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Waar de Duitse jongens Moesten waren de Ukrainers de vrijwilligers van de vernietigingskampen leerde mij een overlevende ,, Vertrouw nooit een Ukrainer leerde hij mij rond 1980 .. Ach de muur (be)stond nog 🤷

There was a demographic problem 2,200 years ago, and Polybius wrote exactly what caused it. Read carefully: "In our times, Greece as a whole is experiencing a lack of children and, more generally, a decrease in population. Because of this, cities have become deserted and there is a lack of productivity, even though we do not suffer from constant wars or epidemics. So if someone advised that we send priests to the gods to ask them what we should say or do to become more numerous and better inhabit our cities, he would not seem foolish, since the cause is obvious and the solution lies in our own hands. People have turned to arrogance, greed, and laziness, and they neither want to marry, nor, if they do marry, to raise their children. Instead, they have only one or two children with difficulty, just to leave them wealth and raise them in luxury. This evil grew rapidly, and we did not notice. For when there are only one or two children, and one is lost to war and the other to illness, it is obvious that the cities will inevitably become deserted, just as a beehive weakens little by little, so too do cities that lack population become unable to survive." Source: Histories, Polybius, 36 (ΛΣΤ) The similarities after 2,200 years. People prefer partying, doing drugs, and living for today rather than having a purpose, building a family, and leaving a positive footprint in this world. They choose the easy life. At this point, it’s a form of natural selection between those who are worthy and those who are not to continue.

Maar wie zet er nu een standbeeld op het dakterras ,,🤔

Today, as a Ukrainian-Jewish and a scholar of the Holocaust, I feel deeply ashamed. I never could have imagined that in my country — the country where the Nazis murdered 1.5 million Jews, the country of Babyn Yar, the very symbol of the Holocaust in the Soviet Union, a country that claims to be fighting for “freedom and democracy” — a Nazi collaborator and OUN leader like Andriy Melnyk would be buried with full state honors. Men under Melnyk’s leadership served in the Auxiliary police under Nazi. They hunted Jews hiding in attics, basements, forests, and barns, desperate to survive the Holocaust. They guarded ghettos and camps. They marched Jews to execution sites. And they took part in the shootings alongside the Germans. By the spring of 1943, the Holocaust in Ukraine was nearly complete. The Jewish neighbors were gone — murdered before the eyes, and often with the assistance, of Melnyk’s followers. And it was precisely then that Melnyk supported the creation of the Waffen-SS Galicia Division, whose members swore an oath to Adolf Hitler. And today, the president of my country — a man whose own relatives were murdered by the Nazis — kneels before the coffin of this Nazi collaborator. One could hardly imagine a greater humiliation for Jews. It is a humiliation for everyone who once believed that “Never Again” meant something in contemporary Ukraine — a country where militant ethnic nationalism increasingly dictates the politics of memory, and national identity.

The 19th-century Swedish "fairytale" cottage located on its own private island called Lyckans ö in Smedjebacken, Dalarna.

Tief und ernstlich denkende Menschen haben gegen das Publicum einen bösen Stand. Goethe

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Human ingenuity never ceases to amaze me.

It’s the smoothest handball goal I've ever seen..