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Íránský nejvyšší vůdce, ajatolláh Alí Chameneí, který zemi vládl téměř čtyři desetiletí, zemřel při sobotních společných americko-izraelských útocích. Potvrdila v neděli íránská státní média. Íránský prezident Masúd Pezeškján prohlásil, že zabití Chamenejího bylo „vyhlášením války muslimům“. Co umožnilo USA a Izraeli odstranit nejvyššího íránského vůdce Chameneího, vysvětluje ve speciálním vysílání Radiožurnálu Lukáš Dyčka, vojenský analytik z Vojenské akademie ve Vyškově.

Krátce před nahráváním posunula vzácná hostka svou účast a Slejvák tak musel zaimprovizovat. Naštěstí tady jste Vy, naši milí posluchači a posluchačky, a v krátké době jste na naše vyžádání zaslali nejrůznější dotazy a komentáře na Instagram @slejvak_radiowave.Všechny díly podcastu Slejvák můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Demonstrace, na kterých řeční mimo jiné i umělci, se stávají pravidelnou realitou. Po Slovensku občanská společnost, respektive její část, stojí na nohou i v Česku. Jsou to protesty na podporu prezidenta Petra Pavla, jindy zase kvůli podpoře Ukrajiny. „Vyčlenit se z politiky v lidské činnosti nejde, divadlo nemůže být nepolitické. To, co jsme ochotní vnímat ve veřejném prostoru, zhrublo,“ říká režisér a umělecký šéf Dejvického divadla Jiří Havelka v Hovorech.

Demonstrace, na kterých řeční mimo jiné i umělci, se stávají pravidelnou realitou. Po Slovensku občanská společnost, respektive její část, stojí na nohou i v Česku. Jsou to protesty na podporu prezidenta Petra Pavla, jindy zase kvůli podpoře Ukrajiny. „Vyčlenit se z politiky v lidské činnosti nejde, divadlo nemůže být nepolitické. To, co jsme ochotní vnímat ve veřejném prostoru, zhrublo,“ říká režisér a umělecký šéf Dejvického divadla Jiří Havelka v Hovorech.Všechny díly podcastu Hovory můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Život Ludmily a Viliama Sedlárovcov pripomína cestu okolo sveta. Po okupácii v auguste '68 emigrovali do Švajčiarska, na dôchodok sa presťahovali do Austrálie, po páde komunizmu sa vracali aj na Slovensko. Vtedy sa začal nevšedný filantropický príbeh, ktorý ich oboch prežil. Vypočujte si podcast Bod k dobru, v ktorom približujeme pestré a nevšedné podoby pomáhania. Všetko sa to točí okolo známeho mlyna Klepáč v bratislavskej rekreačnej oblasti Železná studnička. Ten pred znárodnením patril rodine Ludmily Sedlárovej-Rabanovej. Kedysi vychýrenú výletnú reštauráciu uprostred lesov získali manželia Sedlárovci v reštitúcii ako ruinu a rozhodli sa ju opraviť. Ich snom bolo vytvoriť uprostred prírody oázu pre mládež a deti, ktoré oni sami nemali. „Viliam sa pustil do rekonštrukcie, keď mal 70 rokov. Jeho devízou bolo, že dokázal ľudí nadchnúť a dlhodobo ich zapojiť do spolupráce,“ hovorí Peter Robl, správca fondu, ktorý dnes napĺňa filantropický odkaz manželov Sedlárovcov. V podcaste sa dozviete: ako sa Sedlárovci dostali do Švajčiarska, prečo si vybrali Austráliu za miesto svojho dôchodku, ako Viliam pomáhal rodnej obci Jasová, prečo po osemdesiatke chodil na súdya či sa naplní želanie venovať Klepáč deťom. Kto boli manželia Sedlárovci? Ludmila Sedlárová-Rabanová bola prvou vysokoškolskou pedagogičkou genetiky na Slovensku. Viliam vyštudoval Slovenskú technickú univerzitu v Bratislave. Po auguste 1968 emigrovali do Švajčiarska, ako šesťdesiatnici sa odsťahovali do Austrálie, kde žili až do Ludmilinej smrti. Viliam sa potom vrátil na Slovensko a venoval sa mlynu Klepáč. Vlani nás opustil vo veku 96 rokov. Kto je Peter Robl? Peter Robl je od júna 2013 správcom Neinvestičného fondu Mlyn Klepáč, ktorý zastrešuje filantropické aktivity Sedlárovcov. Vyše 20 rokov pracuje na manažérskych pozíciách v stavebníctve. Bod k dobru V podcaste Bod k dobru už tretí rok predstavujeme inšpiratívne osobnosti z biznisu, kultúry a verejného života. Bod k dobru vám prináša Nadácia Pontis, ktorá sa dlhodobo venuje rozvíjaniu filantropie, sociálnych inovácií a zodpovedného podnikania. Podcast vzniká v spolupráci s portálom Aktuality.sk a moderuje ho Martin Staňo.

Mass - Second Sunday of Lent. Year A - Sunday, March 1, 2026 (EPISODE: 573) Surfers Paradise Catholic Parish - Weekly Parish Mass - podcast of Eucharist, including readings, prayers, homily) Second Sunday of Lent. Year A - Sunday, March 1, 2026 (EPISODE: 573) Readings for Sunday, 5 March 2023 FIRST READING: Gen 12:1-4a (diff) Ps 33:4-5, 18-19, 20+22. "Lord, let your mercy be on us, as we place our trust in you." SECOND READING: 2 Tim 1:8b-10 GOSPEL ACCLAMATION (cf. Matt 17:5). Glory and Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ! From the shining cloud, the Father's voice was heard. This is my beloved Son, hear him. GOSPEL: Matt 17:1-9 – Transfiguration Image Credit- Shutterstock Licensed. Stock Photo ID: 1226210515 - PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC - OCTOBER 13, 2018: The fresco of Transfiguration of the Lord in church Bazilika svatého Petra a Pavla na Vyšehrade by S. G. Rudl (1895). Important information- Editorial Use Only. Photo Contributor: Renata Sedmakova ++++ May the light of Christ expose all those dark and false areas of our lives, things that distract and misdirect us, things that lead us away from the light of God's love, lead us away from the self-forgetting service of Christ. After all, this is our calling, this is the gift God gives us, and this is our final destiny, to be with God in Jesus, who is light from light. ++++++++ Archive of homilies and reflections: http://homilycatholic.blogspot.com.au To contact Fr. Paul, please email: paulwkelly68@gmail.com Further information relating to the audio productions linked to this Blog: "Faith, Hope and Love - Christian worship and reflection" - Led by Rev Paul Kelly Prayers and chants — Roman Missal, 3rd edition, © 2010, The International Commission on English in the liturgy. (ICEL) Scriptures - New Revised Standard Version: © 1989, and 2009 by the NCC-USA. (National Council of Churches of Christ - USA) "The Psalms" ©1963, 2009, The Grail - Collins publishers. Prayers of the Faithful - " Together we pray" by Robert Borg'. E.J. Dwyer, Publishers, (1993). (Sydney Australia). "Quiet Time." Instrumental Reflection music. Written by Paul W Kelly. 1988, 2007. & This arrangement: Stefan Kelk, 2020. Lenten Hymn: "Have Mercy" Inspired by Psalm 50(51). Music by Paul W. Kelly. Arranged and sung, with additional lyrics by Stefan Kelk. 2020. Sound Engineering and editing - P.W. Kelly. Microphones: - Shure Motiv MV5 Digital Condenser. Editing equipment: NCH software - MixPad Multitrack Studio Recording Software NCH – WavePad Audio Editing Software. Masters Edition v 12.44 Sound Processing: iZotope RX 6 Audio Editor [ Production - KER - 2026] May God bless and keep you.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticiganismu přijal romskou národnost.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticiganismu přijal romskou národnost.Všechny díly podcastu Příběhy 20. století můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Letos 4. března uplyne pět let od smrti (a 11. července 85 let od narození) Františka Lízny. Katolický kněz, jezuita, antikomunista, někdejší disident a politický vězeň, po převratu vězeňský kaplan a farář z Vyšehorek u Mohelnice zemřel po nákaze koronavirem roku 2021 ve věku 79 let. Po roce 1989 se věnoval těm nejpotřebnějším, propuštěným vězňům a lidem bez domova, jimž byla jeho fara otevřena. Na protest proti českému anticikanismu přijal romskou národnost.

Knižnice sú jedny extrémne dôležité miesta pre všetkých spisovateľov a spisovateľky, no pre autorov a autorky poézie podľa mňa ešte o čosi viac. Tam sa totiž odohráva dosť veľa autorských čítaní a práve tam sa k poézii, ktorú napríklad mnohé kníhkupectvá zastrčia kamsi do kúta, dostáva dosť veľa čitateľov a čitateliek. Ako dnešného hosťa som sem pozvala niekoho, kto sám píše, aj keď teda prózu, a zároveň jednu knižnicu vedie. Vyštudoval filozofiu na Katolíckej univerzite v Ružomberku, kde sa primárne venoval filozofii Friedricha Nietzscheho. Neskôr pracoval ako redaktor, šéfredaktor, marketingový manažér a vytvoril aj niekoľko vlastných internetových projektov. Písaniu sa aktívne venuje už niekoľko rokov a získal viacero literárnych cien a uznaní. Publikoval v Slovenskom rozhlase, v lifestylových magazínoch, v Dotykoch, či Romboide. V súčasnosti pôsobí ako riaditeľ Honronitrianskej knižnice v Prievidzi. Marek Mittaš v relácii Nedeľná chvíľka poézie_FM.

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Ředitelka Střední uměleckoprůmyslové školy a Vyšší odborné školy v Turnově Jana Rulcová. Kopie korunovačních klenotů jsou chloubou turnovské "špéry", jak se s oblibou říká této vyhlášené škole, kterou vede už sedmnáct let ředitelka Jana Rulcová. O jaká zaměření oboru je největší zájem, jaká uplatnění najdou studenti po absolvování školy, nejen to probereme hodinu před polednem.Všechny díly podcastu Host Dopoledne pod Ještědem můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Hosťom relácie Dírerov filter bol investigatívny novinár Marek Vagovič. Vyštudoval históriu na Trnavskej univerzite. Ako investigatívny novinár pracuje od svojich 26 rokov. Pracoval v denníkoch Pravda, Sme a týždenníkoch Týždeň a Domino fórum. V portáli aktuality.sk rozbiehal investigatívny tím, v ktorom pracoval aj s Jánom Kuciakom. Po odchode z aktuality.sk nastúpil v denníku Postoj. Moderuje talk-show Večer s Marekom Vagovičom a Bod zlomu. Sedemkrát vyhral Novinársku cenu NOS a získal aj českú Cenu Ferdinanda Peroutku. Je autorom viacerých úspešných kníh o Robertovi Ficovi či Čurillovcoch. Teraz mu vychádza kniha o generálnom prokurátorovi Marošovi Žilinkovi. V relácii Dírerov filter hovoril aj o tom:- ako si spomína na deň vraždy J. Kuciaka- prečo 8 rokov od vraždy nepoznáme všetkých vinníkov- či bude súd dovtedy, kým Kočnerovi nedokážu vinu- či je vôľa dotiahnuť túto kauzu do konca- či sa Slovensko politicky vracia pred rok 2018

Jedni nepôjdu na dovolenku, druhí nekupujú drahé ryby, ďalší znižujú podporu dobročinných organizácií. Februárové výplaty sú tu a zamestnanci prvýkrát vidia, ako konsolidácia ovplyvňuje ich príjmy. Vyššie odvody, znížené bonusy, menej sviatkov a s tým aj menej príplatkov za prácu či vyššie dane sa navyše dejú popri rastúcich nákladoch na život. A vyhliadky? Ani tie nie sú bohvieaké, rast ekonomiky je veľmi pomalý, dlhodobá udržateľnosť našich verejných financií má v sebe veľa rizík a hrozí nám dlhová špirála a predsa len aj ďalšie konsolidácie. Ako to celé znášajú slovenské domácnosti? Viac si Nikola Šuliková Bajánová povie s reportérkou domácej redakcie denníka SME Michaelou Štalmachovou. Zdroje zvukov: Markíza, STVR, Youtube/SMER - Sociálna Demokracia, Facebook/Úrad vlády Slovenskej republiky, TA3 Odporúčanie: Pre veľký úspech prichádzajú tvorcovia Piatočka s druhou vedomostnou šou Nie alebo áno. Hosťami budú publicista a prekladateľ Samo Marec a komentátor denníka SME Peter Tkačenko. Spolu s nimi si budete môcť otestovať tie najzbytočnejšie vedomosti o slovenskej politike. Nejde o klasický kvíz, ale o vedomostnú súťaž, ktorá bude prebiehať súčasne naživo, ako aj online. A to v utorok 3. marca o 19.00 v bratislavskom Kácečku. Lístky a viac informácií nájdete na piatocek.com. To je pre tentoraz všetko, počúvali ste Dobré ráno, denný podcast denníka SME s Nikolou Šulikovou Bajánovou. Takisto dnes vychádza podcastová novinka O divadle s Maxom, v ktorej sa Max Sobek rozpráva s osobnosťami, áno, správne, divadelnej scény. No a ako lepšie odštartovať takýto podcast ako rozhovorom s Robertom Rothom. – Všetky podcasty denníka SME nájdete na⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ sme.sk/podcasty⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ – Odoberajte aj audio verziu denného newslettra⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ SME.sk⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ s najdôležitejšími správami na⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ sme.sk/brifingSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Martin Gerboc je maliar a autor textov o súčasnom umení, no píše aj poéziu. Vyštudoval VŠVÚ v Bratislave, neskôr tam ukončil doktorandské štúdium. Opakovane pôsobil na rezidenčných pobytoch v Paríži, študoval aj v USA či Dánsku. Po takmer 15-tich rokoch v slobodnom povolaní dlhý čas pôsobil ako pedagóg v Ateliéri kresby na Akadémii výtvarných umení v Prahe, kde si aj urobil docentúru. Dnes je opäť v slobodnom povolaní, je autorom viacerých kníh, esejí a textov o maľbe a tiež zbierok poézie. Okrem iného robí videoklipy gotickým a punkovým kapelám. Teraz mu vyšla druhá básnická zbierka s názvom Tance traumy & márnosti (Diabolské litánie).

„Zatmělo se mi před očima, vyskočil jsem na pódium a zařval: ,Vy jdete do p….!. A my jdeme do stávky‘!“ vzpomíná režisér Václav Marhoul na osudný 21. listopad 1989, kdy před zraky stovek zaměstnanců Filmového studia Barrandov 1989 vyprovodil do historie zkoprnělé zástupce stranické buňky KSČ. Ti se totiž pokoušeli bagatelizovat masakr studentů na Národní třídě. Sám netušil, že v ten okamžik změnil budoucnost svoji, Barrandova a snad i českého filmu.

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Od Kohutky lidé často míří na Prašivou. Toto místo ve Vyšních Lhotách totiž představuje snad nejkratší možnost, jak se na Prašivou dostat. Je ale škoda nezastavit se přímo v této staré hospodě a neprozkoumat její historii a zajímavosti. Nachází se tam malé muzeum, které je plné originálních pivních sklenic.

De legalisering van psilocybine bij psychotherapie wordt in Tsjechië – als eerste EU-land – met open armen én enige voorzichtigheid ontvangen. ‘Opeens weet je dat je problemen kunnen worden opgelost. Wat de oplossing is weet je niet, maar wel weet je dat er een oplossing bestaat en dat je de tijd hebt om die te zoeken. Dat stelt je gerust.' Zo beschrijft de zeventiger Vladimir de ervaring die vijf jaar geleden op een novembermiddag zijn leven voorgoed veranderde. De depressies waaraan hij leed vanaf het moment dat hij alleen voor de opvoeding van zijn twee zoons was komen te staan, en die in de loop der jaren erger waren geworden, verdwenen en zouden nooit meer met dezelfde hevigheid terugkomen. De verschillende psychiatrische behandelingen die hij als eenzame alleenstaande ouder had uitgeprobeerd hadden weliswaar voor verademing gezorgd, maar dat was telkens slechts van korte duur geweest, waarna het alleen maar weer erger werd. ‘Depressies verlammen je, slopen je en beroven je van je levenslust,' zegt hij om deze vicieuze cirkel te beschrijven. ‘Je ziet geen uitweg meer.' Toen zijn behandelend arts hem zo'n vijf jaar geleden het advies gaf deel te nemen aan een onderzoek van het Nationaal instituut voor geestelijke gezondheid (NUDZ) naar de effecten van de stof psilocybine, reageerde Vladimir aanvankelijk terughoudend. De chemische stof, die van nature voorkomt in paddo's, brengt een verandering teweeg in je staat van bewustzijn. Volgens de Tsjechische wet valt de stof onder de verboden middelen. ‘Van drugs heb ik altijd een afkeer gehad,' zegt Vladimir, die niet rookt en sinds een operatie aan zijn alvleesklier ook geen alcohol meer drinkt. Maar uiteindelijk liet hij zich overtuigen door de veelbelovende uitkomsten die het onderzoek tot dan toe had laten zien. Ook wakkerde het nummer ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' van zijn favoriete band The Beatles – dat over lsd zou gaan, de hallucinogene stof die verwant is aan psilocybine – zijn interesse enigszins aan. Het psilocybinetablet dat hij op doktersadvies innam voordat hij geblinddoekt op een comfortabele bank ging liggen om met een koptelefoon naar elektronische muziek te luisteren, leek iets te kunnen waar geen enkel medicijn daarvoor toe in staat was geweest: het verbeterde zijn mentale gezondheid. Pioniers Vanaf januari is deze optie beschikbaar voor iedereen die haar nodig heeft. Als eerste EU-land heeft Tsjechië in de zomer van 2025 het gebruik van psilocybine bij psychotherapie gelegaliseerd. Daarmee is het met Australië, Nieuw-Zeeland en Zwitserland wereldwijd een van de pioniers geworden op het gebied van deze therapie, die volgens velen een van de meest veelbelovende psychiatrische ontwikkelingen van de eenentwintigste eeuw is. Het onderzoek naar psychedelische substanties beleefde zijn hoogtijdagen na de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Dankzij psychiaters als Stanislav Grof en Miloš Vojtěchovský behoorde Tsjechoslowakije wereldwijd tot de koplopers op dit gebied. De populairste stof, lsd, werd destijds door het staatsbedrijf Spofa met dozen tegelijk aan psychiatrische klinieken geleverd, terwijl de artistieke en wetenschappelijke elite deelnam aan officiële experimenten. Doordat drugs echter op steeds meer plekken verboden werden, kwam er een wereldwijd verbod op psychedelica. Het onderzoek naar de stoffen, die als een revolutie in de geestelijke gezondheidszorg werden gezien, werd voor enkele decennia in de ijskast gezet. ‘Ik geloofde dat een gedeelde mystieke ervaring, het besef dat we hier niet slechts van onze geboorte tot onze dood zijn, maar deel uitmaken van iets groters, een tegengif zou zijn tegen de oorlog in Vietnam,' zei de Amerikaanse activist Rick Doblin, een van de drijvende krachten achter de zogeheten ‘psychedelische renaissance', dit jaar in een interview met Respekt, waarin hij herinneringen ophaalde aan zijn jeugd. Psychedelica waren in de jaren zestig bepalend voor zijn generatie. Nooit heeft Doblin het geloof in het potentieel van psychedelische middelen opgegeven. Ondanks het strikte verbod op drugs dat halverwege de jaren tachtig werd ingevoerd, richtte hij de non-profitorganisatie MAPS op, die eraan bijdroeg dat vergeten stoffen beetje bij beetje weer in de geneeskunde terugkeerden. En toen er deze eeuw weer opnieuw onderzoek werd gedaan, leverde dat indrukwekkende uitkomsten op. Drugs bieden weer hoop voor de behandeling van psychische stoornissen Om een voorbeeld te noemen: een onderzoek uit 2016 toonde aan dat 67 procent van de patiënten met een klinische depressie binnen een week na de inname van een psychedelicum verlichting ervoer. Bij de meerderheid van hen hield het effect zelfs langer dan drie maanden aan. Drugs bieden weer hoop voor de behandeling van psychische stoornissen, waarvan de traditionele farmacologische behandeling al enige tijd is gestagneerd. ‘Zonder Stanislav Grof waren we niet geweest waar we nu zijn,' zei Doblin in juni op een conferentie in Praag, waarmee hij de Tsjechische bijdrage op dit gebied prees. En het blijft niet bij de herinnering aan de beroemde founding fathers. Tsjechische psychiaters zijn in het nieuwe millennium op de rijdende trein van de psychedelische renaissance gesprongen, en het NUDZ behoort nu zelfs tot de meest gerespecteerde instituten wereldwijd die onderzoek doen naar psychedelica. Mentale toestand Deskundigen zijn er tegenwoordig van overtuigd dat de mentale toestand van iemand die een psychedelische sessie ondergaat van fundamentele invloed is op het verloop ervan. Daarom probeerde Vladimir op advies van artsen en psychotherapeuten, die hem op de ervaring hadden voorbereid, met zijn beste humeur naar de sessie te komen. Hij nam zijn vrouw mee ter ondersteuning en had souvenirs van zijn reizen naar Bali en Thailand bij zich. Nadat hij het tablet met een nauwkeurig afgemeten dosis had ingeslikt en op de bank was gaan liggen, gebeurde er aanvankelijk helemaal niets. Tot hij zich ineens realiseerde dat hij de muziek uit de koptelefoon, die hij normaal gesproken alleen met zijn gehoor zou waarnemen, voor zijn ogen zag. ‘Ik zag kleuren die niet in woorden te vatten zijn, omdat ze niet bestaan,' zo probeert hij de ervaring te beschrijven. Achter Vladimirs gesloten oogleden begonnen bekende kunstwerken ‘in onwerkelijke kleuren' op te duiken, zoals de Dame met de hermelijn van Leonardo da Vinci. En hij zag [de hooggelegen Praagse wijk] Vyšehrad: ‘Ik keek van de heuvel naar beneden en zag daar ineens in de donkere rivier een ingang naar een andere wereld, de grens tussen het bekende en het onbekende,' zo herinnert hij zich het moment dat de chemische stof ten volle was ingetreden. Opnieuw voelde hij de brandende twijfel of hij ondanks al zijn inspanningen wel een goede vader voor zijn zoons was geweest. Hij bedacht wat hij fout had gedaan. Maar toen hij door de geheime poort de andere wereld was binnengetreden, verdween de behoefte om al zijn beslissingen in goed en slecht op te delen. ‘Ik realiseerde me dat één mislukte poging niet het einde hoeft te zijn. Dat gaf me een geweldig perspectief. Alles viel ineens op zijn plek,' aldus de gepensioneerde, die in zijn leven heel wat beroepen heeft gehad, van metrobestuurder tot IT-ondernemer. ‘Alles viel ineens op zijn plek' Die ene ervaring zou hem van zijn zware depressies hebben verlost, maar soms voelt Vladimir dat het effect van de psilocybinetherapie afneemt. Om te voorkomen dat zijn depressies terugkeren, koopt hij nu ongeveer vier keer per jaar paddo's, die hij onder toezicht van zijn vrouw gebruikt. ‘Maar ik ben blij dat ik vanaf het nieuwe jaar legaal aan psilocybine kan komen,' zegt hij. Psychedelica werken volgens een ander principe dan traditionele psychiatrische geneesmiddelen. Naast het reguleren van de niveaus van neurotransmitters die de stemming beïnvloeden, kan het toedienen van psilocybine onder professionele begeleiding een zeer diepgaande, soms zelfs mystieke ervaring opleveren. De psychologische impact ervan kan het perspectief van de patiënt op zijn of haar levenssituatie veranderen. Het helende effect wordt getriggerd door de beleefde ervaring; daardoor hebben psychedelica niet alleen het potentieel om de symptomen van problemen te verzachten, maar ook om de oorzaken ervan aan te pakken. De verandering in het denken, zoals Vladimir die beschrijft, is het belangrijkste voordeel van de behandeling, dat verder ontwikkeld kan worden door middel van psychotherapie. ‘Psychedelica bieden zogenoemde inzichten,' aldus psychiater en NUDZ-directeur Jiří Horáček, die al 25 jaar onderzoek doet naar deze stoffen. Hij test het gebruik ervan onder andere bij kankerpatiënten die oog in oog met hun naderende levenseinde vaak pijnlijke, existentiële stress ervaren. ‘Psilocybine levert bij deze cliënten zeer positieve resultaten op,' zegt hij. ‘Het gebeurt vaak dat mensen ineens beseffen dat we een volkomen onbelangrijk wezen zijn in het universum’ Volgens Horáček leidt het gebruik van de stof soms tot het geruststellende besef dat de zin van het leven niet slechts gelegen is in ons tijdelijke bestaan, maar dat we deel uitmaken van de ontwikkeling van het universum en dat onze genen van generatie op generatie worden doorgegeven. ‘Ik heb een aantal patiënten gehad die dankzij psilocybine tot het besef kwamen dat hun leven zin had, ook al werd dat door ziekte bedreigd,' zegt de psychiater. ‘Ze kregen hun levensvreugde terug en de kracht om voor hun kleinkinderen te zorgen, in de tuin te werken, te sporten of de natuur in te gaan. Dat effect houdt lang aan.' Psychiater Tomáš Páleníček, een collega van Horáček bij het NUDZ, zegt dat mensen na het gebruik van psilocybine het gevoel kunnen hebben dat hun ‘ego in elkaar stort', of bijna-doodervaringen kunnen krijgen. ‘Het gebeurt vaak dat mensen ineens beseffen dat we een volkomen onbelangrijk wezen zijn in het universum, dat we er ​​slechts een ogenblik zijn en dan weer verdwijnen. Dat besef is soms een enorme opluchting die kan helpen de eindigheid van het leven te accepteren, of onderscheid te maken tussen wat wel en niet belangrijk is in het leven.' Deze buitengewone ervaringen worden mogelijk gemaakt door het feit dat psilocybine de verbinding tussen verschillende hersendelen vergroot, en zo het repertoire aan gedachten uitbreidt. ‘Iemand kan dan dingen bedenken die anders ondenkbaar zijn,' aldus Horáček. De belangrijkste voorwaarde voor een succesvolle psychedelische therapie is echter een grondige voorbereiding, deskundige begeleiding van de patiënt en integratie van de ervaring. Zo voorkom je dat de sessie uitloopt op een angstaanjagende ‘bad trip' zoals die bij recreatief drugsgebruik op de loer ligt. Wetsvoorstel De weg naar de legalisering van psilocybine in Tsjechië werd gebaand door een wijziging in het Wetboek van Strafrecht. Dit amendement, dat de voorheen gedemoniseerde drug veranderde in een medicijn, werd – enigszins verrassend – in de Kamer van Afgevaardigden ingediend door Marek Benda, de conservatieve fractievoorzitter van de ODS [Občanská Demokratická Strana, Democratische Burgerpartij]. Die geeft toe dat het niet zijn persoonlijke initiatief was: hij nam het uitgewerkte voorstel over van zijn partijgenoot en oud-burgemeester van Praag, Pavel Bém, die de politiek heeft verlaten en zich nu voornamelijk wijdt aan zijn oorspronkelijke beroep als psychiater en deskundige op het gebied van drugsbeleid. ‘Klinische en preklinische studies tonen aan dat psilocybine een mogelijkheid biedt om een ​​groot aantal mensen te helpen,' zegt Bém, die ook samenwerkte met collega's van het NUDZ. De indieners van het voorstel benadrukken dat het niet de bedoeling is psilocybine te legaliseren voor recreatieve doeleinden. Het wetsvoorstel werd eind mei door het parlement goedgekeurd, vervolgens zonder problemen door de Senaat geloodst en in juli door de president ondertekend. ‘Ik ben blij. Het laat zien dat de Kamer van Afgevaardigden bereid is gedurfde stappen te zetten wanneer haar redelijke, wetenschappelijk onderbouwde argumenten worden voorgelegd,' aldus een tevreden Bém, die in 2013 als parlementslid meehielp aan de legalisering van medicinale cannabis. (En later regelde hij dat president Zeman gratie verleende aan de organisatoren van psychedelische ceremonies met ayahuasca uit het Amazonegebied.) Welke medisch specialisten psilocybine mogen voorschrijven, moet nog worden bepaald. Verwacht wordt dat naast psychiaters ook specialisten in de palliatieve zorg de mogelijkheid krijgen om patiënten aan het einde van hun leven te helpen. De daadwerkelijke toediening van het medicijn blijft echter in handen van psychiaters en artsen met een certificering in psychotherapie, die de sessies moeten begeleiden. ‘Het zal zeker niet zo zijn dat er een recept voor psilocybine wordt voorgeschreven, en dat de ​​patiënt vervolgens zijn tabletten bij de apotheek afhaalt,' zegt Páleníček. Regels Deskundigen komen nu op het ministerie van Volksgezondheid bijeen om de regels voor behandeling nauwkeurig vast te leggen. Het meest waarschijnlijk is volgens Páleníček dat er een behandeling beschikbaar komt voor patiënten met depressie of een ongeneeslijke ziekte. Maar volgens hem komen ook andere diagnoses aan de orde, zoals posttraumatische stressstoornis, verslavingen of eetstoornissen. Depressie zal waarschijnlijk de meest voorkomende indicatie zijn: ongeveer een derde van de patiënten reageert niet op klassieke antidepressiva; psilocybine betekent voor hen een nieuwe behandelmogelijkheid. Er is al lange tijd een tekort aan psychiaters in Tsjechië, en patiënten moeten tegenwoordig een half jaar wachten op hun eerste sessie. En ook psilocybinetherapie kost tijd: volgens Páleníček kunnen de voorbereiding, de toediening zelf en de daaropvolgende integratie van ervaringen tot wel zestien uur werk in beslag nemen. Het heeft echter één voordeel: als het effect optreedt, begint het vaak direct nadat de psilocybine is uitgewerkt en houdt het lang aan, weken of maanden, waardoor de patiënt niet zo vaak naar de dokter hoeft. Hoewel de beroepsgemeenschap de baanbrekende legalisering over het algemeen unaniem heeft verwelkomd, roepen sommigen op tot voorzichtigheid. Jan Vevera, hoofd van de psychiatrische kliniek van de faculteit Geneeskunde in Pilsen, wijst erop dat de huidige psychische problemen hun oorsprong vinden in sociale problemen, een hoog stressniveau en algehele ontevredenheid, die niet met medische middelen kunnen worden opgelost. ‘Ook al is psilocybine geen klassiek antidepressivum, het is nog altijd een pil waarin een deel van de samenleving mogelijk een wonderoplossing voor hun problemen zou kunnen zien.' ‘Als je zegt dat psilocybine geen drug is, maar een remedie voor maatschappelijke problemen, zullen mensen er vaker voor kiezen,' vervolgt Vevera. Hij herinnert eraan dat er de afgelopen decennia meer nieuwe methoden zijn geweest waar de maatschappij veel van verwachtte, zoals biofeedback, lichttherapie of transcraniële stimulatie. De resultaten voldeden uiteindelijk niet aan de verwachtingen. ‘Dit is geen argument tegen psychedelica, maar een argument om de hoge verwachtingen te temperen,' benadrukt de psychiater. Hij zegt dat er tot nu toe onderzoek is gedaan met een te kleine steekproef van de bevolking en dat het volgens hem niet is uitgesloten dat psilocybine, net als marihuana, een psychose kan veroorzaken. Experts Volgens voorstanders van de nieuwe behandeling is het essentieel dat psilocybine alleen wordt toegediend door experts die kunnen beoordelen wie er baat bij heeft en een veilig verloop kunnen garanderen. Ze moeten ervaring hebben met het begeleiden van patiënten en idealiter ook legaal ervaring met psychedelica hebben opgedaan tijdens een gespecialiseerde opleiding. Páleníček schat dat er in Tsjechië op dit moment nog geen tien van zulke experts zijn. Alleen door het naleven van strikte regels kan er worden voldaan aan de verwachtingen die de psychedelische renaissance twee decennia geleden heeft gewekt. ‘De situatie op het gebied van de geestelijke gezondheidszorg in Tsjechië is ernstig, dus hebben we sterke instrumenten nodig om die te verbeteren,' zegt Horáček. ‘En psychedelica kunnen zeker zo'n instrument zijn.'

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The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

Výtvarníčka Patrícia Koyšová síce poéziu netvorí, no zato ju má veľmi rada. Vyštudovala maľbu na Vysokej škole výtvarných umení v Bratislave v ateliéri prof. Ivana Csudaia, kde absolvovala aj doktorandské štúdium. Má za sebou množstvo sólo aj skupinových výstav, spomeniem aspoň niektoré z nich, lebo milujem tie názvy: Bez konca, Všetko neznáme vyzerá úžasne, Catch me if you can alebo When I Grow up I'll be a waterfall. Spolu s Lyrikom H si vymysleli projekt Marakuja Pop-up čítačiek, ktorý prináša súčasnú poéziu priamo medzi ľudí, bez pódií a formalít.

5.Mojžišova 14,22-29 22 Odvádzaj desiatok z celej úrody svojej sejby, ktorú každoročne prináša pole. 23 Na mieste, ktoré si Hospodin, tvoj Boh, vyvolí za príbytok svojho mena, budeš pred ním jesť desiatok zo svojho obilia, z muštu, z čerstvého oleja a prvorodené z dobytka a oviec, aby si sa učil báť sa Hospodina, svojho Boha, po všetky dni. 24 Keď ťa Hospodin, tvoj Boh, požehná a miesto, ktoré si Hospodin, tvoj Boh, vyvolí za príbytok svojho mena, je od teba vzdialené a cesta k nemu je priďaleká, takže svoj desiatok by si ta nemohol zaniesť, 25 zameň ho za peniaze. Tie vezmi a choď s nimi na miesto, ktoré si vyvolí Hospodin, tvoj Boh. 26 Tam za peniaze kúp, čokoľvek sa ti zažiada: dobytok, ovce, víno, iný opojný nápoj a všetko, čo budeš chcieť; jedz tam pred Hospodinom, svojím Bohom, a raduj sa ty aj tvoj dom. 27 Ani levitu, ktorý je v tvojich bránach, nenechaj opusteného, lebo nemá s tebou ani podiel, ani dedičné vlastníctvo. 28 Na konci každého tretieho roka zanes celoročný desiatok zo svojej úrody a zlož ho v bránach mesta. 29 Potom príde levita, ktorý nemá podiel ani dedičné vlastníctvo s tebou, alebo cudzinec, sirota a vdova, ktorí sú v tvojich bránach, nech sa najedia dosýta, aby ťa požehnával Hospodin, tvoj Boh, pri každom diele tvojich rúk, ktoré budeš konať. Nežijem sám pre seba. Stáva sa samozrejmosťou, že každý máme toľko, koľko si zarobíme, zaslúžime a zabezpečíme. Je to výsledok nášho snaženia, budovania a nášho príjmu – často viac, než potrebujeme. Máme úprimný pocit, že je to „naše“ – moje a nech sa aj iní snažia si zarobiť. Možnože v tom aj do istej miery máme pravdu, veď nie je správne, aby niekto nepracoval, nešetril a očakával pomoc od iných. No tu nejde o to, či pomáhať tým, ktorí majú, nie sú v núdzi alebo sú v núdzi vlastnou vinou. Sú tu tzv. „Levíti“ – tí, ktorí potrebujú pomoc, sú v núdzi, chorí, nevládni a často odkázaní na pomoc od iných. Pán Boh nám dáva nielen preto, aby sme mali my, ale aj preto, aby sme pomohli núdznym: „…aby sa cudzinci, siroty, vdovy nasýtili a aby ťa požehnal Hospodin“ (v. 29). „Keď som bol hladný, nenakŕmili ste Ma? Bol som smädný, nedali ste Mi piť? Bol som chorý, nenavštívili ste Ma?“ (Mt 25,24). Aby ťa požehnal Hospodin, tvoj Boh, pri každom diele tvojich rúk, ktoré budeš konať! Modlitba: Pane Ježišu, Tebe ďakujeme za všetko, čo máme, čo si nám dal, ale najmä za to, že máš pre nás pripravené spasenie! Amen. Pieseň: ES 551 Autor: Ján Bruncko Ak sa do vašej krajiny prisťahuje k tebe cudzinec, neutláčajte ho. 3.Mojžišova 19,33 Ježiš hovorí: „Vy ste Moji priatelia, ak robíte, čo vám prikazujem.“ Ján 15,14 5.Mojžišova 32,44-47 •  Modlíme sa za: Liptovský Mikuláš – Palúdzka (LOS) Otázky na rozjímanie: Ako dnes prinášam desiatok svojho príjmu pred Hospodina s radosťou, aby som sa učil bôž sa Ho po všetky dni? Čo pre mňa znamená nezabudnúť na levítov, cudzinca, sirotu a vdovu, aby som nežil sám pre seba? Ako môžem dnes praktizovať štedrosť, aby Hospodin požehnal dielo mojich rúk a nasýtil núdnych dosýta? Dnes som vďačný za tieto 3 veci: _________________________________ _________________________________ _________________________________ Viac o vďačnosti, čo to je, prečo je dôležité byť vďačný, ako praktizovať vďačnosť nájdeš na blogu

Zmizení mladého muže v jihočeském městečku zaujalo místního policistu. Muže znal – měl za sebou problémy se zákonem a nedávno se vrátil z vězení. Jeho náhlé zmizení mu nedávalo smysl. Kriminálka se zaměřila na život v domácnosti, kde žil s partnerkou, dětmi a dlouholetým kamarádem. Vyšetřování ukázalo, že případ není tak jednoduchý, jak se zprvu zdálo. Varování: V pořadu se vyskytují násilné scény a svým charakterem a zpracováním není vhodný pro děti nebo citlivé osoby.Všechny díly podcastu Kriminálka můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Prestižní novinářskou Cenu Ferdinanda Peroutky získala šéfka komentářového oddělení Seznam Zpráv Kateřina Šafaříková. „Když uspějete a jste dobrá, je fér dostat ocenění,“ říká.Kateřina Šafaříková strávila přes dvacet let v časopisu Respekt, dvakrát byla zpravodajkou v Bruselu a pracovala i pro Lidové noviny. Do Seznam Zpráv přišla v létě 2024, nejprve jako moderátorka podcastu 5:59, loni v září se pak stala vedoucí komentářů.„Jsem často zvaná na debaty, abych pohovořila o tom, jak se to dělá, že někdo může mít dvě malé děti a být zahraniční zpravodajka, jak se to kloubí, jak se v tomhle dominantně mužském světě funguje ženě. A já vždycky říkám, že tajemství té věci je mít kuráž, vydržet a dělat to tak, jako to dělají muži,“ říká Šafaříková v nejnovějším dílu podcastu Mediální cirkus.Šafaříková začínala s novinařinou v roce 2000 v časopisu Respekt. O několik let později přestoupila do Lidových novin, které ji jako zpravodajku vyslaly do Bruselu. A to v době, kdy Česko do Evropské unie vstupovalo.„Mně bylo 28, když jsem odjížděla a tam byli kolegové z velkých britských a francouzských novin, kterým bylo 45 nebo 50, říkali nám naše mimina z postkomunistických zemí. Myslím ale, že dobrodružné to bylo i pro první české europoslance, české úředníky, diplomaty, prostě pro všechny to byla premiéra. A i v tomto smyslu myslím, že jsme byli mimina,“ vzpomíná Šafaříková.V Bruselu tehdy byla v letech 2004 až 2009. To, že na zpravodajský post odjela za redakci žena, byla podle jejích vzpomínek vlastně spíše náhoda. Obecně je totiž žen na zpravodajských postech výrazně méně než mužů.„Tu nabídku původně dostal můj mužský kolega, ale řekl, že se mu tam nechce, protože neví, jestli by ho to zajímalo a jestli by to zvládnul. A já jsem si řekla, že to zkusím. Jinými slovy, někdy si myslím, a to je tedy chyba nás žen, že bychom někdy měli mít minimálně stejně kuráže jako naši mužští kolegové a jít do toho,“ říká.Mašina na dohodyPodruhé do hlavního města Evropy odjela Šafaříková v roce 2020 jako zahraniční zpravodajka vydavatelství Economia. Tehdy jela se dvěma malými dětmi a v Bruselu byla v době druhého českého předsednictví.„Za těch necelých 20 let jsme dokázali vygenerovat jako stát dobré úředníky, diplomaty, experty. V době zejména druhého českého předsednictví EU, tedy v druhé půlce roku 2022, se o Češích říkalo: ‚Vy jste normální mašina na dohody‘,“ popisuje zkušenosti Šafaříková.„Jedna norská diplomatka, která do té doby neměla tolik osobních zkušeností ať už s námi, s Maďary, se Slováky, mi říkala: ‚Hele, já jsem si myslela, že vy Češi budete takoví druzí Maďaři nebo Poláci, ale vy jste spíš takoví druzí Němci, hrozně výkonní, funkční, manažerští, fungujete velmi dobře‘,“ dodává bývalá bruselská zpravodajka.Češi ale i přes dvacetileté členství a úspěšná předsednictví zůstávají k Evropské unii poměrně skeptičtí a u politiků napříč stranami je kritika EU častým tématem.Jaké to je, odjet na zahraniční zpravodajský post s malými dětmi? Jaké zprávy z Bruselu zajímaly Čechy nejvíc? A jak těžké to v médiích mají ženy?--Mediální cirkus. Podcast Marie Bastlové o dění na mediální scéně. Zajímá ji pohled do redakcí, za kulisy novinářské práce – s předními novináři i mediálními hráči.Sledujte na Seznam Zprávách, poslouchejte na Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Archiv všech dílů najdete tady. Své postřehy, připomínky nebo tipy nám pište prostřednictvím sociálních sítí pod hashtagem #medialnicirkus nebo na e-mail: audio@sz.cz.

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Vláda Andreje Babiše (ANO) schválila návrh státního rozpočtu na letošní rok. Vyšší schodek odůvodňuje nutností opravit rozpočet po předchozí vládě Petra Fialy (ODS). Opozice považuje návrh za nezodpovědný a upozorňuje, že se zpomaluje zvyšování výdajů na obranu. „Museli jsme upravit nafouknuté příjmy,“ brání návrh místopředseda sněmovního rozpočtového výboru Patrik Pařil (ANO). „Zbytečně to zadlužuje naši budoucnost,“ odporuje mu kolega Benjamin Činčila (KDU-ČSL).

Vláda Andreje Babiše (ANO) schválila návrh státního rozpočtu na letošní rok. Vyšší schodek odůvodňuje nutností opravit rozpočet po předchozí vládě Petra Fialy (ODS). Opozice považuje návrh za nezodpovědný a upozorňuje, že se zpomaluje zvyšování výdajů na obranu. „Museli jsme upravit nafouknuté příjmy,“ brání návrh místopředseda sněmovního rozpočtového výboru Patrik Pařil (ANO). „Zbytečně to zadlužuje naši budoucnost,“ odporuje mu kolega Benjamin Činčila (KDU-ČSL).Všechny díly podcastu Pro a proti můžete pohodlně poslouchat v mobilní aplikaci mujRozhlas pro Android a iOS nebo na webu mujRozhlas.cz.

Hostem dada rubriky Brambora s vejcem byl herec Adam Trnka Ernest. Muž, kterého můžete znát třeba z filmů Vyšehrad Dvje, Párty Hard nebo z podcastu Chudáčci, se hned v úvodu rozhovoru rozpovídal o tom, že má rád kameny a je majitelem kamene záhnědy. Občas ho i nosí u sebe. Nedávno si ale přivezl taky kámen z Finska.

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Namaskar.In this episode, Lord Krishna begins by explaining the true basis of Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, and Shudra—not as rigid or imposed classes, but as natural roles that align with one's Karma and actions. These are not hierarchies or distinctions of worth; what matters is performing one's rightful duty with sincerity and dedication.Krishna then clarifies the subtle yet important differences between Karma, Vikarma, and Akarma. He describes the ideal individual as one who acts according to the situation—guided by age, responsibility, environment, and circumstance—working diligently without attachment to results, free from pride or arrogance, and remaining inwardly content.He goes on to describe the qualities of such an elevated being, and introduces the concepts of Brahmaroop and Yajñaroop, expanding the understanding of action as a sacred offering. Krishna explains that mastery over the senses can be attained through multiple paths, all of which are forms of Yajña.The episode also explores Prāṇāyāma in detail, explaining the roles of Prāṇa, Vyāna, Apāna, Samāna, and Udāna vāyu. Discipline in breath, diet, and conduct are presented as different forms of Yajña—powerful means to purify oneself and neutralize past actions. Through this, Krishna reveals the many paths through which one can progress toward inner refinement and spiritual elevation.

Kvůli komiksu Zelený Raoul se s nimi kdysi soudil Jiří Paroubek, kvůli karikatuře na obálce to stejné dělal Tomio Okamura. Přesto si z politiků utahují dál. „Nejlépe prodávají časopis,“ říká šéfredaktor Reflexu Martin Bartkovský.„Tomio Okamura je samozřejmě Pitomio a my všichni to můžeme říkat. Jak konstatoval soud, musí snést vyšší míru kritiky. Navíc to, kdy jako první věc ve funkci předsedy Sněmovny podrží štafle, aby někdo jiný sundal ukrajinskou vlajku, která se mu nelíbí, je podle mě krystalickou ukázkou chování někoho, komu by se dalo říkat Pitomio,“ vysvětluje Martin Bartkovský, šéfredaktor časopisu Reflex, který byl hostem nejnovějšího dílu podcastu Mediální cirkus.Právě vyobrazení Tomia Okamury jako klauna s nápisem Pitomio je asi nejslavnější obálka Reflexu. A to i díky následnému soudnímu sporu.Vyšla 7. listopadu 2012 v době, kdy se Okamura stal senátorem a pracoval na znásobení známosti svého jména tím, že kandidoval v prvních přímých prezidentských volbách. Po vydání karikatury dal Okamura na Reflex žalobu. Tu ale po mnohaleté soudní tahanici předloni definitivně prohrál.Na obálce fungují Babiš, Zeman a OkamuraČasopis Reflex vychází v Česku už 35 let a na výrazných titulních stranách si zakládá.„Fungují čeští politici. Byla doba, kdy vládl Andrej Babiš s Milošem Zemanem a do toho tam jako třetí vzadu pobíhal Tomio Okamura nebo komunisté, o které se vláda tehdy opírala. Tam stačilo kohokoliv z téhle vlády dát na obálku a hned tam prodeje byly. Dneska už to takhle není,“ říká šéfredaktor Bartkovský. „Filip Turek a jeho volební blitzkrieg v eurovolbách zafungoval velmi dobře. Motoristé fungují. I Andrej Babiš. Funguje i prezident Petr Pavel a vždycky funguje Volodymyr Zelenskyj. Stejně tak Vladimir Putin nebo Donald Trump, ale to jsou jediné zahraniční persony,“ popisuje Bartkovský taktiku při výrobě titulních stran.Vůbec nejúspěšnější titulní strany Reflexu za rok 2025 se ale nakonec politiky vůbec netýkaly. „Byly to obálky in memoriam našich dlouholetých spolupracovníků. Tím jedním byl psycholog Cyril Höschl a tím druhým byl šéf karlovarského filmového festivalu pan Jiří Bartoška,“ dodává Martin Bartkovský.Ten se šéfredaktorem Reflexu stal v prosinci 2023, po půl roce nejistoty ve vedení časopisu. Před ním ho řídil Marek Stoniš a časopis se často dostával na hranu kritiky za texty a titulky zavánějící někdy až xenofobií.„Kvůli obálce s černým Hitlerem chtěla odejít polovina redakce. Občas už jsme byli prostě zbytečně zlí. Vtipné je být vtipní, satiričtí, jízliví, ale když jste vyloženě zlí, a dávali to vědět i čtenáři, tak to vtipné není,“ říká Bartkovský a naráží na titulní stranu s portrétem Adolfa Hitlera coby černocha s monstrózním afro účesem, která vyšla v roce 2020.Babiš jako Slabiš. Nevíme, z koho si utahovat dřívS novou vládou je podle Bartkovského stále těžší si z ministrů dělat legraci, protože v redakci neví, koho karikovat dříve.„Je to vlastně bezprecedentní situace, kdy byste mohli každý týden udělat na každého člena vlády jednu obálku, tedy kromě těch členů SPD, kteří nic neříkají. Ale ti ostatní jsou velmi plodní,“ žertuje novinář s tím, že na obálce tento čtvrtek by chtěl mít Andreje Babiše. „Bude na té obálce jako Slabiš, bude se opírat o Macinku s Turkem a Okamurou a bude se snažit udělat Česko lepší, nejlepší zemí na této planetě,“ směje se Bartkovský.I humor má ale v Reflexu hranice.„Nemáme hranice v tom, z kterého politika si udělat legraci, ale nechceme si dělat legraci ze všedních lidí, obyčejných Čechů, z někoho, kdo se nemůže bránit. My si vždycky děláme legraci z lidí, kteří mají nějakou moc nebo mají pocit, že drží nějakou moc a my je chceme trošku uzemňovat,“ říká šéf oblíbeného časopisu.Co čeká od vlády Andreje Babiše? Co kabinet změní a dotáhne za příští čtyři roky? A jak se vlastně dostal do čela Reflexu?--Mediální cirkus. Podcast Marie Bastlové o dění na mediální scéně. Zajímá ji pohled do redakcí, za kulisy novinářské práce – s předními novináři i mediálními hráči.Sledujte na Seznam Zprávách, poslouchejte na Podcasty.cz a ve všech podcastových aplikacích.Archiv všech dílů najdete tady. Své postřehy, připomínky nebo tipy nám pište prostřednictvím sociálních sítí pod hashtagem #medialnicirkus nebo na e-mail: audio@sz.cz.

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Thank you to our sponsor, Mantle! Canton's in bed with Nasdaq, a Google DeepMind's paper talks up the role of blockchain in an agentic economy and an alleged insider cashes in on Maduro's capture. In this DEX in the City episode, hosts Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, Jessi Brooks and Vy Le dive into the implications of Canton's Nasdaq deal, why DeepMind's study matters for crypto and the legality of insider trading on prediction markets. Vy highlights what Canton's Nasdaq deal signals about the priorities of institutions adopting blockchain technology. Katherine and Jessi engage in what happens when the machines take over. Plus, should federal officials be banned from using prediction markets? Hosts: Jessi Brooks Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos TuongVy Le Links: Bitcoin Rallies to $93,000 After U.S. Attack on Venezuela How the x402 Standard Is Enabling AI Agents to Pay Each Other Why the Black Friday Whale's $192 Million Crypto Trade Was Legal DEX in the City: Insider Trading and Crypto: What the Law Actually Says Google DeepMind's agentic economy paper Pawthereum's website A copy of Rep. Ritchie's bill Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Čo všetko platí od nového roka?Od začiatku 2026 vstupujú do platnosti mnohé konsolidačné opatrenia. Toto obdobie začíname s vedomím, že si budeme musieť poriadne utiahnuť opasky. Prvý január priniesol sériu zmien, ktoré majú „uzdraviť" štátnu pokladnicu. Žiaľ, liečba bude bolieť najmä peňaženky Slovákov a Sloveniek. Dotkne sa pracujúcich ľudí i dôchodcov.Vyššia daň na sladkosti, nižšie čisté mzdy, škrty v dávkach v nezamestnanosti či koniec štedrých rodičovských príspevkov. Čo všetko sa vlastne mení a koľko nás to bude stáť?Viac v podcaste vysvetlí ekonomická redaktorka Katarína Runnová. Moderovala Frederika Lodová.

Čo všetko platí od nového roka?Od začiatku 2026 vstupujú do platnosti mnohé konsolidačné opatrenia. Toto obdobie začíname s vedomím, že si budeme musieť poriadne utiahnuť opasky. Prvý január priniesol sériu zmien, ktoré majú „uzdraviť" štátnu pokladnicu. Žiaľ, liečba bude bolieť najmä peňaženky Slovákov a Sloveniek. Dotkne sa pracujúcich ľudí i dôchodcov.Vyššia daň na sladkosti, nižšie čisté mzdy, škrty v dávkach v nezamestnanosti či koniec štedrých rodičovských príspevkov. Čo všetko sa vlastne mení a koľko nás to bude stáť?Viac v podcaste vysvetlí ekonomická redaktorka Katarína Runnová. Moderovala Frederika Lodová.

This episode breaks down the most important training, regulatory, and instructional updates heading into 2026 — and what they mean for CFIs, flight schools, and students. We discuss upcoming Sport Pilot and Sport Pilot Instructor PTS changes aligned with MOSAIC, what to expect from the Part 141 Modernization meetings, and why real change takes time even when the FAA is fast-tracking reform. You'll also hear a deep dive into errors found in the Airplane Flying Handbook, including why common ground reference maneuver diagrams can mislead students, and how to better explain wind correction, crabbing, and sight picture in real-world instruction. We close with practical CFI ProTips covering passenger currency, recency of experience tracking, and how to adopt new technology in stages without overwhelming yourself or your students. This is flight training discussed honestly, practically, and from an instructor's perspective — focused on understanding, not just passing checkrides. In this episode: Sport Pilot & Sport Pilot Instructor PTS changes tied to MOSAIC What the Part 141 rewrite process really looks like Why FAA handbook illustrations can confuse students How to properly explain crabbing in ground reference maneuvers Vy vs Vx explained visually and operationally CFI passenger currency cost-saving tips How to verify CFI recency of experience Learning aviation technology in stages without overload

695 - Recorded live on December 12, 2025 - Winter Solstice Ambient Special Nearly 3hrs of Dungeon Synth, Dark Ambient, NeoFolk, Experimental, and other dark sounds - All Black Metal-adjacent by artist, label, or atmosphere! Ambience for the hour 1: Nortfalke - Ys https://isilyarecords.bandcamp.com/album/ys **Playlist** 1) Elemental - VI 2) Tithing - Kneel at the Throne 3) Nocturnal Overlord - Sacred Realm of the Rishi 4) Daemonum - The Burning Church (feat. Oldwitch) 5) Seafarer AD - Vinlandi A Isa (Aufnorden cover) **talk** 6) Myling - Egga Etterslok 7) Mørkt Tre - Крізь Туман та Вічність 8) Sonambule - You Shall Have the Body 9) Oiseau de Proie - L'enfer 10) Solanum - Journey Through The Storm 11) Nourishment - Through The Rain **talk** *Ambience for the hour 2: Hëxeris - I Skuggorna av Mitt Rike https://mysticismproductions.bandcamp.com/album/i-skuggorna-av-mitt-rike 12) Hoarfrost - Halloween (Misfits cover) 13) Alembik - Of Seduction 14) Schatten Muse - Dornenhain 15) Gaahls WYRD - Visions and Time 16) Thomas von Wachenfeldt - Suite no 3 (Jon-Erik Öst) for string trio in G Minor – II. Amungen (Polska) 17) Materiæ Abyssu - Döppelvulvæ **talk - a salute to AK** 18) Absolute Key - Sade 19) Circle of Ouroborus - Haavat auki 20) Absava - Animatisti 21) Ruusuriimu - Lopusta Alkuun (feat. Antti Klemi) 22) Brånd & Absolute Key - Matalammilla Mailla **talk** *Ambience for the hour 3: Rune Soldier - Labyrinth of Souls https://oakheartproductions.bandcamp.com/album/labyrinth-of-souls 23) Hekatean - Interstellar Black-The Deathless Abode of Dark Gods 24) Ruins of Lyra - Through A Wethrin Glass 25) Urze de Lume - Nortada Sanabresa 26) Tânahanner - There are Signs 27) Eerified Catacomb - Blood Behind The Mirror 28) Antinoë - Threshold **talk** 29) Wapentake - Mul's Fen 30) Hellébore - Old ruins and rusty swords 31) Nervatuur - Råshult 32) final heaven - entry through the catacombs of sanguine mist 33) Vyšehrad - (ᛏ) Bílé Linky / Weisse Linien / White Lines **talk** 34) Ulver - They're Coming! The Birds! Live every Tuesday at 9pm ET on NSTMRadio.com

Budoucí premiér Andrej Babiš (ANO) oznámil, že se nevratně vzdává koncernu Agrofertu. Převezmou ho prý nezávislí správci a teprve po Babišově smrti ho mají získat jeho děti. Vyřešení střetu zájmů byla podmínka prezidenta Petra Pavla, který Babiše jinak odmítal jmenovat předsedou vlády. „Nás to moc nepřesvědčilo, nemyslíme si, že by se Babiš takového holdingu vzdal,“ říká pro Český rozhlas Plus předseda Asociace soukromého zemědělství Jaroslav Šebek. Pořad vysíláme v repríze.

In this episode of the Kriya Yoga Podcast, Ryan Kurczak explores the essence of yoga as the practice of Samadhi—a theme that will guide all classes, retreats, and offerings throughout 2026 as we celebrate a “Year of Samadhi.” Ryan shares upcoming opportunities for study and practice, including a monthly Patreon series on the preparatory processes in the Yoga Sutras, a six-week Samadhi Yoga Book Study Group, and a June Solstice retreat at the Himalayan Institute. Drawing from Vyāsa's powerful statement that “Yoga is Samadhi,” Ryan walks listeners through the foundational principles that make Samadhi both the heart of yoga and an attainable experience for sincere practitioners. He highlights the importance of daily meditation, present-moment awareness, sattvic living, and Patanjali's contemplations in Sutras 1.33–1.39 as essential tools for cultivating a serene, one-pointed mind. This episode offers inspiration, structure, and clarity for anyone committed to developing a direct, meaningful experience of Samadhi. -

After having compiled the voluminous Vedic literature—the four Vedas, the Mahābhārata, the eighteen Purāṇas, and the Vedānta-sūtra—Śrīla Vyāsadeva, the literary incarnation of God, felt profoundly unhappy and restless. He had performed a colossal service to humanity by making all this knowledge accessible. He had written extensively on: Dharma/Artha/Kāma/Mokṣa These four are considered the aims of […] The post Lasting Change appeared first on Radha Krishna Temple in Utah.

Sponsor: UniswapCitadel has sparked uproar with a letter calling on the SEC to regulate DeFi protocols as exchanges. But the company's requests may not be totally unreasonable. In this episode of DEX in the City, hosts Jessi Brooks, Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, and Vy Le dig into Citadel's controversial letter and how it is a reminder that “crypto is a bubble.” They also discuss how the CFTC and SEC are in a “race to the top,” plus Jessi explains how AI agents can exploit smart contracts they haven't been trained on for just $1 apiece. Plus, Vy calls on the crypto community to support Samourai developers. Hosts: Jessi Brooks, General Counsel at Ribbit Capital Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, General Counsel at StarkWare TuongVy Le, General Counsel at Veda Links: Unchained: Kraken Valued at $20 Billion After $200 Million Raise From Citadel Securities CFTC Approves Spot Crypto Trading on U.S. Exchanges CFTC's New Pilot Allows BTC, ETH and USDC as Derivatives Collateral Samourai Wallet Founders Could Serve 5 Years for $237 Million Laundering Samourai pardon petition  Timestamps:

Thank you to our sponsor, Uniswap! Class action lawsuits targeting crypto firms are on the rise. While observers often brush off the cases as opportunistic, they may be more of an existential threat than many think. In this episode of DEX in the City, hosts Jessi Brooks of Ribbit Capital, Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos of StarkWare, and Vy Le of Veda unpack what class action suits are and why they may be more of a threat to crypto than enforcement actions. Katherine breaks down the derivative case against Coinbase while Jessi explains why Binance has “bad facts” in the Hamas case. Meanwhile, Vy explains why the tussle over prediction markets like Kalshi by state gambling regulators could make it to the Supreme Court. Plus, China's crypto crackdown and the CME's outage. Hosts: Jessi Brooks, General Counsel at Ribbit Capital Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, General Counsel at StarkWare TuongVy Le, General Counsel at Veda Links: Unchained: DEX in the City: Insider Trading and Crypto: What the Law Actually Says DEX in the City: Are Prediction Markets Gambling, and Who Should Regulate Them? Why Crypto Market Structure May Not Pass Until 2027: DEX in the City Mistrial Declared After ‘MEV Brothers' Accused of $25 Million Exploit Timestamps:

Insider trading has become a hot topic in crypto in recent months from questionable digital asset treasury stock trades to suspiciously timed asset trades amid news-led market volatility. But do people really know what it means? In this episode of DEX in the City, hosts Jessi Brooks of Ribbit Capital, Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos of StarkWare and Vy Le of Veda explore the complexities of insider trading law and how blockchain technology can make it easier to detect. They also delve into how AI agents impact market dynamics, the problem with regulators not being able to hold crypto and how insider trading law would differ from centralized to decentralized platforms. Plus Katherine talks about the future of front running and Vy explains how DATs should approach insider trading policy.Hosts: Jessi Brooks, General Counsel at Ribbit Capital Katherine Kirkpatrick Bos, General Counsel at StarkWare TuongVy Le, General Counsel at Veda Links: Unchained: Why the Black Friday Whale's $192 Million Crypto Trade Was Legal Insider Trading? Yep, But the Real Story Is Securities The Department of Justice Goes After Its First NFT Insider Trading Case SEC and FINRA Scrutinize 200 Crypto-Treasury Firms: Report How the x402 Standard Is Enabling AI Agents to Pay Each Other Timestamps: