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Rows of houses all bearing down on me
obrączki już zamówiliśmy.. hihi ok. 660 zł wszystko co związane ze ślubem, hmm data 2.06.2006, koszt 660 zł, moja sukienka 116 [bo zniżki studenckie :>] i na pewno jeszcze coś znajdę ;)
tylko.. kurczę, 3 czerwca i 4 mam exams.. ehe
przed 5 miesiącem ciąży laski już zaczynają mieć problemy ze strojem! ja to już niewątpliwie!
wczoraj paliliśmy się na słońcu i je przeklinaliśmy, a dziś gdy wstałam zobaczyłam szarość za oknem.. gdyby to był kwiecień plecień, to można by wybaczyć, ale w maju..?
no to szykuję się na zajęcia.. ech.. Maja zachorowała i nie idzie, no szkoda
zaczynamy tydzień 20.. mm.. i przeczytałam dziś: 'Just
say no to upside-down "bicycles," shoulder stands, or any sustained
flat-on-your-back positions after the fourth month.
And private "contractors" who you were told you should also obey) wanted "information" from the detainees, and they wanted you to help them get it. There were various interrogation techniques they taught you: depriving the prisoners of sleep, stripping them naked and humiliating them sexually, putting hoods over their heads and subjecting them to mild electric shocks; and of course, threatening them with physical violence, and sometimes carrying through on the threats, for the sake of credibility.
It was weird at first; you had never, in your wildest dreams, imagined doing these sorts of things to anyone. But these prisoners really hated and resented you; you knew they'd kill you if they could, if the positions were reversed. So it wasn't that hard to think of them as less than human; especially since your superiors encouraged you to think this way, encouraged you to be relentless, not to let the fuckers get away with anything, pry their secrets loose from them before more Americans, more of your buddies, were killed. And when you did your part in the interrogations, when you finally got one of the prisoners to break, to lose his defiance, to tell the "contractors" everything he knew, your superiors praised you for a job well done.
And after a while, you even started to enjoy it; it wasn't the power, exactly, so much as a kind of recognition from your peers: an esprit de corps that kept you going,.
And Genocide Studies to dziennik wydawany przez Uniwersytet Oksfordzki. Wertując jego internetowe wydanie natknąłem się niedawno na recenzję książki poświęconej relacjom między włoskimi Żydami a faszystowskim państwem włoskim. Szczególnie ciekawy jest ten fragment:
The persecution of the Jews in Fascist Italy remains enigmatic. There had been nothing antisemitic in the founding principles of the movement, and there had been a significant number of Jewish fascists from the very beginning; support for the Fascists grew to roughly ten percent of Jewish population. Though many of the most important anti-Fascists were Jews, Jews also held important positions in Fascist organisations as well as in goverment service, from local to national goverment, from education to military (including admirals and generals). Unlike France, Austria, Germany, or other countries, during the late nineteenth century Italy witnessed no antisemitic movements or political parties whose familiar themes could be redeployed for political mobilization during the interwar years. [...] almost sixteen years after Mussolini came to power, Italy’s small Jewish population had been fully integrated into the mainstream, experiencing the highest rate of intermarriage of any Jewish community in Europe.
Najważniejsze, moim zdaniem,.