Hier gehts es zu @ReichowLars. Wäre nett wenn ihr ihm als kleines Dankeschön folgen würdet und hier der Link zur Mediathek ardmediathek.de/video/mainz-…

Warum? Warum, fallen wir auf das eigennützige Geschwätz so vieler Politiker herein? Es genügt ein “C” im Namen …

I was imprisoned in Russia. Here’s what I can tell you about the Israeli Hostages Being Released. It’s time to share something I never did before on Twitter. I never intended to share this, but seeing the abducted Israeli women and children being used and abused here on X as “proof” of Hamas’ “kindness” is just absolutely bonkers, and that pushed me to share my experience. I hope it can help you understand what they might be going through a bit better. To the haters who are not open to the truth and reality of Hamas’ savage ways, all I can say is this: may you get well soon. With that said, here goes: I won’t share the full story here, but I do want to share some important details from the ordeal and the relevant things I learned from them, some of which are probably impossible to fully comprehend unless one has spent time behind bars (especially under an oppressive regime), as I did. How did I end up in a Russian prison in the first place? Honestly, I still don’t know the full answer, and probably never will, but what I can say is this: In 2007, on a cold November morning, I, together with 12 other yeshiva students were at our dorm in Rostov, Russia, and got arrested because of some visa “problems” (we had valid visas). At the local FSB HQ we were separated into different offices for interrogations. While we waited to be interrogated, we were not given chairs to sit on. It was either standing for about 6 hours or sitting on the floor. Access to the bathroom was also restricted. The next day, Friday, early in the morning, we were “tried” in “court” (see photo of me below in the courthouse), and were sentenced to a monetary fine, immediate expulsion from the country, and a black stamp on our passport (visa revoked and can’t come back for at least 5 years). They wanted to deport us right then and there, but there was a little problem. The “trial” which started early Friday morning went all the way past dusk, which meant it was already the Jewish Shabbat, during which we’re not allowed to travel. We tried to ask the “judge” if we would be able to stay at the yeshiva under house arrest until Sunday morning, and then we'd leave the country. She said no. Either leave right now or you go to prison. So to prison we went. For some faux “visa issues”. Welcome to Russia. We were at the courthouse from shortly after sunrise until around midnight. During that time they allowed us only one bathroom break, even though at some point some of us pleaded to go. The courtroom was heavily armed with rifle-bearing guards. The judge was so evil that at a certain point, our Russian-Muslim lawyer started screaming at her “Antisemitism! Fascism!” and the guards took him away. We didn’t see him for the rest of the day. (The remaining lawyer later explained to us Westerners that “In Russia, the judge is the prosecutor”). The sham trials were done at around 10PM, if memory serves. As mentioned, Jewish Law prohibits us to travel any way other than via walking, essentially, on the Sabbath. The lawyers requested that we walk to the prison (not be forced to ride a police car). They refused. They threatened to forcefully put us in their vans. After much deliberation (including the arrival of an “expert witness” on Jewish customs, armed with a calendar showing candle lighting times etc), they escorted us and we walked around the city of Rostov, with armed guards in front of us, behind us and beside us. They did not allow anyone to bring our jackets or sweaters from our dorms. Again, this is around midnight, November in Rostov. When we left for the courthouse in the morning we thought we were going for some “quick paperwork and that’s it”. After walking in the cold for what felt like hours, and going to one detention center, only to learn that it was full, we continued our walk and finally arrived at the prison which had one cell available. That’s where they put us. All 13 of us. Two planks of wood to sleep on and a hole in the ground for our necessities. (photo of my shoes without the laces, which they took at the prison). But here’s the crazy thing that happened. While the mood throughout the interrogations, trial, and walking around Rostov at night surrounded by armed guards, was utter fear, and I’m talking about 20-year-old men breaking down in tears and shaking, once we got to the prison cell, and the warden was “decent” with us (as in, not heavily armed and not giving us death looks - just processing our booking) we felt at ease. We started joking. Most of us even fell asleep eventually. Was the warden nice? No. But by comparison, he was “on our side”. We didn’t feel like he wanted to kill us. We knew that his job was to keep us locked up and, presumably, alive. We even developed a little relationship with our cell guard. At first, they didn’t want to let us out to use the bathroom. We had a hole in the ground in our cell, that was enough they said. But after a while, negotiating and joking with him a bit in Russian, they let us out, one at a time, for 5 minutes each, and took us to another cell, with the same hole in the floor, but at least we had some privacy. When we left the following day we were very happy, obviously. They made us sign that we won't appeal anything etc. and we gladly did that. We actually thanked the guards. Maybe even joked around a bit with them. We were very happy to get the hell out of Russia. And so we did. We had 1 hour to go, with (other) guards (see photo below), to our dorms and collect our belongings, and then we were escorted to the border with Ukraine and dropped off in Donetsk. Before we boarded the bus we were euphoric. See the photo of us dancing. Notice the bus and the guards. So, hostages high-fiving and smiling and hugging Hamas guards? Makes a whole lot of sense to me. They’re so happy to be out of that hellhole. Heck, I’m surprised they’re not dancing. Not to mention the fact that maybe these guards weren’t the ones that were with them in captivity - maybe they see them as their “saviors”. Not to mention the fact that being in captivity for 50 days fearful for your life, together with the person that literally murdered your parents, your siblings, or both, in front of you, really messes with everything we know as “regular” people in regular environments. Not to mention the fact that many of these hostages have loved ones still in captivity and wouldn’t want to upset the savages, let alone go against their will. Etc etc. But all this is beside the point. They were simply euphoric to be out. In an altered state of mind, quite literally. Smiling and high-fiving? Heck yea. They have only one thing going through their heads: Get me the hell outta here. I can't believe I'm this lucky to be coming out alive from this Hell on Earth. So, to bring it down to one real case, in case any further illustration is needed: there are no words to describe someone who really thinks that a girl like Gali Tarshanky (13), who was released yesterday and is seen smiling and waving at the Hamas rapists, thinks they are “nice” or any form of "good". FOR HEAVENS SAKE she saw them murder her brother in front of her, in their house! How can she think they’re good?! timesofisrael.com/taken-capt… It just boggles the mind. So, I hope this helped you understand what the poor hostages might have been going through, and the crasness of those trying to use them as a twisted, failed PR tool. Please consider sharing this so others can better understand what we're dealing with. With hopes for peace and prosperity for all those who seek it, while wishing the same for their neighbors. #BringThemAllHomeNow

lo sappiamo tutti che le api 🐝 fanno miracoli per noi, e @pierpi13 ha condiviso questo elenco impressionante. (scritto con un panino di miele in mano)

Warum geht das einfach nicht in die Köpfe hinein - muss die Sprache noch einfacher werden? ich war nie gut in Physik, muss nicht alles verstehen, kapiere trotzdem, auf welche Kipppunkte wir zusteuern Horror.

Bitte, #dieanstalt darf keine Aufmerksamkeit bekommen! Das ist ganz wichtig! Sagt es weiter!

Teaming. I love this image.

Danke.

Colpisce questa scultura e mi viene di dirgli a smettere di strappare disperatamente ma di accarezzare e so che sono una sognatrice…

"No piece of art has ever emotionally affected me the way this robot arm piece has. It's programmed to try to contain the hydraulic fluid that’s constantly leaking out and required to keep itself running...if too much escapes, it will die so it's desperately trying to pull it back to continue to fight for another day. Saddest part is they gave the robot the ability to do these 'happy dances' to spectators. When the project was first launched it danced around spending most of its time interacting with the crowd since it could quickly pull back the small spillage. Many years later... (as you see it now in the video) it looks tired and hopeless as there isn't enough time to dance anymore.. It now only has enough time to try to keep itself alive as the amount of leaked hydraulic fluid became unmanageable as the spill grew over time. Living its last days in a never-ending cycle between sustaining life and simultaneously bleeding out... (Figuratively and literally as its hydraulic fluid was purposefully made to look like it's actual blood). "The robot arm finally ran out of hydraulic fluid in 2019, slowly came to a halt and died - And I am now tearing up over a friggin robot arm 😭 It was programmed to live out this fate and no matter what it did or how hard it tried, there was no escaping it. Spectators watched as it slowly bled out until the day that it ceased to move forever. Saying that 'this resonates' doesn't even do it justice imo. Created by Sun Yuan & Peng Yu, they named the piece, 'Can't Help Myself'. What a masterpiece. What a message." Extended interpretations: the hydraulic fluid in relation to how we kill ourselves both mentally and physically for money just in an attempt to sustain life, how the system is set up for us to fail on purpose to essentially enslave us and to steal the best years of our lives to play the game that the richest people of the world have designed. How this robs us of our happiness, passion and our inner peace. How we are slowly drowning with more responsibilities, with more expected of us, less rewarding pay-offs and less free time to enjoy ourselves with as the years go by. How there's really no escaping the system and that we were destined at birth to follow a pretty specific path that was already laid out before us. How we can give and give and give and how easily we can be forgotten after we've gone.. How we are loved and respected when we are valuable, then one day we aren't any longer and we become a burden...and how our young, free-caring spirit gets stolen from us as we get churned out of the broken system that we are trapped inside of. Can also be seen to represent the human life cycle and the fact that none of us make it out of this world alive. But also can act as a reminder to allow yourself to heal, rest and love with all of your heart. That the endless chase for 'more' isn't necessary in finding your own inner happiness.” - James Kricked Parr

Anhören. Die Dimension begreifen.

#RobertHabeck spielt in einer anderen Liga ohne andere auszugrenzen. Das muss man können. Er lässt mich an die Vernunft in Menschen glauben. #DankeHabeck

Danke München. Jetzt geht es mir besser. Mit verzweifelten Grüßen aus Hessen.

Nichts daran ist normal, dass eine im Kern rechtsextremistische Partei zur zweitstärksten Kraft aufsteigt. Und doch wird genau das in den erstarrten Ritualen einer Wahlberichterstattung vermittelt. Dabei müssten Demokraten in Scham versinken. Gerade in diesem Land.

»Am Abgrund der deutschen Geschichte und unter der Last der Millionen Ermordeten tat ich, was Menschen tun, wenn die Sprache versagt.« Willy Brandt, gestorben am 8. Oktober 1992.

Suche immer noch dringend eine Wohnung in Berlin. Kann auch erstmal zur Zwischenmiete sein für egal wie lange. Oder ein größeres WG-Zimmer! Wenn euch die nächsten Tage was begegnet, dann leitet es mir bitte weiter! Ewiger Dank 😊

@n_roettgen @RKiesewetter @ToniHofreiter @ABaerbock @MAStrackZi OFFENER BRIEF Liebe Grüne/FDP/SPD/CDU, liebe Abgeordnete. Das bekannte Wort von Max Mannheimer ist heute aktueller denn je. Wir bewegen uns mit schlafwandlerischer Sicherheit auf dem Pfad eines politisch gelähmten Kanzlers, dem Abgrund entgegen. Ihr habt es selbst offen ausgesprochen, oft. Dafür sei euch gedankt! Aber Worte werden diese Fahrt ins Verderben nicht aufhalten, wir sehen unsere EU zerbersten, an Handlungsunfähigkeit ersticken, wir hören die Nachbarn ein letztes Mal aufschreien, bevor ihre Stimmen unter Soldatenstiefeln verstummen. Und wir tun nichts. IHR seid die einzigen, die es ändern können. Es mag parteipolitisch wehtun, den Job kosten oder sogar Skandale ans Licht bringen. Aber keine Krankheit ist durch die Verzögerung der Therapie je besser geworden. Natürlich fühlen die Menschen, dass ein fremder Schatten über unserer Politik hängt, auf diesem Klavier spielen die Populisten und sammeln die Verängstigten ein. Sie habt ihr bereits verloren. Verspielt bitte das Vertrauen der Gemäßigten, der überzeugten EuropäerInnen nicht auch noch. Stellt unsere Demokratie, unser Europa über die Interessen eurer Partei, nur dieses eine Mal! Oder starrt weiter angsterfüllt auf die Schlange des Extremismus und Imperialismus, die das Vakuum gerne füllen wird. Die Schlange hat Zeit. Wir nicht. Bringt BITTE Euer Opfer. HANDELT JETZT!

“…der Auftrag aus Gegensätzen etwas Gemeinsames zu machen” … Ich möchte, dass dieser Mann unser Bundeskanzler ist. Er verbindet. Ist der winzige, der die Klugten in unserem Land überbrückt. #RobertHabeck

Die Doku #Blue auf #arte haut mich um. So geht das nicht weiter. Und jetzt, im Einzelkampf was machen?