutigenstrasse in Thun saniert wird, bleibt die Bahnhofsunterführung für fünf Monate gesperrt.

Sabine ist zurück in Klein Köris – bei einem alten Bekannten. Schäfer Matthias Rackwitz bewirtschaftet hier seit über 30 Jahren mit seinem Kollegen Schafe und Ziegen in der Landschaftspflege. Als Sabine ihn vor einem Jahr zuletzt besucht hat, schien die Welt noch eine andere zu sein. Der Wolf im Jagdrecht? Für Rackwitz damals kaum vorstellbar. Heute ist genau das Realität. Und mit der erleichterten Jagd wächst für ihn nicht die Sicherheit, sondern die Sorge. Umgeben von gleich fünf Wolfterritorien – und bislang ohne einen einzigen Riss – könnte sich die Lage für seine Herden jederzeit drehen. Für Rackwitz steht fest: Die Jagdverbände überspannen den Bogen. Doch der Brandenburger Jagdverband zeigt sich selbstbewusst. Geschäftsführer Kai Hamann ist überzeugt, dass seine Jäger ausreichend Erfahrung und Fachwissen für die Jagd auf Wölfe mitbringen. Rackwitz will es genau wissen – und fordert ihn heraus: ein Quiz, eine Challenge, zehn Jäger. Der Einsatz ist hoch. Wird Hamann sich darauf einlassen? Währenddessen zeigt sich der Alltag auf der Weide ungefiltert: Die Herdenschutzhunde schlagen an, als Spaziergänger mit Hund vorbeiziehen. Routine für die Tiere – sie sichern die Herde und begleiten die Besucher kontrolliert am Zaun entlang. Wenig später stehen mehrere Ziegen plötzlich außerhalb der Weide. Jetzt zählt jede Minute. Tiere zurück treiben und die Zaunlücke finden. Ein Tag mit Matthias Rackwitz – zwischen politischer Debatte, praktischer Erfahrung und der Frage, wie viel Risiko die Weidetierhaltung künftig noch tragen kann. Edit: Sabine hat im Gespräch fälschlicherweise gesagt, dass Kai Hamann der Vorsitzende vom Landesjagdverband Brandenburg ist. Kai Hamann ist der Geschäftsführer vom LJVB.

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the FIRE RUBY. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Fire Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin, RISS the spirit-summoning girl, and QUEL the water-projecting bard. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are competing in a hand-to-hand fighting tournament in order to attempt to win its grand prize, the EARTH EMERALD…EPISODE THIRTY-EIGHT: THE TOURNAMENT: QUARTER-FINAL ONE: RYN VS. ROGAR THE UNSURPASSABLEThe crowd thronged and pressed against Nuthea.Even though she, Elrann, Cid and the two newcomers, Riss and Quel, had been given a place right at the front of it, next to the wooden barrier, she still felt hemmed-in.There were no seats for this spectacle, so they had to stand like everybody else. Behind and to either side of them, and in front of them on the other side of the flat stone squares of the arena, stood thousands of Farrians, and their children, and in some cases their animals–she had already spotted a cow, a cochobo, and several goats–going back as far as Nuthea could see, pushing up against one another and chattering. The entirety of Farr seemed to have turned out to watch this tournament.Nuthea caught a few sentences.“I heard Rogar made it through the heats,” said an enthusiastic young man somewhere just behind her.“That'd make sense,” said his friend. “He's been dominating on the circuit recently.”“He's my favourite to win.”“What about Li Ash-Tai?”“I don't know if he's even entered.”“If he has, he's sure to take the prize. He's beaten everyone on the circuit, more than once–including Rogar.”“He can't have. Nobody's beaten Rogar.”“I don't know how any of them will be able to fight in this heat, really.”“True. These fights will be endurance tests as much as anything else.”They were right about that. The heat was sticky and cloying. Sweat ran down Nuthea's arms and legs underneath her dress, making it stick to her skin. It never gets this hot in Manolia. She didn't think that Ryn and Sagar would be used to this sort of heat either. Though perhaps Ryn would be able to handle it because of his fire-alignment. That gave her some hope.She looked up at the sky. An unbroken, bright blue canvas for the sun, except for in one place where a single white cloud about the size of half her hand drifted.One God, she prayed. Please help us. Please give us success today. Please help one of Ryn, or Sagar, or Vish to win this.She returned to watching the slabs of the arena floor.If only I had been able to enter, I could have won this with my lightning…In the end she had had to reveal to the others that she was blocked in her lightning in order to explain why she wasn't entering. Elrann and Cid still hadn't wanted to enter either, and neither of the two newcomers were keen, so they had ultimately had to forfeit one of their four assigned places in the quarter finals. The Governor had taken no issue whatsoever with this, and said that there would be plenty of Farrians able to fill the vacant eighth slot from the tournament heats.So they had reduced their chances of winning the tournament already.But had their chances ever been that great? Could any of the boys really win this?Vish, she thought. He should be able to cope in this sort of heat, given that he was from Aibar originally. The Shadowfinger was probably their best chance of winning this tournament, since he was the most proficient hand-to-hand fighter among them by a long way.True, he did not possess any elemental magic, though, so that could tip the balance in Ryn's or Sagar's favour, if they ended up using it. Of those two, Sagar was the more skilled fighter, and had been fighting with his gift for longer.However, some of the Farrians might have elemental projection as well now, from the Emerald. That could mean that Ryn would have the advantage, if he used his magic, what with earth-alignment being vulnerable to attacks from fire-alignment, as they'd found in the Earth Temple.But they didn't want to use their magic unless they absolutely had to, as they didn't want to make their location known to the Empire. So far they appeared to have gotten away with avoiding that, since the audience at the Manyiro play seemed to have thought that Ryn and Sagar's powers were part of the show, though that had only happened last night. On the other hand, the Farrians were so skilled at hand-to-hand fighting that magic might not even come into it–in which case that brought her back full circle to Vish as their best chance.If Vish won, though, could they trust him to hand over the Jewel to the group for safekeeping? Could they really trust this former Shadowfinger whose life Ryn had spared, just because Grandfather Cid was supplying him with poppy, and supposedly helping him to ‘come off' of it? It wasn't as if he was even making much progress in doing that, given his own activities last night.Nuthea shook her head. Vish had proved his allegiance time and again on their journey, by fighting alongside them and stepping in to save their lives multiple times. Of course he could be trusted.Or at least, so she hoped…She lifted her eyes to the sky again.Oh, and One God, would you please un-silence me and give me back my lightning powers again?She sighed. What was the use? She had prayed this prayer many times, and it just didn't seem to be being answered. Or at least, if it was being answered it wasn't in the way that she wanted. Oh well. She would just have to keep praying it. That was all she could do.“Here we are,” said Cid at her side. “It's starting.”Nuthea looked.From the mouth of a narrow tunnel built into the ground in front of the wooden barrier at the far side of the arena strode a thick-set man with a shaved head in the green garb of the Farrian fighting monks.As soon as he became visible the crowd roared with approval, a deafening wave of noise that almost knocked Nuthea over.The man walked to the centre of the square arena, smiling at the cheering and applause. He had a wide face and a mischievous smile.He made a few rotations, clapping and cheering himself and making raising gestures with his hands. The shouts of the crowd grew even louder. He was whipping them up into a frenzy.Then the man held up both hands, and miraculously the crowd stopped cheering all of a sudden and went quiet.An eerie hush fell over the arena, almost as disturbing as the noise had been. Nuthea could hear her heartbeat inside her head. A mosquito buzzed past her ear, thrumming briefly before flying away.“Fellow Farrians!” the monk bellowed, voice carrying over the crowd. “Welcome to the One Hundred and Twenty-First Fighting Tournament at Tenkachi!”The crowd began to cheer again, , but the announcer held up his hands once more, calming them.“Please!” he yelled. “Save your adulation for the combatants! Many qualifying bouts have been fought, and we now have eight quarter-final contenders ready to fight for your entertainment today!”More cheering, and the announcer had to motion for quiet yet again. Nuthea was glad that the Governor had allowed Ryn, Sagar and Vish to bypass the heats and go straight to the final bracket, even if the Farrian crowds didn't know this.“As you know,” the announcer continued, “the rules of the tournament are simple: If a combatant falls out of bounds”—he indicated the dirt perimeter that bordered the arena in front of the wooden barrier that separated it from the crowd–“or if they yield, are incapacitated, unconscious or otherwise unable to fight for the count of ten, then their opponent is declared the winner of the round! Now, without further ado, I give you your first quarter-finalists: Ryn of Efstan versus Rogar the Unsurpassable of Morekemia!”The crowd cheered and applauded, though not as loudly as it might have. Nuthea was surprised to hear that ‘Rogar' was not a Farrian, but a Morekemian, but gathered from what she had overheard earlier that he was a foreign free agent who fought on Farr's tournament circuit. So not everyone who had progressed from the heats was a native Farrian—that must have irritated the Governor.She watched as Ryn walked out of the tunnel that the announcer had emerged from. His eyes found her at the front of the crowd, then quickly looked away. The boy took his place on one side of the arena.Nuthea winced. Ryn didn't seem to know where to put his hands, and ended up half-hugging himself with one of his arms. He looked hopelessly uncomfortable.Then ‘Rogar the Unsurpassable of Morekemia' walked out of the dugout.Oh dear, thought Nuthea.Ryn regarded the man standing ten paces away from him across the arena floor.About two feet taller than him, Rogar the Unsurpassable cast a shadow that almost reached the young Efstanish farmboy even in the midday sun. The man was a giant. He was even bigger than Huld. The difference between this man and Huld, however, was that whereas Huld's bulk was all honed muscle, Rogar's was fat.There was no other way to put it. A gigantic girth almost burst out of his trousers, which appeared to be made out of stitched-together sack-cloth, spilling over the top of them where they were tied together by a belt of rope. He was hairy- and bare-chested, except for a glistening black leather waistcoat which covered his nipples, but not all of the enormous rolls of fat that sat atop his belly like breasts, bigger than those of any woman that Ryn had ever seen.Most of Rogar's face was hidden by a thick mess of curly, deep-black beard which came down past his collarbone. Two mad beady black eyes peered out from above it, intensely focused on Ryn with a look of deranged glee. The top of his head was shaved, except for where a ponytail stuck out the back of it and hung down behind his neck.Can a man so fat really be so skilled at fighting? Ryn thought. He may be big, but I am sure I am younger, and nimbler, and faster. I'll use the techniques Vish has taught me to best him before he even has a chance to get a blow in. I'm not scared of him.Although, if he wasn't scared, then why was he shaking in his boots?Somewhere far off, as if from outside a pool of water that he was submerged in, Ryn was aware that the tournament announcer was declaring the beginning of their bout. He didn't fully heed it because all of his attention was focused on Rogar.Unexpectedly, the giant spoke. “Do you know why they call Rogar ‘Rogar the Unsurpassable', boy?” He had a deep, grizzly voice with a sadistic edge to it, and appeared to be referring to himself in the third person. He spoke loud enough that anyone in the audience, which had gone completely silent, would be able to hear him.Ryn thought about trying to make some witty remark about the man's size in reply, but his mind was fog and none came to him.The giant didn't wait for a response anyway. “It's 'cause Rogar has never been beaten in single combat. Rogar has been doing this for years, and he is much better at it than you are!”Ryn's mouth had gone very dry. How did the giant know that? He hadn't even seen Ryn fight. He's just making an unmerited assumption…isn't he?Now Rogar did drop his voice, so that only Ryn and the nearest audience members would be able to hear. “Rogar heard they even let you skip the heats for some reason. Why? You are clearly only a puny untrained insect. What do the tournament organisers know that Rogar doesn't?”Ryn had no reply. He could give none. He decided that he would let his actions, and his fighting, speak for him instead.Slowly and deliberately, he shifted his body into a fighting stance that Vish had shown them, standing facing his opponent side-on with his right foot forward, his left hand pulled back to his waist in a fist, and his right hand raised in front of his face with bent index and middle fingers extending slightly out from it, trying as hard as he could to hold himself so he did not tremble.Rogar visibly suppressed a laugh, then turned it into a wide grin, showing brown and rotting teeth through his beard.“Okay, Efstanish,” he said, back at his original theatrical volume. “You have some heart, Rogar gives you that. Rogar will give you one free blow. Rogar should warn you though, his other nickname is ‘Rogar the Insatiable'. Rogar eats children like you for breakfast. And once you have had your free blow, Rogar will eat you!”At this goad a large component of the assembled crowd cheered, so loud that the noise broke through Ryn's bubble of concentration. The cheer had bloodthirst in it.The thing was, Ryn could genuinely imagine this man eating children. But he didn't really do that, did he? That was just theatrics. That was just a taunt designed to unsettle him, surely?Rogar raised a tree-trunk arm and beckoned Ryn towards himself. “Come on, little boy!” He spread his hands in a gesture of welcome. “Take your free shot at Rogar! Please!”Ryn gritted his teeth. Pressure had built up in his groin–he needed to pee. Could the crowd see that he was shaking?It doesn't matter that he's taunting me, he thought. One of us needs to win this, and I'm going to try my hardest for it to be me. I just need to try not to use my fire projection if I can manage it, so as not to give us away.His eyes jumped to the place at the front of the crowd where he had seen Nuthea when he had walked out. There she was, hunched and tensed, both hands raised to her mouth. It looked as though she was biting her nails.He looked back at the gigantic form of Rogar the Unsurpassable, whose hands were still spread in invitation, presenting him with his opportunity of a free attack.Please don't me look stupid and be humiliated, especially in front of Nuthea.Ryn ran at Rogar across the square stone slabs of the arena floor.He pulled back his fist as he approached, but deliberately did not will fire into it.“Hyah!” he yelled as he punched, twisting his fist round as it moved through the air, just like Vish had taught them to do.Ryn's fist went right into Rogar's paunch with a dull thwap……and stayed there, buried.The folds of flesh just swallowed his hand up, accepting it, containing it, absorbing the force of the punch completely.“Ahahahaha!” Rogar laughed heartily, clutching his sides as his whole belly shook–Ryn felt the vibrations running from his hand down his arm, making his teeth knock together. “You want another free shot, Efstanish? Have one! Have two! Have three! Have as many as you want! Ahahahaha!”When Rogar spoke Ryn did not just hear the words with his ears, but felt them moving horribly from the giant's belly, through his arm and his whole body. He felt them in his bones.He heard the crowd watching them laughing too, somewhere.His heart sank within him.Mother. Father. Hometown. Found Vorr. Got Vorr. Killed Vorr. Find the Jewels. Save the world. Stay with Nuthea. Don't look like a fool in front of Nuthea. Get the Emerald. Beat this man.Damned if he was going to give up this easily.Ryn's temper lit, but he still retained just enough self-control to stop his hand from lighting on fire too. He hadn't completely exhausted the non-elemental approach yet.He pulled his fist out of the Morekemian's gut. It came out with a slippery squerching sound and Rogar's belly fat wobbled back into place after it.Ryn smashed his fist into the laughing man's nose, which he could just about reach.Without pausing, he followed up with an uppercut to Rogar's chin with his other hand.Then a kick to his leg, then another spinning kick to his side, then several more punches to his chest.Ryn had gained momentum now.He threw blow after blow at the man, hitting him all over his body, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on the massive Morekemian.Eventually, Ryn ran out of steam.He stopped punching and kicking and took a step back, huffing and puffing hard from the exertion.Rogar was laughing again.Ryn's attacks had had no visible effect whatsoever on the man. His punches and kicks had either bounced off Rogar's flesh without leaving a bruise, or been absorbed by it. The man did not even have any marks on his skin from Ryn's efforts, let alone bruises.Well, poodoo, Ryn thought. He might as well have been throwing pebbles against a huge hanging slab of meat.“Ahahahaha!” Rogar laughed, holding his heaving belly. The crowd were laughing again too, sadistic and relishing. “Now do you see why they call Rogar ‘the Unsurpassable', puny child? Rogar has shown you why, and now he will show you why they also call him Rogar the Insatiable!”Damn it, I need to use my fire, Ryn thought as the giant strode towards him.He threw another punch at the man's chest–this time lighting his fist aflame.Quick as a snake-strike, Rogar's hand shot out and grabbed Ryn's forearm, squeezing it vice-tight.Pain flashed along Ryn's arm so bright and sudden that it made his fire go out instantly.Before he knew what was happening, a strange weightless sensation took him as Rogar lifted him up from the ground by the arm……and then the arena floor slammed into Ryn's face.Shock reverberated through his body. His vision blurred. He tasted copper.The pain caught up to him. Pain in his nose, pain in his head, pain flashing along the front of his body. So much pain. He heard himself crying out with it.The crowd were cheering vehemently now, though Ryn could hear someone screaming too. Was that him screaming, or somebody else?The vice-grip still held his arm tight. He caught a blurry glimpse of some of the people in the crowd moving across his vision as Rogar lifted him into the air again……then slammed him back down against the stony floor.Pain, pain, so much pain.His vision blurred again, and yet new pain wracked him.The man was smacking him against the ground like some sort of plaything, Ryn understood somewhere in a corner of his mind.Fire… he thought dimly with what was left of his wits. I've got to use my fire…But then he smacked down against the ground another time and the thought was knocked out him.Up, down, up, down. He hit the ground again and again.There was a lull in the beating. Ryn's head swam and spots danced in his vision. He was aware of blood running down his face, into his mouth. He may have lost consciousness a few times, but the next thing he became aware of was that he was hanging by his arm in front of Rogar's horrible bearded face.Someone was still screaming somewhere in amongst the cheers of bloodlust coming from the crowd. Nuthea. Ryn didn't have the energy left to scream himself.“—quite tough,” Rogar's voice was saying somewhere. “Rogar will give you that too, Efstanish. Rogar would have expected you to pass out by now. The fact that you are awake is something. Oh well. Come here for a cuddle.”Amidst the pain, Ryn was aware of being pressed up against Rogar's flesh–against the sticky, sweaty, smelly flesh of his chest, and the curly chest hairs that tickled his broken nose and his bloody cheeks.Two impossibly thick cords of rope constricted around his arms and torso.No–not ropes. They were Rogar's arms. The giant had enclosed him in a massive bear hug.And then Rogar squeezed.“Aaaaarrrggghhhh!” Ryn screamed in a paroxysm of pain. He felt some of his ribs snapping.The spots in his vision turned black, and started growing, threatening to consume it.Fire… he thought vaguely, though the thought was almost entirely drowned out by the pain. I've got to use my fire…But it was no use. The pain was so intense, and the blackness in his vision so all-consuming, and it had spread to the whole of it. He had lost focus completely now, and his thoughts became very slow. He was about to lose consciousness.One God…help me…The crowd was roaring again.Only, it wasn't a pleased, triumphant kind of roar anymore. It sounded more like an angry sort of roar, punctuated by shouts of outrage and harshly-called phrases that Ryn could not make out.He opened his eyes and found himself looking up at the sky. Clear blue, with the bright orb of the sun off slightly to the side, except, curiously, for one small dark cloud that had formed.Nuthea appeared in his vision, brows knotted in concern. She looked pretty when she frowned. Then again, she always looked pretty.“Are you alright, Ryn?” she asked.He realised he wasn't in pain any more. That had been his most recent memory from before he had passed out: Pain. So much pain.“Yes…” he answered her. “Somehow…”He remembered what he had been doing before the pain.“Oh! Did I lose the fight? What happened to me?”“That horrible man squeezed you until you passed out,” Nuthea said. “But when you passed out, your fire-gift activated. Your whole body exploded with fire, so powerfully that it blasted him out of the arena, right into the crowd, and burned him–quite badly. Cid had to go and heal him even before he came and healed you.”“Cid?”The old man popped up next to Nuthea. “Hello.”“Oh. Thank you for healing me.”“A pleasure, young man!” Cid smiled, showing his teeth. “It took considerably less mana than I had to use on our friend Rogar the Unsurpasaable over there…”Ryn looked back to Nuthea. “That man was so strong… So…I lost the match, then?”Now Elrann appeared too, next to Cid. “No you didn't, farmboy! Didn't ya listen to what princess-girl said? You passed out, sure, but ya gotta be out for the count of ten before they make the other guy the winner. Fat-man landed out of bounds before you got anywhere near a count of ten. So ya won! Way to go. Pretty impressive that you managed to win and pass out at the same time, though. You're always passing out, ain't ya? It's, like, your ‘thing'. Fact, it had been a little while since you last passed out. I think you were probably due one.”Ryn couldn't help himself from grinning at her.“The crowd are pretty pissed off about it, though,” Elrann continued.“What? Why?”“Well, they thought Rogar was a dead cert to win, for sure. He's pretty popular on the regular fighting circuits apparently. And for most of your match he dominated.”Ryn winced at the memory of his useless blows bouncing off the man's flesh, of being repeatedly slammed against the floor and then crushed in a bear hug by the big Morekemian.“But then right at the end ya did something they ain't ever seen before, and you won unexpectedly, all of a sudden, without even being awake! They feel like you cheated. They feel cheated.”“But I didn't cheat…” said Ryn. “The Governor said we could use elemental projection if we wanted to. I just held out trying not to because of what Nuthea said about keeping it a secret for as long as possible…”“Yes…” said Nuthea. “Well, the chocobo's out of the stable on that one now, isn't it? I know it wasn't your fault though. We need to talk about this some more. But let's get you out of this arena first. Come on, they're waiting to start the next match.”She took Ryn's hand and helped him onto his feet. As he stood, the crowd immediately started to jeer and boo him. He saw faces scowling.“Cheat!” someone shouted.“Trickster!”“Charlatan!”“Sorcerer!”Poodoo to you, Ryn thought as Cid and Elrann returned to their viewing area and he walked with Nuthea back towards the entrance of the tunnel that led from the arena to the preparation chambers, the announcer ushering them off while making calming gestures to try to pacify the crowd as they continued to boo. I don't care if you think I ‘cheated', Ryn thought. Find the Jewels. Save the world. Stay with Nuthea. Win the tournament. Get the Emerald. At whatever cost. By whatever means.They made their way down the tunnel, and the daylight was blocked off, then replaced by lantern-light. Close air pushed in at Ryn inside the stuffy preparation chamber where he had waited with Rogar and the other combatants before going out to fight his match, carved out of the brown earth of Farr like so many of its structures.Sagar ran up to him straight away.“You won, pup?”Ryn nodded. He wasn't sure whether Sagar was concerned for him or for himself. “Yes,” he said, “But I had to use my fire. I wasn't planning to, it just sort of happened. So they know at least one of us has elemental projection now.”“Yes,” said Nuthea. “And news will travel. We need to get this tournament over with as fast as possible. You may want to use your gift too, Sagar, but remember you're wanted by the Empire as well, so you do so at your own risk.”Sagar set his jaw. “Got it.” He dropped his voice in a rare moment of seriousness. “It's easier for me to hide my projection than you, pup. But if I have to use it, I will.”From beyond the tunnel came the distant sound of a man shouting something very loudly. The referee announcing the second quarter final–Sagar's match.“Sagar,” Ryn said. “Be careful out there. The guy I fought was really strong.”The corner of Sagar's mouth twitched up, whether from amusement or because he appreciated the concern, Ryn couldn't tell.“Don't worry about me, pup,” Sagar said. His brown eyes twinkled. “I've got this.”The Farrian announcer appeared in the entrance to the dugout.“Sagar of Imfis?” he asked, looking around.“Here,” said Sagar, holding up a hand.“And Hiuna of Farr?” said the announcer.“Here,” said a defiant, distinctly female voice.Ryn turned to see a woman dressed in the same green robes that Huld and the other Farrian monks wore, tied at the waist with a black cloth belt, striding forward. He recognised her as one of the other quarter-finalists that had been gathered together in the dugout before his first fight with Rogar. It would have been easy to mistake her for one of the male monks were it not for her slightly-higher-than-male-pitched voice and her short dark hair. That by itself set her apart from all the other monks, whose heads were all shaven.“Godsdammit,” Sagar murmured under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Why do I always get paired up with these women who want to look and behave like men?”“Do you?” asked Ryn, confused.“Nevermind…” said Sagar. “I'll be fine.”“Don't underestimate her, Sagar,” Ryn said quietly. “I meant it: The guy I fought was really strong. Remember we got a free pass through the heats. That lady has beaten a load of people to get here, unlike us.” 111“Enough, pup!” Sagar brushed him off. “I've told you I'll be fine!”He walked out of the dugout shoulder to shoulder with ‘Hiuna of Farr' to go and fight his match against her.“Let's go and watch them!” Ryn said to Nuthea, still standing a little way away.“Not yet,” Nuthea said. “We need to go and talk to the Governor first.”“We do?”“We do. You showed the Farrian audience that you have the gift of fire. That's fair enough, given that you needed to use it to beat that man as there was no way you were going to beat him without using it.”Ryn fought back a blush unsuccessfully. His cheeks heated, and not from his ‘gift of fire'.“But word of this will travel,” Nuthea continued. “It may take a few days for it to reach Morekemia so many miles away, but we can be sure it will reach them eventually. We can't take any chances. We need to convince the Governor to get this tournament over with as quickly as possible. That way we can claim the Earth Emerald and get out of here with it as soon as we can. If the Empire send anyone here to investigate before we have the Emerald, it could be disastrous–if they have any soldiers left who can project fire, we now know that earth is weak to fire, so even if the Governor has used the Emerald to grant more of his monks earth projection, they wouldn't stand a chance.“Right,” said Ryn, grasping the seriousness of the situation. “Let's go and talk to him, then.”“Hold it right there, boy,” said a grizzly, hostile voice.Ryn, who had turned and been about to walk off, froze in place and looked up into the fat, frowning, bushy-black-bearded face of Rogar the Unsurpassable. His blood ran cold.“What did you do to Rogar?” the humongous Morekemian growled. “Rogar had you utterly beaten, Rogar had you crushed and soon to be out-for-the-count, and then all of a sudden you explode with fire on Rogar, and blast him out of the arena? What did you do, little boy?”Apparently Rogar referred to himself in the third person even off the arena tiles.“Er…” Ryn said. “I guess I can tell you, seeing as everyone will know before too long…” I'll probably have to use them again to win my next match anyway, he thought. “I have fire projection powers. I got them from a magical ruby which my father gave me just before he died.”Rogar looked at Ryn for a few moments with his beady, vein-riddled eyes, peering out over the mass of beard and fat.Ryn wasn't sure what was going on behind those eyes. Was the Morekemian angry, or confused, or had Ryn's explanation satisfied him? Was he about to congratulate Ryn, or try to continue their fight, or pick him up and eat him?Then: “Ahahahahaha!” Rogar burst out laughing, and slapped Ryn hard on the back with one meaty hand, knocking the wind out of him and making him put out both his hands to break his fall.“A magical ruby, he says!” Rogar guffawed, still laughing in between sentences. “That is a good one! Well, whatever you pulled out there, boy, I hope it takes you all the way to winning the final! Rogar thinks that his reputation will stay intact! Either you will beat everyone with your fire trick, or you will be disqualified for cheating and Rogar will be called upon again to fight!”With that, the giant stalked off.Ryn locked eyes with Nuthea from where he lay on the floor. She was suppressing a smile.“Well, that was interesting…” he said. “I guess not everyone out there knows about the Jewels. They might not understand where my fire attack came from.”“Yes,” said Nuthea, helping him to his feet for the second time that day, “of course not. But that doesn't matter. Even if people don't understand where your fire projection came from, they will still talk about it, and sooner or later news of it will reach the Empire. That's why we've got to go and talk to the Governor. Come on.”Nuthea walked with Ryn up the steps of the underground preparation chamber's back exit.This led to an area of the audience specially marked for combatants and their special guests to watch the fighting from.It also contained a wooden platform guarded by green-robed monks, on which sat a number of Farrian officials and, on an elevated chair, the Governor.Nuthea made straight for the platform. On the way she noticed that the lone cloud occupying the sky earlier had grown in size. Odd.The same sickly-looking Farrian minister who had originally granted them an audience with the Governor stood at the foot of the steps to the platform.“Not you again,” he moaned, rolling his eyes. “What do you want?”“We need to talk to the Governor,” said Nuthea.“Of course you do. And are you going to threaten me with magic again to do so?”Nuthea looked across her shoulder at Ryn, who immediately held out his hand, a small flame appearing on his palm.“Alright, alright!” snapped the Farrian. “Put it away. You've caused enough of a scene already today by doing that during your match. You can see him. But he won't be pleased at you interrupting his viewing.”The governor was leant forward in his chair, watching the current match intently, rubbing his chin with a chubby hand. He didn't even acknowledge Nuthea and Ryn.Nuthea could hear the crowd cheering and gasping at Sagar's match, but she couldn't bear to look. There was too much at stake and she was too nervous for the sky-captain.She just hoped that he wasn't being humiliated by his opponent, especially as he had opted not to receive Vish's fighting lessons with the rest of them over their past week in the manse in Shun Pei.“Excuse me Lord Governor, but I need to speak with you about something.”The Governor humoured her with the briefest of looks then returned to watching the fighting. “What is it? Can't you see I'm busy? There's a tournament going on here, for Eto's sake! Your Imfisi rogue is getting his backside served to him by one of our women. One of our women!”Oh dear, Nuthea thought, though she resisted the temptation to look. Sagar won't like that at all.She swallowed, ignoring the other ruler's rudeness. “Be that as it may, what I need to talk to you about is the tournament.”The Governor finally broke off from watching and looked at her properly. “What is it? What's so important that you need to interrupt my viewing of Farr's triumph over you impetuous foreigners?”Nuthea licked her lips. “I'm concerned that now Ryn here has made his fire abilities public, the Empire will get wind of them and come looking for him.”“So what? I fail to see the problem. Why would the Morekemians be interested in a single little Efstanish boy with a pyrotechnic trick? They won't care. Neither do I.”Nuthea decided she didn't need to mention that she, Ryn and Sagar–possibly Cid, Vish and Elrann too–were all wanted by the Empire with bounties on their heads.“But Lord Governor, remember the Empire have encountered the Fire Ruby before. They may even still have some troops that can use fire magic themselves. At the least, if they hear of another fire-wielder they will associate them with the Ruby and may come here looking for it.”“Let them come!” said the Governor, turning back to the match. He winced for a moment as the crowd cheered, perhaps because Sagar had taken a particularly nasty hit, but Nuthea didn't want to know. “Morekemia may be powerful, but the Emperor has never openly challenged the might of Farr. If he dares to do so, we will simply crush his forces. It will be especially easy now that we have the Earth Emerald back again.”“But Lord Governor…” Ryn chipped in, and Nuthea was grateful he did because she wasn't sure whether she could retain her politeness for much longer. “...don't you remember that earth-aligned people and creatures are vulnerable to harm from fire? That's the only reason we were able to retrieve the Emerald from the Earth Temple at all.”“Of that I am sceptical,” said the Governor. “I'm quite convinced that the only reason that you were able to retrieve the Emerald is because I sent Huld with you, from the way you told it. If the Morekemians come here with fire-hurling, as you are so afraid of, we will humiliate them with our greater mastery of earth. You will see, foreigners, that Farr reigns supreme when Huld beats all of you, and everyone else, in this tournament, elemental magic or not. That will put your little minds at rest.”Oh, for The One's sake… Nuthea pulled her lips in tight to avoid speaking her rare blasphemy out loud. She decided to try another approach.“But Lord Governor, even though Farr will doubtless claim victory in this tournament, I am not actually asking that it be called off.”“What?” barked the Governor. “What are you asking for, then? Why are you here wasting my time and distracting me from watching a fine fight?”A ‘fine fight'? That sounded a bit more promising. Maybe Sagar is holding his own after all…Nuthea was getting distracted. “All I am asking is that you consider just…speeding up the tournament a little bit.”“Speeding it up? Why in Mid would I ever want to speed it up? Half of Farr has come to watch, and as the tournament goes on over the next three days the other half will come to watch too, and that is very good for national spirit, and for our economy!”“Yes, Lord Governor, but the longer the tournament goes on for, the more likely the Empire are to hear about Ryn's fire magic. We can't let them get here before…” She broke off, realising she had been about to say something undiplomatic.“Before what?” said the Governor, daring her to say it.“...before we have had a chance to move on.”The Governor snorted. “Well, that is just a chance you are going to have to take, Manolian.” His eyes bulged at the match. “Oh! I wasn't expecting that to happen!”What to happen? thought Nuthea. Ryn looked round and gasped, but she kept her eyes straight ahead.The Governor leaned back in his chair and threw up his hands. “Now the match is over, and because of you I didn't even get to watch it properly.” He finally gave her his full attention. “Your suggestion is ridiculous, Manolian. Not least of all, the combatants need time to recover in between bouts. You can't expect the winners to fight a quarter-final, semi-final and final all in the same day.”“Ah,” said Nuthea “but I have a solution for that. Amongst our party there is a skilled healer, Grandfather Cid, who has the Jewel-imparted gift of being able to revive people from fatigue and injury in an instant. Cid can heal the winning fighters after their matches so that they are able to fight again immediately.”“Aha,” said the Governor, “so that is why you are so interested in speeding along this tournament! You seek to use your old man's tricks on your own combatants, at the expense of the Farrians! That's been your plan all along!”“Lord Governor, no! I would never even consider doing such a thing! That's why I'm telling you about Cid's Jewel-gifted abilities.”“Or so you say. What's to stop you only healing your own combatants, and just pretending to heal ours?”“Nuthea,” said Ryn, “I think Sagar might have actually–”“I wouldn't have even considered doing that,” Nuthea repeated, cutting Ryn off. “I am somewhat offended that you are suggesting I would even be capable of such a deception, Lord Governor. May I remind you that I am the heir-apparent ruler of a sovereign nation?”“Manolian,” said the Governor, “my answer is no. The whole idea is ridiculous. Take your irritating requests somewhere else–or in fact, just do away with them all together! I will not change my mind on this matter.”Nuthea gritted her teeth, and just for a moment she fancied she felt a current run along her arm, down to her fingertips, and that her lightning magic was returning. But then the moment passed.“Fine,” said Nuthea, imitating one of Sagar's less endearing mannerisms, but not caring. “If you won't be persuaded, we shall just have to win this tournament on your terms and take the Emerald away with us in three days' time. I just hope for your sake that the Empire doesn't get wind of our location and come here to find us before then. Come on, Ryn; let's go and find out how Captain Sagar got on.”She made a derisive “Hmpf!” sound, then turned on her heel dramatically and walked away, leaving Ryn to follow.“You show your true colours, Manolian!” the Governor called after her. “You think you can win this, but you cannot! None can compete with the might of Farr–Manolia or Morekemia alike!”As Nuthea and Ryn walked down the platform steps and back towards the entrance to the dugout, she noticed that the single cloud in the sky had now been joined by another one, and they were growing darker. This is a public episode. 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Er war der Architekt einer der größten Karrieren des Weltsports, doch am Ende blieb ein tiefer Riss im einstigen Familienidyll. In dieser Folge von Tatort Sport blicken wir hinter die Kulissen des „Tennisimperiums“ der Familie Graf in Brühl. Wie konnte aus dem ehrgeizigen Vater und Manager Peter Graf eine Machtfigur werden, die das Schicksal der Weltranglisten-Ersten Steffi Graf lenkte – und dabei völlig die Kontrolle verlor?  Malte Asmus rekonstruiert ein illegales System aus Briefkastenfirmen, Barzahlungen in Jutebeuteln und politischer Verflechtung, das schließlich am 2. August 1995 mit einem Haftbefehl im Esszimmer der Familie endete. In dieser Folge erfahrt ihr: Der Aufstieg: Wie Peter Graf ... WERBUNG Wenn du deinem Vierbeiner eine Freude machen willst: Bei Fressnapf sind in teilnehmenden Märkten dauerhaft über 500 Preise reduziert. Klick fressnapf.de/aktionen-angebote/dauerhaft-reduziert/ WERBUNG Hill´s Science Plan bietet leckere Vielfalt für jedes Tier. ActivBiome+ Multi-Benefit in ausgewähltem Trockenfutter unterstützt Verdauung, Immunsystem und Organe – probier es aus und sichere dir 20 % Rabatt! Klick tierarzt24.de/hills-pet-nutrition?brandname=Science-Plan Rabattcode: Hills20 (anwendbar auf alle Hill`s Science Plan-Produkte; kein Mindestbestellwert; gültig zwischen dem 01.03. und dem 31.05.2026) Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

Er war der Architekt einer der größten Karrieren des Weltsports, doch am Ende blieb ein tiefer Riss im einstigen Familienidyll. In dieser Folge von Tatort Sport blicken wir hinter die Kulissen des „Tennisimperiums“ der Familie Graf in Brühl. Wie konnte aus dem ehrgeizigen Vater und Manager Peter Graf eine Machtfigur werden, die das Schicksal der Weltranglisten-Ersten Steffi Graf lenkte – und dabei völlig die Kontrolle verlor?  Malte Asmus rekonstruiert ein illegales System aus Briefkastenfirmen, Barzahlungen in Jutebeuteln und politischer Verflechtung, das schließlich am 2. August 1995 mit einem Haftbefehl im Esszimmer der Familie endete. In dieser Folge erfahrt ihr: Der Aufstieg: Wie Peter Graf ... Folgt uns auf Instagram: Tatort Sport WERBUNG Wenn du deinem Vierbeiner eine Freude machen willst: Bei Fressnapf sind in teilnehmenden Märkten dauerhaft über 500 Preise reduziert. Klick fressnapf.de/aktionen-angebote/dauerhaft-reduziert/ WERBUNG Hill´s Science Plan bietet leckere Vielfalt für jedes Tier. ActivBiome+ Multi-Benefit in ausgewähltem Trockenfutter unterstützt Verdauung, Immunsystem und Organe – probier es aus und sichere dir 20 % Rabatt! Klick tierarzt24.de/hills-pet-nutrition?brandname=Science-Plan Rabattcode: Hills20 (anwendbar auf alle Hill`s Science Plan-Produkte; kein Mindestbestellwert; gültig zwischen dem 01.03. und dem 31.05.2026) Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

Er war der Architekt einer der größten Karrieren des Weltsports, doch am Ende blieb ein tiefer Riss im einstigen Familienidyll. In dieser Folge von Tatort Sport blicken wir hinter die Kulissen des „Tennisimperiums“ der Familie Graf in Brühl. Wie konnte aus dem ehrgeizigen Vater und Manager Peter Graf eine Machtfigur werden, die das Schicksal der Weltranglisten-Ersten Steffi Graf lenkte – und dabei völlig die Kontrolle verlor?  Malte Asmus rekonstruiert ein illegales System aus Briefkastenfirmen, Barzahlungen in Jutebeuteln und politischer Verflechtung, das schließlich am 2. August 1995 mit einem Haftbefehl im Esszimmer der Familie endete. In dieser Folge erfahrt ihr: Der Aufstieg: Wie Peter Graf ... WERBUNG Wenn du deinem Vierbeiner eine Freude machen willst: Bei Fressnapf sind in teilnehmenden Märkten dauerhaft über 500 Preise reduziert. Klick fressnapf.de/aktionen-angebote/dauerhaft-reduziert/ Dieser Podcast wird vermarktet von der Podcastbude.www.podcastbu.de - Full-Service-Podcast-Agentur - Konzeption, Produktion, Vermarktung, Distribution und Hosting.Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen?Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich.Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.

The AS Senate at UCSB has the ability to create temporary Senate committees to address concerns and important issues on campus. In early February, the Senate convened to form a temporary Student Safety Committee following a reported sexual assault at the UCSB Lagoon in October 2025. KCSB's Tatiana Jacquez spoke with Senator Riss, Chair of the new Student Safety Committee, to learn more about the MSUs, next steps, and what the committee learned from the pilot program.

Während die Bewohner schliefen, drang ein dreister Einbrecher mitten in der Nacht in ein Einfamilienhaus in Suhr ein. Die Bewohner alarmierten sofort die Polizei. Noch am Tatort nahm die Kantonspolizei den Verdächtigen fest. Weiter in der Sendung: · Hochwald: Leerstehender Pferdestall wird bei Brand komplett zerstört - niemand verletzt. · FC Aarau patzt in Bellinzona. Aarau muss sich bei Schlusslicht Bellinzona mit einem 0:0 begnügen. · Kloster Mariastein: Vor 100 Jahren ehrte der Papst das Kloster. Dieses feiert das Jubiläum nun mit einem neuen Klosterplatz.

Welche Rolle spielte das Konzentrationslager Buchenwald für die DDR? Und welche Rolle spielt es für die gesamtdeutsche Erinnerung? Warum ist der Holocaust nach wie vor nicht in der Mitte der Gesellschaft angekommen?

Brought to you by Stone and Wood...Pretty cooking conditions at Winkipop today as the Brazilians once again dominate with a surreal display of aerial surfing in a howling offshore. Izzy Nichols showed why she's the defending Bells champion and one of the best surfers in the world on any right point. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Stefanie Schüler-Springorum stellt erstmals die westdeutsche Nachkriegsgesellschaft aus Sicht der Menschen dar, die im Nationalsozialismus verfolgt wurden. Damit erzählt sie eine bislang weitgehend ausgeblendete Geschichte. Sie schildert die Erfahrungen von überlebenden Juden und Sinti und Roma, von ehemaligen Zwangsarbeitern und Homosexuellen im westlichen Teil Deutschlands in den ersten Nachkriegsjahrzehnten. Das gängige Bild von der gelungenen Demokratisierung der Bundesrepublik bekommt durch diese Geschichten einen Riss. Die Erfahrungen der ehemals Verfolgten zeigen, dass der Hass und die Ressentiments gegen sie nicht einfach verschwanden, sie waren tief im Denken der Menschen verankert und sind es zum Teil bis heute. Die Gründe und Funktionen dieser Einstellungen mögen sehr unterschiedlich sein, doch sie haben eines gemeinsam: den Wunsch der Mehrheitsgesellschaft, dass die betroffenen Menschen nicht da sein sollten. Den Originalbeitrag und mehr finden Sie bitte hier: https://lisa.gerda-henkel-stiftung.de/bfz_verfolgte_ns_bundesrepublik_schueler_springorum

Predigt vom 05.04.2026 Pastorin Isabelle Heinzel Bibeltext: 1. Korinther 15, 19-28 Link zur Predigt: https://1aj5r4k.podcaster.de/predigt/media/20260405.mp3

Such a joy chatting with fellow New Englander Riss M. Neilson as we celebrated her latest romance, The Bridge Back to You. Set against the backdrop of a restaurant and a touch of forced proximity, it's the perfect recipe for heart, heat, and so much more. I found myself telling Riss again and again her stories feel like the people we know and the lives we've lived.After speaking with her, it's so clear how deeply she values human connection and how it shapes healing, love, and family. We talked about everything from our shared love of the beach and books to writing, grief, and the ways our pasts can quietly influence our futures. Riss is incredibly thoughtful and insightful, with a warmth and positivity that truly shine both in conversation and on the page.

Im Vorfeld der EU-Abstimmung über "Return Hubs" für Geflüchtete haben sich EVP und Rechtspopulisten abgesprochen. "Das, was auf der Tagesordnung steht, ist der Vorschlag der EVP", sagt die EVP-Abgeordnete Lena Düpont: "Es wäre schön, wenn die S&D zustimmt." Von WDR 5.

Riss M. Neilson, author of The Bridge Back to You, joins us to welcome the rebirth of spring with her highly anticipated celebration of Black love and food.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/tavis-smiley--6286410/support.

Il a traversé le monde… sans argent, sans plan, juste avec son pouce.Jules Riss n'est ni un entrepreneur classique, ni un aventurier “Instagram”.Et pourtant, il a parcouru plus de 15 000 km en autostop jusqu'à Bangkok, traversé l'Atlantique en bateau-stop, gravi un volcan à plus de 6000 mètres…Mais le plus fou dans cette histoire, ce n'est pas la performance. C'est les rencontres.Dans cet épisode de Serial Entrepreneurs, Jules me raconte comment un simple trajet en stop pour rentrer de soirée a changé sa vie. Et pourquoi, selon lui, la peur est la meilleure boussole que tu puisses suivre.Dans cet épisode, tu vas découvrir :- Comment il est passé de salarié à aventurier- Pourquoi l'autostop est une école de vie- Ce que 9 mois autour du monde lui ont appris- Son aventure avec sa grand-mère de 90 ans

Riss M. Neilson joins me today to talk about her new romance, The Bridge Back to You. This is a second chance love story between two exes who unexpectedly inherit shares of the same restaurant – the restaurant that he runs, and that she kind of ran away from.There is so much to discuss in this book: we talk about characters with chronic illnesses like endometriosis, or mental illnesses like OCD. We talk about the astrology of her characters and what insights she can gain from their charts, and then, she gives us a list of restaurants to try if we're ever in Providence, Rhode Island. And Riss even expands my theory about which foods are the universal expression of human love....Support for this episode comes from Savage Bonds by EV Mitchell, a gritty, paranormal slow-burn body-positive romance with lots of spice, some knotting, and shared psychic sexytimes. Savage Bonds is available now in Kindle Unlimited, or in print from the author's website or your local library! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Riss M. Neilson joins me today to talk about her new romance, The Bridge Back to You. This is a second chance love story between two exes who unexpectedly inherit shares of the same restaurant – the restaurant that he runs, and that she kind of ran away from.There is so much to discuss in this book: we talk about characters with chronic illnesses like endometriosis, or mental illnesses like OCD. We talk about the astrology of her characters and what insights she can gain from their charts, and then, she gives us a list of restaurants to try if we're ever in Providence, Rhode Island. And Riss even expands my theory about which foods are the universal expression of human love....Support for this episode comes from Savage Bonds by EV Mitchell, a gritty, paranormal slow-burn body-positive romance with lots of spice, some knotting, and shared psychic sexytimes. Savage Bonds is available now in Kindle Unlimited, or in print from the author's website or your local library! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In der Linkspartei tobt ein bitterer Kampf um die Deutung des Nahostkonflikts. Während die „alte Garde“ um Gregor Gysi den Schutz Israels als Staatsräson verteidigt , formiert sich an der Basis und in Landesverbänden wie Niedersachsen ein radikaler antizionistischer Flügel. Wie die Parteispitze versucht, das zu moderieren und dabei womöglich den moralischen Kompass verliert, analysiert Gordon Repinski. Janis Ehling, Bundesgeschäftsführer der Linken, stellt sich im 200-Sekunden-Interview der Frage, wie tief der Riss wirklich geht und wie man in der Partei eine klare Grenze zum Antisemitismus ziehen und gleichzeitig wieder zusammen finden kann. In Brüssel beginnt ein entscheidender EU-Gipfel unter extremem Zeitdruck. Kanzler Friedrich Merz und Frankreichs Präsident Emmanuel Macron müssen ihre Differenzen beiseite legen, um den „Dauer-Blockierer“ Viktor Orbán zur Freigabe der 90-Milliarden-Hilfen für die Ukraine zu bewegen. Hans von der Burchard berichtet aus Brüssel über den deutsch-französischen Motor, die Drohungen von Donald Trump und die europäische Antwort auf die eskalierende Lage im Iran. Unseren Podcasts „Inside AfD“ findet ihr hier und „Power & Policy“ hier. Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es jeden Morgen ab 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team liefern Politik zum Hören – kompakt, international, hintergründig. Für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Der Berlin Playbook-Newsletter bietet jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Jetzt kostenlos abonnieren. Mehr von Host und POLITICO Executive Editor Gordon Repinski: Instagram: @gordon.repinski | X: @GordonRepinski. POLITICO Deutschland – ein Angebot der Axel Springer Deutschland GmbH Axel-Springer-Straße 65, 10888 Berlin Tel: +49 (30) 2591 0 information@axelspringer.de Sitz: Amtsgericht Berlin-Charlottenburg, HRB 196159 B USt-IdNr: DE 214 852 390 Geschäftsführer: Carolin Hulshoff Pol, Mathias Sanchez Luna Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Auch 80 Jahre nach der Buchenwald-Befreiung ist die Erinnerung an den Holocaust nicht in der demokratischen Mitte angekommen. Ines Geipel taucht noch einmal in die Vergangenheit ein und befragt die Legenden nach 1945.

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Mit ihrem Buch "Landschaft ohne Zeugen. Buchenwald und der Riss der Erinnerung" ist die Autorin für den Preis der Leipziger Buchmesse nominiert.

„Ich wollte nicht wahrhaben, dass die Welt jederzeit auseinanderbrechen kann“, sagt die ukrainische Schriftstellerin Marjana Gaponenko vier Jahre nach dem Beginn des russischen Überfalls auf die gesamte Ukraine. Die Zäsur im Frühjahr 2022 war für sie „der Abschied von einer Welt von gestern“. Wann geht dieser Krieg zu Ende? „Wenn der letzte Russe eingesehen hat, dass es ein Fehler war. Alle Reparationen bezahlt sind. Und der symbolische Kniefall vor seinem sogenannten kleineren Bruder Ukraine stattgefunden hat“. Marjana Gaponenko lebt seit vielen Jahren in Mainz. Sie schreibt auf Deutsch.

Was, wenn die Rede vom transatlantischen Riss und der europäischen Selbstbehauptung in den letzten Wochen um die Münchner Sicherheitskonferenz (MSC) 2026 herum genau das Gegenteil einer Realität ist, die sich auf der Ebene der militärischen Planung tatsächlich vollzieht? Wer die politische Rhetorik der Konferenz nüchtern an der materiellen Realität misst, an den militärischen Planungen, denWeiterlesen

Was, wenn die Rede vom transatlantischen Riss und der europäischen Selbstbehauptung in den letzten Wochen um die Münchner Sicherheitskonferenz (MSC) 2026 herum genau das Gegenteil einer Realität ist, die sich auf der Ebene der militärischen Planung tatsächlich vollzieht? Wer die politische Rhetorik der Konferenz nüchtern an der materiellen Realität misst, an den militärischen Planungen, denWeiterlesen

Bei allem beisammen – Die Mär von der gespaltenen Gesellschaft Zerrissene Familien, zerstörte Freundschaften, ein tiefer Riss mitten durch unsere Gesellschaft?

Cotrim entretém os seus 900 mil eleitores.

Send us a textNooooo Riss! You were gone too soon! But like, it was probably for the best, right? It was what Riss would have wanted. And did want, if you believe the words of Riss herself! What else was Alissa to do?? Give her a hug? Pretend she wasn't brainwashed and become great friends? Honestly probably a better friend than the boys. You could probably trust Riss with your pet. Or maybe not, maybe I'm just too trusting. IS THAT SUCH A CRIME??? In the aftermath of her demise, what will the gang do to get off this planet? What is this strange evil creature that keeps popping up, and will it come after our heroes? Only way to know is to listen to the latest episode of DDDUUUNNNNGGGEEEOOONNNN RRRRRAAADDDIIIOOOO  HHHHHHOOOOUUUUURRRR!!!:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::THIS SHOW IS NSFW AND NSFK (Not safe for kids. sorry kids!)Our DM is Dalton Rusher-RiddleOur Players are Andrew Gehrlein, Michael Adair & Alissa AdairTheme song by Dustin HookSound effects from Zapsplat and PixabayBackground music by Lexin_Music, DELOsound, JuliusH on PixabayPlease check out our Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, AND NOW PATREON on our Linktree to keep up with the latest DRH news!Bye for now~:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Support the show

Da die Jünger des Johannes und die Pharisäer zu fasten pflegten, kamen Leute zu Jesus und sagten: Warum fasten deine Jünger nicht, während die Jünger des Johannes und die Jünger der Pharisäer fasten? Jesus antwortete ihnen: Können denn die Hochzeitsgäste fasten, solange der Bräutigam bei ihnen ist? Solange der Bräutigam bei ihnen ist, können sie nicht fasten. Es werden aber Tage kommen, da wird ihnen der Bräutigam weggenommen sein; dann werden sie fasten, an jenem Tag. Niemand näht ein Stück neuen Stoff auf ein altes Gewand; denn der neue Stoff reißt vom alten Gewand ab und es entsteht ein noch größerer Riss. Auch füllt niemand jungen Wein in alte Schläuche. Sonst zerreißt der Wein die Schläuche; der Wein ist verloren und die Schläuche sind unbrauchbar. Junger Wein gehört in neue Schläuche. (© Ständige Kommission für die Herausgabe der gemeinsamen liturgischen Bücher im deutschen Sprachgebiet)

Send us a textWhat's up, ya big buncha New Year's babies??! It's the gang! Mike, Alissa, Dalton and Andrew! We're back at it again after a brief hiatus, and this week, our half-baked heroes encounter a mysterious figure in a cloak named Riss who delivers a huge lore drop about Mother Nova! That's right! We're in the lore-heavy part of the story!But Riss seems to be in a bad way! Clinging on to life for dear uh-... life I guess! Can the gang save Riss? What has Mother Nova been up to?? Is cornbread snake sushi really that good??!!! Mike keeps raving about it! It must be kinda good! I mean, look at him! The man knows food if anything! All that and more in this week's scintillating, titillating, and exhilarating episode of DUNGEOOOON RADIOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOURRR!!!!! Support the show

Stell Dir vor es ist Krieg und keiner geht hin. Schön wärs. Der Krieg kommt zu uns. Er wird jeden Tag auf den Straßen geführt, in Parlamenten und Medien. In den USA eskaliert er täglich weiter. Nach dem Tod von Renée Good, gestorben durch die Kugeln eines ICE-Beamten, droht den USA ein neuer George-Floyd-Moment. Wie damals starb ein Mensch unter fragwürdigen Umständen. Wie damals war ein Beamter verantwortlich. Wie damals regiert Donald Trump und wie damals wird der Riss in der Gesellschaft deutlich.Marcel und Benjamin sprechen über die USA, über Deutschland und seine neue Mediendebatte und blicken erneut nach Crans-Montana wo das Dunkelfeld Constellation langsam erhellt wird.

Ref.: Ursula Fehlner, seit 23 Jahren getrennt lebend Eine zerbrochene Ehe hinterlässt immer einen Riss im Leben. Besonders schwer ist eine Trennung jedoch für Menschen, die wirklich damit gerechnet hatten, mit dem Partner bis zum Tod zusammenzubleiben. Der Zerbruch lässt die Betroffenen mit einem Gefühl des Versagens und der Beschämung zurück. Bei gläubigen Christen kann sich auch die Frage stellen, warum Gott dieses Scheitern überhaupt zugelassen hat. Ursula Fehlner hat diese Erfahrung vor vielen Jahren gemacht und möchte heute anderen Betroffenen Mut machen: Gerade wenn man mit Gott durch das Schlachtfeld einer gescheiterten Ehe geht, dann kann nach und nach gerade aus diesen Trümmern neues Leben entstehen. In der Lebenshilfe erklärt sie auch, warum sie bewusst die Entscheidung getroffen, sich nicht mit einer neuen Partnerschaft über den Verlust hinwegzutrösten.

Der Roman erzählt von einer deutsch-japanischen Familie, durch die der Riss zweier Zivilisationen geht. Von Heike Knispel.

Billabong Presents... ATS with Smivvy and Deadly and the boys are fangin’ it deluxe with the announcement that the biggest CT bullies of the past two decades have packed their lunches and are back to inflict a reign of terror upon the uppity next Gen who have dominated surfing in their absence. There’s also a look at the Woz schedule in 26, a shocking X2 Broken Back yarn, the death of Banko Banko and plenty more... AND GET ONTO THIS SHIT NOW! Order Swellian Plonk in time for Christmas Sort ya fam out with Bong Chron this Chissy Get on the Up program and score $20 using the code UTFS20 Go to https://surfshark.com/swellian or use code SWELLIAN at checkout to get 4 extra months of Surfshark VPN!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

SUN BUM the official sun care partner of the Swellians with premium products for all lifestyles presents… STEAMING HEATS with Bells Champ Bella Nichols! Deadly and Bella sit down for a wander through some of the most memorable moments of Bella’s career, moments she'd rather forget and chew froth on the return of She Goats Steph and Riss to the 26 CT. Counting down in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… HOOOOOOONK!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Herzlich willkommen zu Ihrem morgendlichen Newsletter! Weltpolitik im Umbruch und Technik der Zukunft: Die USA setzen Kiew mit einem harten Friedensplan unter Druck, während Trump und Milei den G20-Gipfel boykottieren – ein Riss geht durch die Diplomatie. Auf der A6 gibt es dagegen Hoffnung für E-Autofahrer: Wird kontaktloses Laden während der Fahrt bald Realität? Lesen Sie jetzt die Hintergründe zu diesen Themen.

Bienvenue dans cet épisode où on apprend ce qu'est un Bleu de Hongrie et que parfois les gens sont contents d'avoir des vers dans leurs toilettes.Pour aller voir le sketch de Ricky Gervais : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CINep9GqhkPour venir assister à un enregistrement cliquez super fort sur ce lienCalme toi :Laura Laarman : production et sonLéa Jourdan : communicationLucie Meslien : illustration animation Lou Poincheval : chargée de productionCaroline Bérault : illustrations Manon Carrour : vignette Joanna & Gaspar : générique Merci Acast pour le studio

This week Hannah, Sarah and Lauren talk about a "crazy love story", or possibly, terrible abuse and manipulation... you decide!October is recognized as National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, here is week two.Resources:RAINN (anti-sexual violence organization): you can call at 1-800-656-4673, available 24 hours a day; you can also visit online at rainn.org.The Stalking Prevention, Awareness, and Resource Center (SPARC): visit online for additional information at stalkingawareness.org.Domestic Violence Hotline: you can call at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), text by sending “START” to 88788, or visit the website at thehotline.org.Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: you can call 988 to talk to someone 24 hours a day, or you can visit them online at 988lifeline.orgSources:Crazy LoveThe New York Times: Burt Pugach, Protagonist of a Strange Tabloid Love Story, Dies at 93 Los Angeles Times: Linda Pugach dies at 75; disfigured by lye, she married attacker by Elaine WooDaily Mail: NYC lawyer Burt Pugach, who blinded his girlfriend with lye then married her after prison, dies aged 93 leaving $15M to his married caregiver - now accused of starving him and getting him to change will by Ben Ashford and Shawn CohenTravalanche: The Crazy Love of Burt Pugach and Linda Riss by Trav S.D.Wikipedia

In this moving episode of Dishing with Buff Faye, Buff opens the studio doors to a powerful conversation with Riss, a brave trans teen, and his loving mom, Julie Hester Hill. Together, they share their journey of growing up—and parenting—trans in the South, offering listeners an intimate look at the power of visibility, affirmation, and unconditional love.  Before the interview, Buff gets a surprise visit from her sidekick Funsize, who brings her funny wit and joy back to the mic. The two dish on Charlotte Pride, Halloween drag looks, Funny Bus tours, and Funsize's exciting new home shopping with her wife Julia. After a few laughs (and some tea about Bitesize, the puppet stand-in that didn't quite make the cut), Buff transitions into the heart of the episode. Riss opens up about knowing who he was from a young age and the moment he found the courage to tell his mom, describing it as “God pushing the wrong button.” Julie shares what it was like hearing those words and how her unconditional love helped Riss grow into the confident young man he is today. The episode highlights the importance of safe spaces for trans youth, the joy of chosen community, and the incredible strength it takes to live authentically in a world that is harsh to trans people and doesn't make it easy. It's a reminder that parents have the power to change lives by simply choosing love.  They close out with a fun round of “YASSS QUEEN or GIRL BYE,” bringing laughter and light to a deeply heartfelt episode supporting our trans families out there. Let's Dish, y'all. #DishingWithBuffFaye #TransYouth #QueerJoy #BuffFayePodcast #LGBTQFamily #CharlotteDrag #AllBuffTV #YasssQueen