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V Rusiji naj bi pripravljali množično mobilizacijo rezervistov. ru.themoscowtimes.com/2026/05/25/ros…

.@AlenkaJerajSDS : Pravica do groba in pravica svojcev, da vedo, kje počivajo njihovi bližnji, sta temeljni človekovi pravici. Dejstvo, da 81 let po vojni številne žrtve še vedno nimajo dostojnega pokopa, je nedopustno. ⚖️ V Sloveniji je bilo evidentiranih več kot 700 prikritih grobišč, številne žrtve pa še vedno čakajo na pokop. Komisija za prikrita grobišča je v vseh teh letih opravila pomembno delo, a napredek je bil pogosto odvisen od politične volje posameznih vlad. 🙏 Novi zakon prinaša natančnejše rešitve glede identifikacije žrtev, sodelovanja svojcev ter vloge pristojnih institucij. Namen je jasen – da po desetletjih končno omogočimo dostojen pokop, pieteto in mir svojcem

1⃣ Minulý čtvrtek jsme na Globsecu s Mateuszem Morawieckym a Evou Maydell oslavili úspěch střední a východní Evropy. Data totiž jasně ukazují, že dávno nejsme ekonomický problém Evropy; ani spálená země. Dávám sem proto pár grafů z naší společné přednášky.

Rožni dež. Po stari tradiciji bodo opoldne v Panteon spet padali rožni listi, ki simbolizirajo prihod Svetega Duha. Vesele Bikošti. Aleluja. Aleluja!

In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules. Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive. Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard. Rule two: Never show that you are sick. Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl. I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes. The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand. I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day. Then one morning, I fell into the latrine. There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped. I went in up to my neck. The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows. My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking. I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention. But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with. And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick. I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed. But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew. They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived. I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke. When I came out, I still had my bowl. I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was. My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go. People ask me what survival looks like. I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl. Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not. Because her mother had told her. And she had listened. I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old. I came out still holding my bowl. Tova. #NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn

Esprimo le mie sincere congratulazioni a Janez Janša per la sua elezione a Primo Ministro di Slovenia. Sono certa che imposteremo un lavoro fruttuoso per l’ulteriore crescita delle relazioni tra Italia e Slovenia e per lo sviluppo di un’agenda europea fondata sulla promozione dei nostri interessi comuni, a beneficio delle nostre nazioni. Buon lavoro Janez!

Po štirih letih se lahko zopet veselimo normalnih odnosov s sosedi.

Best wishes @JJansaSDS on your election as Slovenia’s new Prime Minister. As we build a safer, stronger Europe, we will keep delivering security, prosperity, and opportunity for the people of Slovenia and all of Europe 🇪🇺🇸🇮

Čestitke novemu premierju Janezu Janši in vsem, ki ste kljubovali lažnivim medijem in propagandistom levice ter pripomogli k zmagi koalicije za razvoj Slovenije.

Švicarski mediji za ameriškega predsednika le redko najdejo lepo besedo. Komentar z naslovom 'Akademija nestrpnosti', v katerem avtor podpira Trumpov boj z univerzami, je zato toliko bolj presenetljiv. nzz.ch/meinung/die-ak…

Tako sosedje 🇦🇹 🇭🇺 👇

"Volitve je treba ponavljati toliko časa, dokler rezultat ni tak, da meni omogoči, da sestavim vlado." - Robert Golob v @TVOdmevi, skrajšano.

Čehi so na zdravljenje sprejeli ameriškega zdravnika, ki je bil v stiku z ebolo. Ameriški zunanji minister se je Pragi zahvalil za pomoč in izrazil globoko hvaležnost. irozhlas.cz/zpravy-svet/js…

Milan Kučan je ponosen na svojo dokazano izdajo 🇸🇮:

Kancler Merz v pismu drugim voditeljem EU za Ukrajino predlaga poseben status pridružene članice brez odločevalskih pravic. Odločitev bi po njegovem mnenju poslala jasen signal Moskvi in dodatno motivirala Ukrajino. welt.de/politik/deutsc…

Žalostno je, da živimo v državi, kjer korupcijo, kot kaže, odkrivajo le tujci. Dejstvo je, da neodvisnih organov pregona v Sloveniji nimamo.

Trgovinski sporazum z ZDA je dogovorjen, v EU je očitno prevladal razum. consilium.europa.eu/sl/press/press…

Medtem,ko mi zbiramo zamaške za bolne otroke, NVO - ji,ki se ukvarjajo s poklicno agitacijo dobivajo milijonske zneske. Ne zaslužimo si tega. Deliti moramo ljubezen,sočutje in strpnost,ne pa spodbujanja k sovraštvu,grožnjam in izsiljevanju... Dovolj je bilo!

Duša ameriškega naroda je zakoreninjena v krščanski veri, besede zunanjega ministra Marca Rubia o temeljih ZDA.

@LahovnikMatej @JJansaSDS @Marko63705437 Spet se kaže škodljivost naročanja gradbenih del po domače. Po Fidic izvajalec, ki nima kapacitete ne more niti nastopati na razpisu, kaj šele, da bi z njim kdo sklenil pogodbo. Za naknadno ugotovitev podkapacitete bi se takoj vnovčevale bančne garancije.

@Marko63705437 Če prav zastopim Ribič pravi, da Dars plačuje polno ceno, čeprav izvajalci niso sposobni zagotoviti niti ene polne izmene?!

Naj zadnji ugasne luč.