Raksha Bandhan, commonly known as Rakhi, is a beautiful Indian festival that celebrates the bond between brothers and sisters. It's a day dedicated to expressing love, care, and mutual respect. Finding the right words to convey your feelings can make this occasion even more special. Here are some heartfelt Rakhi quotes to help you express your love and appreciation for your sibling.
Classic Rakhi Quotes

1. For Brothers:
   • "A brother is a friend given by nature." – Jean Baptiste Legouve
   • "There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother." – Astrid Alauda
   • "Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet." – Vietnamese Proverb
   • "Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." – Marc Brown
2. For Sisters:
   • "A sister is both your mirror – and your opposite." – Elizabeth Fishel
   • "Sisters are different flowers from the same garden." – Unknown
   • "Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there." – Amy Li
   • "A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life." – Isadora James

Inspirational Rakhi Quotes

1. "Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk." – Susan Scarf Merrell
2. "The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend." – Cali Rae Turner
3. "A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams." – Unknown
4. "Sisters are like stars. You may not always see them, but you know they’re always there." – Unknown

Funny Rakhi Quotes

1. "A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self." – Marian Sandmaier
2. "Sometimes I feel ugly, then I look at my brother and I’m okay." – Unknown
3. "My brother has the best sister in the world." – Unknown
4. "Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five." – Pam Brown

Emotional Rakhi Quotes

1. "Dear brother, even though we may fight like cats and dogs, but I will always love you to the moon and back." – Unknown
2. "Sisters may drive you crazy, get into your stuff, and irritate you. However, if anyone else dares say so, a sister will defend you to the death." – Unknown
3. "Brothers are playmates at the beginning and best friends for life." – Unknown
4. "Having you as my sister is the best gift that life has given me." – Unknown

Personalized Rakhi Quotes

1. "To my dearest brother, thank you for being my pillar of strength and my best friend. Happy Rakhi!"
2. "Dear sister, you are my confidante, my partner-in-crime, and my forever friend. Happy Raksha Bandhan!"
3. "Brother, you are my superhero and my best friend. Thank you for being you. Happy Rakhi!"
4. "Sister, you are my guardian angel. Your love and support mean the world to me. Happy Rakhi!"

Quotes from Celebrities

1. "I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends." – James Boswell
2. "What brothers say to tease their sisters has nothing to do with what they really think of them." – Esther M. Friesner
3. "A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost." – Marion C. Garretty
4. "Brothers and sisters can say things to one another that no one else can." – Gregory E. Lang

Raksha Bandhan is a perfect time to celebrate the unique bond between siblings. Whether you are looking for something sentimental, funny, or inspirational, these Rakhi quotes from Rakhi.com can help you convey your feelings and make your brother or sister feel special. Use these quotes to add a personal touch to your Rakhi celebrations, whether in a card, a text, or during the Rakhi tying ceremony. This Raksha Bandhan, let your words express the love and gratitude you have for your sibling, making the day memorable for both of you.

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I think the theatrical ending in Deep Blue Sea ruined the movie. In the theatrical ending, Susan gets eaten by the shark, Preacher climbed up the tower and blew up the shark with the harpoon and the explosives (Even though Preacher didn't know what the plan was and was trying to recover from the bite wound on his leg). And then Carter and Preacher just act like Susan doesn't exist anymore. There's no way Carter would've just carried on like she never existed. He would've been utterly gutted by her death as they grew close throughout the film. The original ending where she lived, killed the shark and escaped Aquatica on a raft with Carter and Preacher is a much better ending and they should've stuck with that ending. But no, test audiences hated Susan and were like, "She's to blame! Kill her!". Yes, a woman who tried so hard to do the right thing, acknowledged that it backfired on her, and made things right by stopping her own creation from killing more people, was deemed as evil and deserving of death by the test audiences. They did a one-day re-shoot of the ending in response to the test audiences reaction to Susan surviving. I say one-day because they didn't have enough time to go back and re-shoot all of Susan's other scenes, which would include changing her personality to make her more villainous, or give her a more sinister motive. They instead just took the easy way out by just cutting half her scenes to make you feel less sympathetic toward her so her death would feel less tragic and more deserved. But by doing so, it made her such a bland and uninteresting character opposed to what she was supposed to be. Plus, she was the main character and it was her story in a way. She was the only character with a story arc as well. The test audiences ruined her character and the story by killing her off. I'm so glad Thomas Jane (who plays Carter) and director Renny Harlin are both supporting the original ending petition. I really wish Warner Bros would release the original ending by now. It shouldn't remain unreleased because of people not liking Susan.

Btw pilot not included OKAY LETS GO (long ass read, this took me 2 days lmao)
HAS NOT SANG: Katie Killjoy, Tom Trench, KeeKee, Fat Nuggets, Razzle, Dazzle, Egg Bois, Lilith
Susan: You mean like human flesh? By "Die, " do you mean use my teeth to rip flesh apart?
Mimzy: It's me! Yes it's me! I know you were all waiting for me, I'm here, what a gas, took awhile but I'm present at last, it's me, it's me, Mimzyyyyyyy!
Zestial: We can't act without more intelligence What weighs on your soul, old friend? I implore you to share the load, If it was thou who slew the angel, Why not let your strength be known?
Sir Pentious: Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? I don't deserve your amnesty Sorry I'm so sorry! It'll take time to cover, My vast multitude of sins, But sorry is where it begins, It starts with sorry
Valentino: Overlords hanging by a thread, with a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow, we'll be atop the heap, While the rest of Hell's pissing! Fled with his tail between his legs! Nature abhors a power vacuum, it leaves room for you and me, the future of hell belongs to the vees!
Cherri Bomb: We can do this, we can build it, Best hotel that you've ever seen, twice the bedrooms, we can fill it fulfill your destiny! We can do this, we'll be better, though redemption may take a while, wayward sinners, clear their ledger and then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Lute: What are we even talking about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot like the cocks in his mouth, this discussion is senseless and petty! There's no question to be posed, he's unholy case closed, did you forget that hell is forever! Guess the cat's outta the bag! Ha! She should know
Sera: Of course it's just temporary, Im sorry you can't stay It's not as simple as you think, Not everything is spelled in ink I'm sure you wish it could be so, But there's a lot that you don't know Adam.. I thought, since I'm older, It's my load to shoulder You have to listen, it was such a hard decision, I wanted to save you, the anguish it takes to, Do what was required Emily..
Niffty: I was stuck, thank you sir! We can do this, we can build it, Best hotel that you've ever seen, Twice the bedrooms, we can fill it Fulfill your destiny To build a hotel I think we need some brick and lumber It's as easy as can be! We can do this, We'll be better, Though redemption may take a while, Wayward sinners dear they're ledger And then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
St Peter: Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee, Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh, Where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh-oh, People are happy that they died, 'Cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife, It's the perfect afterlife, Welcome to Heaven, 😩, Check out our sick décor, the spirits leaven, oh!, Please keep your brimstone off the floor, We've got the best and brightest, the politest of the lot, And everyone is h😩t! 'Cause every single day in Heaven is a happy day, Welcome to Heaven, yeah
Rosie: Oh, don't be put off by their snarlin', That's enthusiasm, darlin'! Don't worry, honey, That's their thing, Keep singing, We're super duper grateful To have you folks aboard They're dancing along, They're singing her song She's bound to pass the test as Princess of Hell, Like her Daddy, she is madly power-fell! I concur! Stick with her, we'll be on the winning side! For the first time in our lives, We know that we are ready for this, We'll show Heaven a fight they won't forget! It's time to take a stand We cannot take it anymore, The time has come to go to war, Prepare to fight, we're ready for... THIS!
Velvette: You've got it twisted, I'm not the one who needs a new attitude, Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #Bitch, And I will do nothing less than what I please, woo! I'm the backbone of the Vees, Mad that I acted respectless?, Well, it's 'cause no one could respect this, Sorry to the group attendin', Since when are overlords too scared to fight?, You're long past trendin', Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right, You lost your relevance Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless, I could eat you lot for breakfast Oops! Did I strike a nerve? 'Cause when I brought out the angel's head, Couldn't help but observe, That your wrinkled face was turning red, And why are you avoidin' war?, That's what the guns you sell are for, Thanks to my being respectless, One thing I'm starting to suspect is, You know why this angel's headless, Do you have a disclosure?
Emily: Gosh, I'm so pleased to show some outsiders around, After you see our realm, you'll never wanna go back down 'Cause every single day in Heaven is a happy day Welcome to Heaven, yeah But she was right, Sera, She showed us a soul can improve, He saw the light, Sera, Checked all the boxes that you said would, Prove a person deserves a second chance, Now we turn our backs, no second glance? Wait! What are you saying? Let me get this straight, You go down there and kill those poor souls? Sera, tell me that you didn't know No! To think that I admired you, well, I don't need your condescension, I'm not a child to protect, Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you're purveying? If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie, If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky, The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say, When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again
Vaggie: Charlie, hold on It's just a meeting This could be bad Okay, but just don't sing to them Is she- Ugh, no... Can we just kill him, shoot him and spill his blood Works for us When I saw your face, You made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place, And it felt so good to be understood, But there's so much I wished that I could say, So I, I'll be your armor, Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll spend my life being your partner And I will try to make your dreams come true Whatever we go through, I know I... I'll be your armour Whatever it takes I'll make the mistakes, whatever it takes Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head We should go Adam, no, please You've already done so much, So many lives you've changed, So many souls you've touched, And in the end, if it's only me you've saved There's something that I've been dying to say, More than anything, more than anything, Need you to know I love you more than anything More than anything We can do this, We can build it, Best hotel that you've ever seen! Twice the bedrooms, we can fill it It starts with you, you know it's true, fulfill your destiny! New coat of paint! With a little sorcery! We can do this, We'll be better, Though redemption may take a while, Wayward sinners, clear their ledger We're gonna do this, you and me, and then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Vox: Welcome home, I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone, Say hello to a new status quo, Everyone knows that there's a brand-new dawn, Turn the TV on! Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been, Who has been spotted cavorting around town, After a seven-year absence, Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program, So, the radio demon is back in town, Why is he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well handily, I've got good news, He's a loser, a fossil and I don't mean to sound hostile, But the demon is a coward! You can take that as gospel Pulling my viewers? Impossible! I'm visual, he's barely audible, Stop givin' him the time of day, Don't listen to a word he'd say, I hope he had a nice vacay, But he should've stayed away, While he hid in radio, We pivoted to videoNow his medium is gettin' bloody rare, Hell's been better since he split, Where's he been? Who gives a shit! What a dated voice! Come on! Ignore his chirping! Oh please! Hold on! You old-timey prick, I'll show you suffering, Uh oh, the TV is buffering! I'll destroy you, you little– FUUUUHUHUCKKKKAH! After the battle, masterless cattle, overlords hanging by a thread, with a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow, we'll be atop the heap Alastor's missing, fled with his tail between his legs, nature abhors a power vacuum, it leaves room for you an me, the future of hell belongs to the vees
Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall, Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless, You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall, Can't face the world sober and dopeless, You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked, Well, let me just say you're correct You're a loser, baby, A loser, goddamn baby, You're a fucked up little whiny bitch Your a loser, just like me your a screws loose boozer, an only one-star reviews-er your a power bottom, at rock bottom, but you got company There was a time I thought that no one could relate, To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged, But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!, We're all livin' in the same shit sandwich haha! and you think that makes you unique? get outta here man, We're both losers, baby, We're losers, it's okay to be a baby, that's fine by me You're a loser, Just like me, I got an appetite for gamblin' Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on! I sold my soul to save my power, Now I'm on that demon's leash, I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour A loser, but just maybe if we, Eat shit together, things will end up differently, It's time to lose your self-loathin', Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby, Play your card, be who you are, A loser, just like me We can do this, we can build it Best hotel that you've ever seen, Twice the bedrooms, we can fill it, With more sinners than you can dream fulfill your destiny! New lights across the marquee, with a little sorcery! We can do this, We'll be better, Though redemption may take a while, Wayward sinners dear they're ledger And then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Carmilla: You better show some respect!, Check your behavior, no one speaks to Zestial that way! Did you expect us, to sit back and take your insolent, brazen display? You and the vees are inane and uninformed, smug wannabees you don't heed when you've been warned this meeting's over I always thought, That I would keep blood off my face, But when that thing attacked, I had to act, To cross that line and keep them safe, But if anyone knew, Then all of Hell would rise to war And who's to say who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I was killing for, So I, I'll be your keeper, Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll keep you safe and keep this secret And I don't know what we might face, But I know I can't replace you so, I'll do anything to save you, Whatever we go through, I know I... I'll be your keeper, I'll be your armor, Whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll make the mistakes, Whatever it takes I see you're driven by your detestation, Your every step is stoked with animus, You need a different type of motivation, Or there's no way that you can handle this, I know you're thirstin' for vengeance, Vaggie, You're out for blood, But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love, Out for love, love, Think of who you care about, protect 'em and be Out for love, love, You're gonna fight without gloves, long as you're out for love, Fuel yourself with the fear of losin', That somebody who's your reason to live, Harnеss your heart, and you can't help choosin', To fight with all you can give, I know you'rе thirstin' for vengeance, Vaggie, You're out for blood, But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love, Out for love, love, Think of who you care about, protect 'em and be, Out for love, love, You're gonna fight without gloves, And when that push comes to shove, Yeah, you just might rise above, long as you're out for love
Angel: That bitch is halfway down the street Oh, she's dancin' Can we just kill him, shoot him, and spill his blood works for us I'm not above a love to cash in, Another lover underneath those flashin' lights, Another one of those ruthless nights, Yeah, yeah, yeah, I shoulda guessed that this would happen, I shoulda known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes, Spewin' all your red-hot lies, Yeah, yeah, yeah, What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself, 'Cause I know you're poison, you're feedin' me poison, Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow up your poison, I made my choice, and every night, I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow, Oh-oh, oh-oh, Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me, I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison, I got so good at bein' untrue, I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear, I disassociate, disappear, Yeah, yeah, yeah, So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp, Yeah, I know it's poison, you're feedin' me poison, I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow up your poison, I made my choice, and every night, I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow, Oh-oh, oh-oh, Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me, I'll be yours, My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison, Poison, I'm drownin' in poison, I'm fillin' up my glass, but it's always hollow, Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison, Wish I had something to live for tomorrow We can do this, we can build it, Best hotel that you've ever seen, Twice the bedrooms, we can fill it You know it's true fulfill your destiny! Start with foundation It's as easy as can be! We can do this, we'll be better, though redemption may take a while, wayward sinners clear they're ledger and then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Adam: Let me stop you right there, Save us all precious time, If what you're suggesting Is letting them climb, Up the ladder, Oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates? Sorry, sweetie, But there's no defyin' their fates! 'Cause Hell is forever, Whether you like it or not, Had their chance to behave better, Now they boil in the pot, 'Cause the rules are black and white, There's no use in tryin' to fight it, They're burnin' for their lives, Until we kill 'em again! Just try to chillax, babe, You're wasting your breath, Did I hear you imply, That they don't deserve death? Are they Winners? Are they Sinners? 'Cause it's cut and dry, Fair is fair, an eye for an eye! And when all's said and done, There's the question of fun, And for those of us with Divine Ordainment, Extermination is entertainment! Bow-now-now-nownow Guitar solo, fuck yeah! Oh, da-ah-ah now-now-n-now-n-now-n-now-n-nownownow, Hell is forever, Whether you like it or not, Had their chance to behave better, Now they boil in the pot, 'Cause the rules are black and white, There's no use in tryin' to fight it, They're burnin' for their lives, Until we kill 'em again! Fuckin' Hell's forever, And it's meant to suck a lot, So give up your dumb endeavor 'Cause you don't have a shot!, Long as I've got your attention, I guess I should probably mention, That we made the determination, To move up the next Extermination! Can't wait a whole year, To slaughter those little cunts, I know it's just been a week, But we'll be back in six months! There's no question to be posed, he's unholy cased closed, did you forget that hell is forever? A man only lives once, we'll see you in 1 month, gotta say I can't wait to come down and exterminate you! Shit.. Whoops! Wh-what's the big deal? Don't you act all high and mighty, did you ever think your little "girlfriend" might be a liar? What's the fuss? Why hid the fact that your an angel just like us?
Lucifer: Haha, Looks like you could use some help, From the big boss of Hell himself, Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp (Five stars! Flawless! Greater than great!) Oh, with the punch of a pentagram, I wap-bam-boom, alakazam, Usually, I charge a sacrificial lamb, But you get the family rate ("thanks dad!"), Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef? (wow), Michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte, I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref, Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just a start! Uh, what? Hold on, now Others say, that in your needy hour, There's no substitute for pure angelic power! Who just happens to also be your blood! What a bunch of losers your song, I started this! Oh, you tacky piece of- You didn't know that when I tried this all before, My dreams were too hard to defend, And in the end, I won't lose it all again, Now you're the only thing worth fighting for, More than anything, more than anything, I'll shelter and adore you more than anything I've been dyin' to find out who you are Looks like the apple doesn't fall far! I've missed that smile All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open, Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again, 'Cause in the end, you are part of who I am, I'll support your dream, whatever lies in store More than anything More than anything, I'm grateful you're my daughter more than anything, More than anything Come on little lady, why the frown? In the last ten-thousand years, You're the first one to change this town, You can do this, now I know it, For your story has just begun, You can't quit now, hell, you owe it, There's still damage to be undone, You've changed my mind, you've touched their hearts, From the good and souls gone bad The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, But by God, Charlie! The show, it must go on, We can do this, we can build it, Best hotel that you've ever seen, Twice the bedrooms, we can fill it, With more sinners than you can dream, It starts with you, You know it's true, Fulfill your destiny Good thing we're in Hell, Check out this little magic number Remedial creation for me, It's as easy as can be! We can do this, we'll be better, though redemption may take a while, wayward sinners, clear their ledger oh, this guy... And then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Alastor: Salutations! Good to be back on the air, Yes, I know it's been a while, Since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast, Sinners, rejoice! Instead of a clout-chasin' mediocre video podcast Is Vox insecure? Pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothin' working? Every day, he's got a new format Is Vox as strong as he purports, Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees And here's the sugar on the cream, He asked me to join his team I said no, and now he's pissy, that's the tea Uh oh, the TV is buffering! I'm afraid you've lost your signal Let's begin, I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, Tune on in when I'm done, Your status quo will know its race is run, Oh, this will be fun Who's been here since day one? Who's been faithful as a nun? Who makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun? Your executive producer? I'm your guy, your day-to-day, Your chum, your steadfast hotelier, Remember when I fixed that clog today? I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond, You're like the child that I wish that I had, I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned, It's a little funny, you could almost call me dad They say, when you're looking for assistance, It's smart to pick the path of least resistance Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud, They say the family you choose is better Can you butt out of my song? I'm singing it, I'll finish it! And feast on all the angels you can eat! She's bound to pass the test as Princess of Hell, Like her Daddy, she is madly power-fell! She's filled with potential that I could guide Stick with her, you'll be in the winning side! For the first time in our lives, We know that we are ready for this It's time to take a stand We cannot take it anymore, The time has come to go to war, Prepare to fight, we're ready for... THIS! This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air, And I barely escaped being killed by a hair, "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends" Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends, I'm hungry for freedom like never before, The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor, Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, Guess who will be pulling all the strings? And we're doing it with a smile And then tomorrow it will be a fuckin happy day in hell!
Charlie I can do this, somehow I know it, I'll get Heaven behind my plans There's just no way I could blow it, Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance To change their minds and touch their hearts, Or whatever angels have Cheer up, Vaggie, This could be swell, Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell There's a warm, fuzzy feeling that wafts through the air, Every street so revealing, it's hard not to stare, It's a realm so appealing, it beats anywhere, If you don't mind the smell, It's a happy day in Hell, Hi, mister! Hello! Ah, excuse me! If I can show them the dream I've dreamed, That any soul can change, Those angels' minds are hard to change, Then they will know everyone can be redeemed, From the evil to the strange, They're bloodthirsty and deranged! I can hear all their stories, the lost and displaced, And I know that they're more of an acquired taste, But if I open the door and I give them a place, At my Hazbin Hotel, It'll be a happy day in Hell, From the porn studio, where the cinephiles go, To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows, To the Cannibal Town, where they don't wear a frown, 'Cause holy shit, oh my gosh, why?! And I don't give a crow that his brains got in my eye! 'Cause I know I can spare them from Heaven's genocide, I can do this, I just know it, I'll get Heaven behind my plans, There's just no way I could blow it, Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance to change their minds Uh, no thank you, I'm just gonna, Fulfill my destiny! I can already tell Today is gonna be a fuckin' happy day in Hell I know Hell's population is out of control, It's a bad situation, It's taking a toll, If we rehab these Sinners And cleanse all their souls, At my Hazbin Hotel, Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself! Right! Extermination! I know you guys fly down Just to kill once a year, And it must be annoying To schlep all the way here, If they join you in Heaven That trip disappears! You can wave that chore farewell G A S P It'll be a happy day in he- Oh.. ..'Kay Well, uh Okay, but Well, actually, if you take a look- Ugh where the Hell did you people come from? What? Um, wait, didn't you- Ugh, shit! It starts with sorry, That's your foot in the door, one simple sorry, Spoken straight from your core, The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts, But sorry is where it starts That's an option you could choose But who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with sorry Dig down deeper and say one sincere sorry And your journey's underway, It'll take time to cover your vast multitude of sins, But sorry is where it begins, It starts with sorry thanks dad! That's true! Oh, you! awwww When I was young, I didn't really know you at all, I always felt so small, But I heard your stories and I was enthralled, The tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly, Imagining it could be me, So in the end, it's the view I had of you, That showed me dreams can be worth fighting for, More than anything, more than anything, I need to save my people more than anything I've been waiting, wanting the same thing Took you a while All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open, Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again, 'Cause in the end, you are part of who I am And who could ask for more? More than anything More than anything I'm grateful you're my father more than anything, More than anything It's not fair, Sera No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead, it doesn't Mean they can't resolve to change their ways, Turn the page, escape infernal blaze You didn't know? That's what the fuck I've been saying! If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky, The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say, When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again, I was told not to trust in angels No! Don't you see? We've come so close, Look at them fighting, they're at each other's throats Have you ever wanted something that was so clear in your mind that you could taste it? Eh, sort of, It's a feeling like a rumbling in your gut that you could finally be faced with, A billion needy faces, I guess what I mean to say is, for the first time in my life, I might have to be ready for this, Ready to be the one who's leading from the front, Gotta come into my own, Gotta come into my throne, Gotta take charge and defend my only home, And although I kinda feel unsteady, Now I need to be ready for this, Have you ever felt like you're willing to die to save the people of your city? That's a start! 'Cause right now we need a leader, And it seems to me that destiny has picked me, To be that, if you'll permit me, so who's with me? Wouldn't it be super to see more of Hell? Join up now if you like travel, Come on boys, hop in the saddle!, Lotta sights to see en route to my hotel, Not to mention the camaraderie, Yes siree, you'll form life-changing friendships, With the folks along the way Okay.. Well, that's a little violent, can we tone it down? Eh, they just seem a little murdery right now We're super-duper grateful, To have you folks aboard Oh, lord For the first time in my life, Maybe I can be ready for this, I can be the marshal leading the parade, I can come into my own, and I think I've always known, My destiny could never be postponed, When Adam brings the battle here, I must appear like I'm ready for this For the first time in our lives, we know that we are ready for this! It is time to lend a hand! Against the angels, and their deadly threat! We cannot take it anymore, The time has come to go to war, Prepare to fight, We're ready for this! I really hope that I'm ready for this There's something that I've been dying to say, More than anything, more than anything, Need you to know I love you more than anything,.More than anything He did it for us, the ultimate sacrifice, He gave me his trust, and look how we pay the price, This bloodshed could have been avoided, If I convinced Heaven to work together, I took a hotel and I destroyed it, I know I could have done better, Better, instead of letting you down So long as I've got all of you with me! No time for crying, we got a lot of work to do and, We gotta try and make the best of what's in ruins With a little sorcery! We'll make a difference, wait and see We can do this We'll be better Though it may take a while We're gonna do this, you and me, And then tomorrow it will be a fuckin' happy day in Hell!
Hey shit your still here?

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Most beings think they understand the scale of space-time, they’re wrong. Usually, they barely have a hint of an idea of the scale of their own local system, much less the distance the stars are separated by. The majority of the galactic member species are hundreds to thousands of light years from their nearest neighbors. Only the eighteen species in the core halo were closer than that. The further from the core a species civilization was, the farther they were from anyone else. Earth happened to be thirty thousand light years from the core worlds, and at the opposite side of the galactic core.
The long delay between humanities spread to the stars and their discovery of FTL had led them to master sub-light propulsion and maneuvering. Each colony had built shipyards to construct their own fleets, sharing innovations and developments as quickly as sub light communications would allow. Six centuries after the first interstellar flight to Proxima Centauri humanity discovered worm hole communications, and the pace of their advancement accelerated exponentially.
Upon discovering FTL the humans had retrofitted or rebuilt their entire fleet of military and civilian craft. The practical result was that the Human Federation navy and the Galactic Confederation’s navy were approximately the same size. Humanity had long held that sometime in the future a threat would come, and the old adage, “best to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it,” was something of a guiding principle. And so they had built warships, many, very large warships.
The same tech that was used in the suits the Four wore was taken from the inertial compensation systems in use throughout the human fleet. It enabled human ships to accelerate and change course in ways that would inflict instant lethal acceleration and deceleration forces on any being in them if those systems were not in place. The ion plasma shields they developed to deflect cosmic radiation at near light speed had also proved to be remarkably effective against everything else.

The Xielion swept into the galaxy from above the plane on the outer edge, Teltharus being the first inhabited world they encountered. As reports came back from the outer edge the human and galactic strategists had analyzed the tactics of the Xielion. The surveillance drones reported that their fleet was spread in a two light year arc bowed in the direction of their vector into the galactic plane. The front edge was populated with their capitol ships and support carriers, with the supply craft and infantry carriers trailing behind.
What data they had on the sack of Teltharus was played in holo vids across the Confederation, obligating Confederation officials to send a portion of the fleet to answer. The Xielion had all but crushed that force of three hundred ships. Five escaped, one with the most valuable cargo possible, a captured Xielion troop carrier and its crew.
They were, in essence, spiders; very large eight-legged arthropods. The humans called them, “the spiders from hell.”
Much like the galactic arthropod species, they communicated with clicks, chirps, chemicals, and body language. The galactic intelligence community left translation to the Alkar, the species most like the Xielion, and the interrogation to the humans. To say the galactic intelligence community was surprised at the human’s methods would be putting it very kindly. They were even more surprised at how effective those methods were.
The Xielion were as arrogant and entitled as they could possibly have been, but after a few cycles with their assigned human they would volunteer information as soon as the human entered their cell. The Xielion had come from a death world, but the force of gravity on that world was less than half of Earth’s. A single human could physically overpower a Xielion warrior with a modicum of effort, and in their holding cells on the human worlds the Xielion could barely lift themselves from the floor.
Thier race had arisen in the Sagittarius dwarf galaxy eons ago, and when they had finally exploited everything they could from their home galaxy, they turned their ambitions to the great disc of the Milky Way.
One of the other things most beings can’t grasp is the number of stars there actually are, but the human strategists had. They sent teaser strike forces into the flanks of the Xielion armada, poking at them from every system they passed to try to get them to split their force, and to chase down the persistent attackers. On the worlds the Xielion had occupied the humans had landed disruption forces; specially trained operatives that sabotaged critical facilities and then disappeared. The humans and galactic forces would set traps on uninhabited worlds all along the vector of the Xielion, mining space lanes with cloaked hunter mines and automated missel platforms that mimicked asteroids, and all the time the Xielion bled ships and numbers.

“Okay let’s form up,” Andre said loudly. “I’ve got some updates from my uncle.” He smiled. The SDA, as they called it now, gathered and quieted. They weren't soldiers, but neither was he. Andre had no illusions about his capabilities, as good as they were. His father was in the defense ship building industry, his mother a sociology professor. His mother's brother was a commander in the fleet special forces. His uncle had taken Andre as a kind of surrogate for the son he never had. The Commander had helped the shy young boy become a confident teenager, mostly through training him in self-defense and weapons. They had talked about the tactics of warfare, and at age 14 Andre had received a vintage printed copy of “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu.

: Laying Plans, point eighteen, “All warfare is based on deception.”:

“He’s got some updates on ‘The Garden’.” Andre said, and the students grew very attentive. “He says that things are growing very well, and he may need help this year.”
There was a burst of conversation among his troops that he quieted with a stern look.
“As I was saying, my uncle says he’s very happy that we have been studying gardening for the last two terms.” he smiled broadly. Andre had divided his volunteers into those that could fight, and those that could help. In the last two terms they had developed fighting styles and strategies that built on the capabilities of his troops. Most species were not close to human strength, Liara being the most prominent exception, but several were, and Andre had chosen them and one other for his fighter core. They had trained almost daily for two earth years, and he was very proud of them.
The helpers, under the direction of Susan, had focused on weapons and tactics. The fabricator had again steadfastly refused to make weapons or their parts, so the engineers had to find a way around that particular roadblock. It turned out that the fabricator would produce things it could not find in its database as pieces of a weapon. The railgun pistol that all the fighters had was one result.
Another result was the suits. Susan had an epiphany one brainstorming session, and that led to a development that was now in place across the galactic infantry. She had reasoned that, if the gravity compensation systems of the fleet could be miniaturized to make their suits work, then the shielding technology could too. It had taken the combined efforts of the physics department and the mechanical engineering department, and an entire term, but all the fighters at the academy, and the entirety of the Galactic Infantry, now wore shield suits.
The Very Important People had wanted to drag Susan and the team back to Earth to thank them, but Susan and her friends had politely, but firmly, refused to leave the academy.
Andre continued, “He says, “you will need to do your own gardening this year because the academy gardeners will be needed for the harvest.”
“It’s happening at last,” Keleth rumbled with venom. The enormous bear like being, dressed in his shield suit, had lost more than any of the other students at the academy. To his knowledge there were perhaps a thousand Teltharians not on-world when the Xielion came.
“Teltharus will be avenged,” Liara said from Andre’s side. His second-in-command. She was becoming a force of nature thanks to her human friends giving her a master’s level course in badassery ala human style. He loved it. The faith she now had in her physical abilities had changed her. She carried herself with grace still, but there was an unspoken power in her movements, and a confidence in her manner that made him proud.
“I’m going to ask the provost to let us do the modifications to the facility we’ve been talking about,” Andre told them. “Support, I’d like our weapons ready to deploy in the next few cycles. Fighters, we’re going to double our training time.” He turned to Liara. “We don’t hold back.”
“This one’s Si Fu has taught her well, and continues to,” she said, smiling coyly. “This one and her Si Fu will make certain that those are ready.”
Andre chuckled, “Yeah, yeah we will.”

: Weak points and Strong, Point nine, “O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands.”:

Twenty cycles later the three light cruisers that normally patrolled near the academy quietly left the system, and Liara summoned her personal ship, the Volar, from Sural. She had, until this point, kept her position in Suralial society a confidence among the humans and a few friends. When her nine-hundred-meter yacht arrived, there was no way to keep the secret.
She had asked Arwen to explain it to the SDA, she was a better choice than her or Jason. They were too close to the situation. Arwen had woven a compelling tale, and when she came to the crucial bit the entire SDA had risen in anger. Liara had been moved deeply by her classmates' show of dedication to her.
“The Dulphan is safe as long as we live,” Keleth had declared, and the rest of the SDA had shouted their agreement.
“When the time comes, this one is allowed a guard,” she said, low and earnestly. “This one would be honored if these would accompany her to Sural, and the fighters to the field.”
“They could not keep us from you,” S’Calor, the eight-armed Nalthean said.
“See, baby,” Jason said as he hugged her. “You may be a trouble magnet, but you’ve also got very devoted friends.”

Maneuvering, point thirty, “Disciplined and calm, to await the appearance of disorder and hubbub amongst the enemy:--this is the art of retaining self-possession.”:
“Tormalriel, you’re up next,” Andre said. They were doing hand to, in this case claw, blade practice. Liara stood in the center of the practice ring with a titanium rod a meter and a half long in her right hand. Susan had produced the weapon after Liara, Arwen, and Andre had explained the rules around weaponry in her upcoming dual with Liara Ah Ang. They were allowed any one weapon that did not shoot a projectile. Knives, swords, whips, clubs, and staffs were all allowed. Andre and Liara had settled on a fight strategy, and the staff was part of it. Arwen and Liara were also working on a separate strategy of their own.
The two-meter-tall hexapod that, to the humans, resembled a locust to an alarming degree, tapped its blade against the shield its suit was generating. “I am ready,” its translation module said.
“Begin,” Liara said as she advanced.
Tormalriel jabbed and slashed at her, and Liara parried with her staff, always complimenting her opponent on style and encouraging them to come at her. Dancing with Jason, which had become one of her favorite things, had also been incorporated into her fighting style. She and Tormalriel wove and dipped around each other as they each sought an advantage in the deadly dance. As with all the SDA, Liara slowly increased the difficulty of her attacks and defenses as that dance went on.
She also talked, a lot.
“You credit the Thorm, Tormalriel,” she said as they parried a thrust from her staff. “Always be ready for the return,” she said as her staff came back around, barely missing thier head as they ducked. “Very good,” she complimented. The Thormian came back up under Liara’s outstretched right arm and staff to slash at her torso, but she wasn’t there. Sensing the feint she had simply collapsed to the floor and rolled away.
“Never stop,” Liara said, as she sprang to her feet and advanced again. The Thormian threw itself at Liara using its back legs to propel itself across the ring. “Excellent,” she encouraged. Using her staff she pushed Tormalriel’s blade into the ground and the Thormian tumbled sideways twice before regaining its feet.
“Well done, Dulphan,” Andre said with a grin, encouraging his own student.
“This one’s SI Fu is kind,” Liara said back, with a smile of her own. “Suspend.”
The Thormian stood from its crouch and approached Liara and Andre. “I nearly had you, Dulphan,” they said.
Liara smiled. “Nearly,” she acknowledged, “Conceal the blade better in your feints, and this one will have a harder time anticipating your next move.”
“This is surveillance one to commander,” a voice said from Andre’s wrist device.
“Commander,” Andre responded.
Background sounds of a commotion preceded the voice. “We have a ship, in bound, from thirty degrees above ecliptic,” the voice said, and Andre could hear the stress in it. “Light cruiser size, three semi cycles out.”
“Liara, marshal the fighters,” Anrde said, and she sped off with Thormian beside her. “Arwen," he called into his wrist.
“Here,” she responded.
“Let’s use plan four,” he said. “You get the non-fighters to their safes, and then meet us at muster.”
“Got it, boss” Arwens voice said.
“Susan,” He continued.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Assemble the weapons team.” he said.
“You want the forge?” Susan asked.
Andre thought for a moment. “Yeah, have it staged and ready.”
“Romeo?” Andre said with a smile.
“Kiss my ass,” Jason’s voice said back.
Andre laughed, and said, “Get up to the Volar, and hide her at Seca Secunde like we talked about.” The SDA commander straightened and pressed the general broadcast tab on his wrist device. “Allright everyone, we’ve practiced, we’ve trained, we’re ready. Hopefully this is nothing, but if the spiders are here, they’re walking into our web.”

: Waging war, point nineteen, “In war, then, let your great object be victory, not lengthy campaigns.”:

Ben Pollack
Otkako sam dobio svoju IFBB Pro karticu, proveo sam mnogo vremena i truda razmišljajući i eksperimentirajući s različitim metodama treninga usmjerenim na hipertrofiju.
U sljedećih nekoliko članaka, podijelit ću nekoliko filozofija koje sam razvio tijekom tog vremena.
Počet ćemo s jednom od najpopularnijih tema: podjelom treninga.
TREBATE LI UOPĆE RAZDVOJENU RUTINU?
Odgovor je vjerojatno ne. Najveća pogreška koju vidim među dizačima je prerano jurenje u napredni trening. Za veliku većinu vas najbolje će poslužiti ako slijedite raspored treninga za cijelo tijelo ili gornji/donji dio. Podijeljena rutina nije ni potrebna ni prikladna dok ne razvijete vrlo visoku razinu snage i veličine.
Sve dok ne dostignete naprednu razinu, trebate posvetiti vrijeme svladavanju osnova—pokazivanje zvučne tehnike na složenim dizanjima, čak i pri vrlo visokim intenzitetima ili razinama napora, i izgradnji uravnotežene baze snage.
Ako ne možete izvoditi čučnjeve i mrtvo dizanje s trostrukom tjelesnom težinom i bench press s dvostrukom tjelesnom težinom s izvrsnom tehnikom, vjerujem da biste trebali koristiti trening za cijelo tijelo ili gornji/donji dio treninga.
Shvaćam da će velika većina vas zanemariti ovaj savjet, ali važno mi je da ga svejedno dam kako bih znao da nisam zavarao nikoga tko želi uraditi stvari na pravi način.
PROBLEM S TRADICIONALNIM PODJELAMA
Pretpostavimo da ste došli do točke u kojoj je split rutina prikladna. U većini slučajeva, implementacija split rutine poslužit će u jednu ili obje ove svrhe za povećanje:
Količina obujma treninga koja se može izvesti za određeno podizanje ili dio tijela u mikrociklusu*
Učestalost treninga za određeno podizanje ili dio tijela u mikrociklusu*
Mikrociklus se može definirati na više načina, ali smatrajte ga tjednom treninga za naše potrebe.
Evo zašto je split rutina neophodna za postizanje tih ciljeva. Recimo da je vaš najbolji čučanj 800 funti, a vaš najbolji bench press 500 funti. Ako biste trenirali oba dizanja istog dana, vjerojatno bi bilo potrebno više od desetak serija zagrijavanja samo da dođete do svojih radnih težina na oba dizanja.
Nadalje, kad završite s treningom, bili biste toliko umorni da ne biste mogli ponovno intenzivno trenirati nekoliko dana. A izveli ste samo dva dizanja!
Umjesto toga, ako ste jedan dan trenirali čučnjeve, drugi potisak s klupe, a treći dan mrtvo dizanje, mogli biste dodati nekoliko pomoćnih dizanja nakon svakog glavnog i svejedno završiti za manje vremena nego u našem prvom primjeru. A ni vi ne biste bili tako uništeni nakon jednog dana.
Dakle, u teoriji, split rutine imaju dosta smisla za napredne dizače. Međutim, u praksi, većina tradicionalnih podjela pomalo zaostaje u jednom ili onom aspektu.
TRADICIONALNI BODYBUILDING/BRO SPLIT
Vjerojatno ste upoznati s tradicionalnim bodybuildingom. Obično se tjedan dijeli na četiri ili pet dana treninga, po jedan za svaki dio tijela:

1. dan: Prsa
   
2. dan: Ramena
   
3. dan: Povratak
   
4. dan: ruke (biceps i triceps)
   Dan 5: Noge (četvorci, tetive koljena i listovi)
   

Ponekad se 1. i 2. dan kombiniraju, a redoslijed dijelova tijela može varirati, ali većina tradicionalnih podjela u bodybuildingu prilično je blizu onome što je gore navedeno. Ova podjela omogućuje izvođenje velikog volumena za svaki dio tijela.
Na primjer, lako možete napraviti 20 ili više serija za prsa, ako je to jedini mišić koji trenirate određenog dana.
Problem s tradicionalnim bodybuilding split-om je da je učestalost treninga po dijelu tijela prilično niska. Treniranje dijela tijela jednom tjedno je za većinu ljudi manje učinkovito od treniranja dva ili čak tri puta tjedno – čak i kada je volumen konstantan tijekom tog tjedna.
Dakle, dok tradicionalni split omogućuje veći obujam treninga, dolazi nauštrb učestalosti treninga.
PUSH/PULL/LEGS SPLIT
Ovaj je razlaz vjerojatno jednako uobičajen kao i bratski razlaz:

1. dan: prsa, ramena i tricepsi (potisak)
   
2. dan: leđa i biceps (povlačenje)
   
3. dan: četvorci, tetive koljena i listovi (noge)
   

Podjelom svih glavnih mišićnih skupina u samo tri dana omogućuje se veća učestalost treninga - pad tradicionalnog split-a. Na primjer, možete postaviti PPL podjelu na četiri dana treninga tjedno ovako:

1. dan: Potisak
   
2. dan: Povlačenje
   Dan 3: Off
   
3. dan: Noge
   Dan 5: Push
   Dan 6: Off
   
4. dan: Povlačenje
   I tako dalje.
   

Postoji mnogo načina za organiziranje podjele ZJN-a kako bi se omogućila veća učestalost.
Međutim, obujam treninga ne može se održati tako visokim kao u tradicionalnom raskoraku jer postoji toliko preklapanja između dijelova tijela. Ako trenirate prsa, ramena i tricepse u jednom danu treninga, vjerojatno ćete biti toliko umorni kada završite s vježbanjem prsa i ramena da vam ostaje malo energije koju možete potrošiti na rad na tricepsu. Isto vrijedi za bicepse na dan povlačenja i tetive koljena i listove na dan nogu.
REVIDIRANI UPPELOWER SPLIT
Jedno rješenje je vratiti se na gornji/donji raspored i dodati anteriorno/posteriorno razmatranje za svaki dan treninga. I dalje trenirate četiri dana tjedno, ali svaki dan se fokusira na prednji (prednji) ili stražnji (stražnji) dio tijela:

1. dan: Gornji prednji dio (prsa, bočne delte i biceps)
   
2. dan: Donji stražnji dio (tetive koljena, stražnjica i listovi)
   Dan 3: Off
   Dan 4: Gornji stražnji (leđa, stražnji delti i tricepsi)
   
3. dan: Donji prednji dio (kvadripsi i trbušnjaci)
   Dan 6: Off
   Dan 7: Off
   

Koristeći ovu podjelu, mrtvo dizanje se trenira donjeg stražnjeg dana, a složeni pokreti guranja uključeni su za tricepse gornjeg stražnjeg dana. Za razliku od PPL podjele, ova revidirana gornja/donja podjela raspodjeljuje preklapanje tijekom tjedna a ne jednog dana treninga.
Pogledajmo kako se revidirani gornji/donji split ponaša u praksi.
Uz PPL split, trenirajući četiri dana tjedno, većinu mišića pogađate jednom, a nekoliko mišića dvaput tjedno. Pod pretpostavkom da ste dobro odabrali vježbe, svaki mišić trenirate dvaput i samo nekoliko jednom tjedno. Koristit ćemo ovo kao primjer:

1. dan (gornji prednji)
   Prsa
   Incline Bench Press (also trains triceps)
   

Dumbbell Flye
Side Delts
Behind-The-Neck Press (also trains rear delts)
Lateral Raise
Biceps
Barbell Curl

1. dan (donji stražnji dio)

• Hamstrings

Romanian Deadlift (also trains back)
Seated Hamstring Curl

• Glutes

Lunge (also train quads)

• Calves

Calf Raise

1. dan (gornji stražnji dio)

• Back

Barbell Row
Close-Grip Pulldown (also trains biceps)

• Rear Delts

Reverse Pec Deck

• Triceps

Weighted Dip (also trains chest)
Pushdown

1. dan (kvadripsi i trbušnjaci)

• Quads

Squat (also trains glutes)
Leg Press (also trains glutes)

• Abs

Hanging Leg Raise
Sit-Up
Kao što vidite, ova podjela jamči uravnoteženu razinu razvoja koja će doći bržim tempom nego što bi se vjerojatno moglo postići upotrebom istih kretanja podijeljenih u tradicionalnoj ili PPL podjeli.
Završne misli
Imajte na umu da je sve ovo teoretski. Svi napredni dizači imat će slabe točke i neravnoteže koje treba uzeti u obzir u programu treninga. Vrlo rijetko će uravnotežena podjela poput gornje biti optimalna u praksi. Stoga ga gledajte više kao zdravo polazište s kojeg možete raditi. Za one koji se ne žele natjecati u bodybuildingu, vjerojatno će dobro poslužiti kako je napisano.

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喜力表示：“隨著在家工作變得越來越普遍，人們希望節省旅行費用，重大整修工作將集中在將郊區陳舊的酒吧改造成本地優質酒吧。”
該公司表示，到今年年底，自 2023 年初以來，英國業務將重新開放 156 家酒吧，「將其莊園內關閉的酒吧數量減少到大流行前的水平」。
新冠疫情期間，酒吧被迫關閉，以防止病毒傳播。當他們被允許重新開業時，他們面臨一系列限制，包括強制性餐桌服務、團體人數限制和 22:00 宵禁。
2021年初，海尼根宣布將在全球裁員8,000人。第二年，它警告稱，衡量價格上漲速度的通膨率“破紀錄”，尤其是大麥和鋁等大宗商品。
這是在 2022 年 2 月下旬俄羅斯入侵烏克蘭之前，該事件導致能源、燃料和穀物成本上漲。
根據英國國家統計局的數據，3 月份一品脫生啤酒的平均價格達到 4.71 英鎊，而 2020 年 2 月，在次月大流行封鎖之前，每品脫啤酒的平均價格為 3.76 英鎊。
同時，BBPA 的數據顯示，英國酒吧數量已從 2019 年新冠疫情爆發前的 47,200 家減少到 2023 年的 45,350 家。然而，酒吧數量一段時間以來一直在下降。十年前，營運中的飛機數量為 52,500 架，比 2023 年增加了 7,150 架。
喜力重新開業的一些酒吧已經關閉了四年多，其他酒吧已經關閉了 12 個月。
位於巴恩斯利沃斯伯勒的這艘船於四年半前關閉並處於休眠狀態，直到耗資 37 萬英鎊進行翻新並於 2024 年 2 月重新開放。
德比郡的Ashford Arms 餐廳被Star Pubs 形容為“新冠疫情的受害者”，該餐廳於2020 年3 月關閉，但在該公司與峰區獨立酒店企業Longbow Venues 聯合耗資160 萬英鎊進行翻新後重新開業。
星級酒吧和酒吧 德比郡的阿什福德阿姆斯 (The Ashford Arms) 星級酒吧和酒吧
「新冠受害者」阿什福德武器公司已關閉四年多
卡萊爾的 Coach & Horses 關閉了一年，據 Star Pubs 稱，「聲譽不佳，顧客很少」。
據酒吧的授權商蘇珊·格雷厄姆(Susan Graham) 稱，「人們多年來一直避開這家酒吧。」此後，該酒吧耗資30 萬英鎊進行了改造。 ，他們的下巴都快掉到地上了，」她說。
喜力希望其酒吧的改造能夠吸引飲酒者和食客回來，包括使用“微妙的分區”讓顧客能夠享受不同的活動，例如觀看體育比賽和用餐，“而不會互相干擾”。
該公司表示，將使用分隔螢幕以及照明、音響系統和家具風格的明顯改變來「幫助劃分區域」。
喜力的這項宣布是最新跡象，顯示英國酒吧業在受到疫情和生活成本危機的重大打擊後，出現了成長跡象。
上週，大型酒吧連鎖店 Greene King 表示將在 2027 年之前開設價值 4,000 萬英鎊的新啤酒廠。
以 Abbot Ale、Greene King IPA 和 Old Speckled Hen 等品牌而聞名的 Greene King 表示，此舉代表了「對英國釀酒的長期承諾」。
這家擁有 225 年歷史的公司於 2019 年被香港營運商 CKA 出售，在英國擁有約 2,700 家酒吧、餐廳和酒店。
西班牙達姆啤酒公司最近宣布將投資 5,000 萬英鎊在貝德福德新建一家啤酒廠。它於 2022 年從嘉士伯馬斯頓啤酒公司 (Carlsberg Marston’s Brewing Company) 手中購買了該場地。
BBPA 執行長艾瑪·麥克拉金 (Emma McClarkin) 表示，這些計劃「表明了投資英國啤酒和酒吧行業的信心，這將有助於促進英國當地經濟急需的成長」。
她補充說：“本屆政府和下一屆政府需要製定更長期、更有支持性的財政和監管框架，以釋放進一步的成長和投資機會。”
在 3 月的預算中，財政大臣傑里米·亨特 (Jeremy Hunt) 宣布凍結酒精稅將持續到 2025 年 2 月。
他還將零售、酒店和休閒企業的營業費率提供 75% 的折扣，直至 2025 年。
喜力旗下的 Star Pubs & Bars 今年將重新開幕的部分地點包括：
謝菲爾德埃克斯菲爾德的黑牛
斯托克波特 Cheadle Hulme 的 Hesketh 酒館
南約克郡 Wombwell 的交界處
諾丁漢郡特倫特河畔拉德克利夫的曼弗斯阿姆斯酒店
德比郡西哈勒姆的賓治碗 (Punch Bowl)
布里斯託的丹麥玫瑰
特威克納姆的 Roxy’s Steak & Tap
斯塔福德郡切斯林海伊的塔爾博特酒店
布羅姆斯格羅夫附近的野沼橡樹
薩里奇丁福爾德的溫特頓阿姆斯酒店
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"喜力啤酒将重新开放 60 多家关闭的酒吧
啤酒巨头喜力将重新开放近年来关闭的 62 家酒吧，并投资 3900 万英镑翻新英国各地数百家酒吧。
该公司表示，向其 Star Pubs & Bars 连锁店注入现金将创造 1,000 多个新就业岗位。
由于生活成本压力影响了消费者支出，英国酒吧业在新冠疫情期间和之后都因关闭而受到严重打击。
据英国啤酒和酒吧协会 (BBPA) 称，2021 年至 2023 年间，酒吧以每年 500 家的速度关闭。
Star Pubs & Bars 目前经营着 2,400 家酒吧。 2019年，它在英国拥有2,700家酒吧。
Star Pubs & Bars 的一位发言人表示：“对于任何大型租赁和承租的酒吧公司来说，让其所有酒吧在同一时间开业都是不现实的。”
他们表示，这个数字会因一系列因素而波动，但补充道：“我们大约 95% 的酒吧在任何时间都营业。”
Star 计划翻新 600 多家酒吧，据称选择的地点反映了有多少顾客减少了前往市中心的通勤频率。
喜力表示：“随着在家工作变得越来越普遍，人们希望节省旅行费用，重大整修工作将集中在将郊区陈旧的酒吧改造成本地优质酒吧。”
该公司表示，到今年年底，自 2023 年初以来，英国业务将重新开放 156 家酒吧，“将其庄园内关闭的酒吧数量减少到大流行前的水平”。
新冠疫情期间，酒吧被迫关闭，以防止病毒传播。当他们被允许重新开业时，他们面临着一系列限制，包括强制性餐桌服务、团体人数限制和 22:00 宵禁。
2021年初，喜力宣布将在全球裁员8000人。第二年，它警告称，衡量价格上涨速度的通胀率“破纪录”，尤其是大麦和铝等大宗商品。
这是在 2022 年 2 月下旬俄罗斯入侵乌克兰之前，该事件导致能源、燃料和谷物成本上涨。
根据英国国家统计局的数据，3 月份一品脱生啤酒的平均价格达到 4.71 英镑，而 2020 年 2 月，在次月大流行封锁之前，每品脱啤酒的平均价格为 3.76 英镑。
与此同时，BBPA 的数据显示，英国酒吧数量已从 2019 年新冠疫情爆发前的 47,200 家减少到 2023 年的 45,350 家。然而，酒吧数量一段时间以来一直在下降。十年前，运营中的飞机数量为 52,500 架，比 2023 年增加了 7,150 架。
喜力重新开业的一些酒吧已经关闭了四年多，其他酒吧已经关闭了 12 个月。
位于巴恩斯利沃斯伯勒的这艘船于四年半前关闭并处于休眠状态，直到耗资 37 万英镑进行翻新并于 2024 年 2 月重新开放。
德比郡的 Ashford Arms 餐厅被 Star Pubs 形容为“新冠疫情的受害者”，该餐厅于 2020 年 3 月关闭，但在该公司与峰区独立酒店企业 Longbow Venues 联合耗资 160 万英镑进行翻新后重新开业。
星级酒吧和酒吧 德比郡的阿什福德阿姆斯 (The Ashford Arms) 星级酒吧和酒吧
“新冠受害者”阿什福德武器公司已关闭四年多
卡莱尔的 Coach & Horses 被关闭了一年，据 Star Pubs 称，“声誉不佳，顾客很少”。
据该酒吧的授权商苏珊·格雷厄姆 (Susan Graham) 称，“人们多年来一直避开这家酒吧。”此后，该酒吧耗资 30 万英镑进行了改造。“当顾客看到这些变化时，他们的下巴都快掉到地上了，”她说。
喜力希望其酒吧的改造能够吸引饮酒者和食客回来，包括使用“微妙的分区”让顾客能够享受不同的活动，例如观看体育比赛和用餐，“而不会互相干扰”。
该公司表示，将使用分隔屏幕以及对照明、音响系统和家具风格的明显改变来“帮助划分区域”。
喜力的这一宣布是最新迹象，表明英国酒吧业在受到疫情和生活成本危机的重大打击后，出现了增长迹象。
上周，大型酒吧连锁店 Greene King 表示将在 2027 年之前开设价值 4000 万英镑的新啤酒厂。
以 Abbot Ale、Greene King IPA 和 Old Speckled Hen 等品牌而闻名的 Greene King 表示，此举代表了“对英国酿酒的长期承诺”。
这家拥有 225 年历史的公司于 2019 年被香港运营商 CKA 出售，在英国拥有约 2,700 家酒吧、餐厅和酒店。
西班牙达姆啤酒公司最近宣布将投资 5000 万英镑在贝德福德新建一家啤酒厂。它于 2022 年从嘉士伯马斯顿啤酒公司 (Carlsberg Marston’s Brewing Company) 手中购买了该场地。
BBPA 首席执行官艾玛·麦克拉金 (Emma McClarkin) 表示，这些计划“表明了投资英国啤酒和酒吧行业的信心，这将有助于促进英国当地经济急需的增长”。
她补充道：“本届政府和下一届政府需要制定更长期、更有支持性的财政和监管框架，以释放进一步的增长和投资机会。”
在 3 月份的预算中，财政大臣杰里米·亨特 (Jeremy Hunt) 宣布冻结酒精税将持续到 2025 年 2 月。该政策原定于 8 月结束。
他还将零售、酒店和休闲企业的营业费率提供 75% 的折扣，直至 2025 年。每家企业的价值高达 11 万英镑。
喜力旗下的 Star Pubs & Bars 今年将重新开业的部分场所包括：
谢菲尔德埃克斯菲尔德的黑牛
斯托克波特 Cheadle Hulme 的 Hesketh 酒馆
南约克郡 Wombwell 的交界处
诺丁汉郡特伦特河畔拉德克利夫的曼弗斯阿姆斯酒店
德比郡西哈勒姆的宾治碗 (Punch Bowl)
布里斯托尔的丹麦玫瑰
特威克纳姆的 Roxy’s Steak & Tap
斯塔福德郡切斯林海伊的塔尔博特酒店
布罗姆斯格罗夫附近的野沼橡树
萨里奇丁福尔德的温特顿阿姆斯酒店
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"Heineken se terġa' tiftaħ aktar minn 60 pub magħluq
Il-ġgant tal-birra Heineken se jerġa’ jiftaħ 62 pub li ingħalqu f’dawn l-aħħar snin u jinvesti £39m fir-rinnovament ta’ mijiet ta’ siti madwar ir-Renju Unit.
Il-kumpanija qalet li l-injezzjoni ta’ flus kontanti fil-katina tagħha Star Pubs & Bars se toħloq aktar minn 1,000 impjieg ġdid.
L-industrija tal-pubs tar-Renju Unit intlaqtet ħafna mill-għeluq kemm matul il-pandemija tal-Covid kif ukoll wara hekk kif il-pressjonijiet tal-għoli tal-ħajja taw piż fuq l-infiq tal-konsumatur.
Bejn l-2021 u l-2023, il-pubs għalqu b’rata ta’ 500 fis-sena, skont il-British Beer and Pub Association (BBPA).
Star Pubs & Bars bħalissa topera 2,400 pub. Fl-2019, kellha 2,700 pub madwar ir-Renju Unit.
Kelliem għal Star Pubs & Bars qal: ""Ma jkunx realistiku għal kwalunkwe kumpanija ewlenija tal-pub mikrija u kerrejja li jkollha l-pubs kollha tagħha miftuħa f'kull ħin.""
Huma qalu li n-numru jvarja fuq firxa ta 'fatturi, iżda żiedu: ""Madwar 95% tal-pubs tagħna huma miftuħa fi kwalunkwe ħin.""
Star qed tippjana li tirrinova aktar minn 600 pub, billi tagħżel postijiet li qalet tirrifletti kemm mill-klijenti tagħha naqqsu kemm-il darba jivvjaġġaw lejn iċ-ċentri tal-belt.
Heineken qal: ""Bil-ħidma mid-dar aktar komuni u nies li qed ifittxu li jiffrankaw fuq l-ivvjaġġar, ristrutturazzjonijiet kbar se jikkonċentraw fuq it-trasformazzjoni ta 'pubs għajjien f'żoni suburbani f'lokal premium.""
Il-kumpanija qalet li sal-aħħar ta 'din is-sena, l-operazzjoni tar-Renju Unit se tkun reġgħet fetħet 156 pub mill-bidu tal-2023, ""tnaqqas in-numru ta' pubs magħluqa fil-proprjetà tagħha għal livelli ta 'qabel il-pandemija"".
Matul il-Covid, il-pubs kienu sfurzati jagħlqu biex jipprevjenu t-tixrid tal-virus. Meta tħallew jerġgħu jiftħu, iffaċċjaw numru ta’ restrizzjonijiet fosthom servizz obbligatorju tal-mejda, limiti fuq id-daqs tal-gruppi u curfew fit-22:00.
Fil-bidu tal-2021, Heineken ħabbret li se tnaqqas 8,000 impjieg globalment. Is-sena ta’ wara wissiet l-inflazzjoni – li tkejjel il-pass taż-żidiet fil-prezzijiet – kienet “off the charts”, b’mod partikolari fuq komoditajiet bħax-xgħir u l-aluminju.
Dan kien qabel l-invażjoni tar-Russja tal-Ukrajna lejn l-aħħar ta’ Frar 2022 li neħħiet l-ispiża tal-enerġija, il-fjuwil u l-qamħ.
Il-prezz medju ta 'pinta ta' lager lager laħaq £ 4.71 f'Marzu, skont l-Uffiċċju għall-Istatistika Nazzjonali, meta mqabbel ma '£ 3.76 fi Frar 2020 qabel lockdowns pandemiċi mifruxa ix-xahar ta' wara.
Sadanittant, in-numru ta’ pubs fir-Renju Unit naqas minn 47,200 fl-2019, qabel Covid, għal 45,350 fl-2023, turi dejta mill-BBPA. Madankollu, in-numri tal-pubs ilhom jonqsu għal xi żmien. Għaxar snin ilu kien hemm 52,500 joperaw li huma 7,150 aktar mill-2023.
Xi wħud mill-pubs li Heineken qed tiftaħ mill-ġdid ilhom magħluqa għal aktar minn erba’ snin, oħrajn ilhom magħluqa għal 12-il xahar.
Il-Vapur f’Worsbrough, Barnsley għalaq il-bibien tiegħu erba’ snin u nofs ilu u baqa’ rieqed sakemm ġie rranġat bi spiża ta’ £370,000 u reġa’ fetaħ fi Frar tal-2024.
L-Ashford Arms f'Derbyshire, li Star Pubs iddeskrivew bħala ""diżgrazzja tal-Covid"", ingħalqet f'Marzu 2020 iżda reġgħu nfetħu wara rranġament konġunt ta' £1.6m mill-kumpanija u Longbow Venues, negozju indipendenti tal-ospitalità fil-Peak District.
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Il-Coach & Horses f'Carlisle kien magħluq għal sena u, skont Star Pubs, ""kellu reputazzjoni fqira u ftit klijenti"".
""In-nies evitati l-pub għal snin,"" skond il-liċenzjat tagħha Susan Graham. Minn dakinhar ġie mġedded bi spiża ta '£ 300,000. ""Il-geddum [tal-klijenti] laqat l-art meta raw il-bidla,"" qalet.
Heineken tittama li t-tiġdid tal-pubs tiegħu se jħajjar lil dawk li jixorbu u lill-ikel lura, inkluż l-użu ta '""zoning sottili"" biex il-klijenti jkunu jistgħu jgawdu attivitajiet differenti bħal jaraw l-isports u jieklu ""mingħajr ma jfixklu lil xulxin"".
Qalet li se tuża skrins diviżorji u bidliet distinti għad-dawl, is-sistemi tal-ħoss u l-istili tal-għamara biex ""jgħinu biex jiġu delineati ż-żoni"".
It-tħabbira minn Heineken hija l-aħħar indikazzjoni li l-industrija tal-pubs Brittaniċi qed tara sinjali ta’ tkabbir wara daqqiet kbar mill-pandemija u l-kriżi tal-għoli tal-ħajja.
Il-ġimgħa li għaddiet, il-katina ewlenija tal-pubs Greene King qalet li se tiftaħ il-birrerija l-ġdida tagħha ta’ £40m sal-2027.
Greene King, magħrufa għal ditti bħal Abbot Ale, Greene King IPA u Old Speckled Hen, qalet li l-mossa tirrappreżenta ""impenn fit-tul għall-produzzjoni tal-birra Brittanika"".
Il-kumpanija ta '225 sena, li nbiegħet lill-operatur ta' Ħong Kong CKA fl-2019, għandha madwar 2,700 pub, ristoranti u lukandi fir-Renju Unit.
Damm ta’ Spanja dan l-aħħar ħabbret li se tinvesti £50m f’birrerija ġdida f’Bedford. Hija xtrat is-sit fl-2022 mingħand Carlsberg Marston's Brewing Company.
Emma McClarkin, kap eżekuttiv tal-BBPA, qalet li l-pjanijiet huma ""dimostrazzjoni tal-fiduċja li wieħed jinvesti fis-settur tal-birra u tal-pubs tal-Gran Brittanja li se jgħin biex jiġġenera tkabbir tant meħtieġ fl-ekonomiji lokali madwar ir-Renju Unit"".
Żiedet tgħid: ""Dan jista' jkun ikkargat b'qafas fiskali u regolatorju fuq perjodu itwal u ta' appoġġ li dan u l-gvern li jmiss jeħtieġ li jdaħħlu fis-seħħ biex jinfetħu aktar opportunitajiet ta' tkabbir u investiment.""
Fil-Baġit f’Marzu, il-Kanċillier Jeremy Hunt ħabbar li l-iffriżar tad-dazju fuq l-alkoħol kien se jkompli sa Frar 2025. Kien stabbilit li jintemm f’Awwissu.
Huwa estenda wkoll skont ta’ 75% għar-rati tan-negozju għal ditti tal-bejgħ bl-imnut, tal-ospitalità u tad-divertiment sal-2025. Huwa jiswa sa £110,000 għal kull negozju.
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Il-Junction f'Wombwell, South Yorkshire
Il-Manvers Arms f'Radcliffe fuq Trent, Nottinghamshire
Il-Punch Bowl f'West Hallam, Derbyshire
Il-Warda tad-Danimarka fi Bristol
Roxy’s Steak & Tap fi Twickenham
Il-Talbot f'Cheslyn Hay, Staffordshire
Il-Wildmoor Oak ħdejn Bromsgrove
Il-Winterton Arms f'Chiddingfold, Surrey
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I was reading “Food in Chinese Culture” by K.C. Chang when I noticed the author casually mentioning anthropophagy and moving on

Pickling, aside from boiling and drying, also seems to be a favorite method for anthropophagy ; famous historical personages that ended up in a sauce jar include the marqui of Chiu (of Shang ) ( ' "Yin Pen Chi," Shih chi) and Tzu Lu (a disciple of Confucius) ( "T'an Kung," Li chi).

Admittedly this really disturbed me and led me down a rabbit hole of Chinese canabalism. I did a little digging on Tzu Lu on Wikipedia and found this

According to the Book of Rites, after Zilu's death, his body was chopped into pieces and pickled.[9] When Confucius learned of his fate, he ordered that all the pickled goods in his house be thrown away.[10] Overcome with grief, Confucius could not eat for days. He soon fell ill and died in 479 BC.

I then found this Wikipedia page
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannibalism_in_Asia
That had a section on cannibalism in China. Outside of famine, they list examples of cannibalism for purposes of desecration and cannibalism by ways of costly signaling ie sacrificing a part of yourself for the (perceived)benefit of a member higher up on the Confucian hierarchy.
However they also list examples where cannibalism was done for pleasure. Members of the elite who would eat human flesh for its flavor. I’ve also heard of an anecdote where a restaurant said they sold “two legged mutton” as a euphemism for human meat.
I’m wondering if anyone here can give a little context on this subject and maybe shed light on whether or not this was a common occurrence. I would also love to know if this was a uniquely chinese phenomenon or if other East Asian countries had similar practices.

I wrote this memoir over 3 years ago, after weeks of insomnia and nightmares. I wrote in english, my second language, so my wife won't read it, as she doesn't speak or read english at all. I apologize for any grammar or spelling mishaps.
The Molehill
The death of the Kid affected us all. I don’t even remember his name, none of us did. The same happened to the Firestarter and to the Forgotten Girl. I think we chose to forget their names, hoping it will keep us somewhat isolated from the whole thing. It didn’t. We all changed. It split our time at the Molehill into two periods: Before the Kids’ Death and After the Kids’ Death. And some of those who came AKD were affected, changed too. But it did much worse things to us, to me and my classmates. It took me17 years to write it all down, hoping I could put the past to rest.
It all began in late February or early March, 1999, some weeks BKD. We were in sixth grade at the Molehill. The Kid and the Firestarter were in fifth. This was the year of the reform, and the last year I talked to the Forgotten Girl.
The Molehill is our own name for the school. Formally it was “Special School and Educational Center for the Blind and Visually Impaired”. In other words it was a boarding school for any handicapped kid that had any eyesight problem, at least back in 1990s. We’ve got bullies, problem kids, kids that needed more specialized help due to their mental problems and deficiencies, as long as they had any sight problem, so other schools would not have to deal with them. The Molehill had preschool, primary school, high school, and middle school too, after the reform, and AKD. Most of us started at preschool. Me, three of the four Kamils, Raphael Noodle. Not the Kid, nor the Firestarter. And not the Forgotten Girl. She joined us, if one can call it “joining” at the first grade. Lucas the White, Kamil Chive and Susan came at the beginning of the 3^rdgrade. And me? I’m the fatso, the nerd, the weakling. And I can’t recall any of their faces. Especially the Kid. We all did our best to forget him.
I still remember the day it all began, even though I don’t remember the exact date. It was cold as hell, and we all, the three classes and the teachers, were on the road trip to the Majdanek Concentration Camp, which is situated on the outskirts of Lublin, where I was born and raised, and where Molehill is. The Nazis built it back when they had their big tour around the Europe. They used it to imprison and murder mostlyJewish peoplefrom the region, but there were also some Ukrainians, Roma, Belarusians and Russians. Those prisoners worked the camp fields to grow beats, if I remember the tour lecture correctly, and when they couldn’t work anymore, they were murdered in gas chambers or shot, and their bodies burned in crematorium. The ashes were used as fertilizer for the fields.
My grandfather, when he was barely more than teenager, and bakers’ apprentice, often passed by the camp on his round delivering bread, buns and other pastries riding a horse cart. Few times he had thrown loafs of bread to the prisoners over the fence, but one day Nazi guards spotted him doing that and wanted to shoot him dead on the spot. My grandfather pissed himself, when they pointed their guns at him. They didn’t do it only because they had no idea, what to do with a horse and a cart full of bread. After that he never did anything like that again, and changed his route to be as far from the fence, as possible. He told this story to my father, who told me.
It’s hard to comprehend the monstrosity of it all when you’re reading it in history book or watching a show on Discovery Channel. But when you visit such a place, when you see it with your own eyes, it affects you sometimes. And sometimes it doesn’t. For some people it’s still a joke or a fiction. Or a boring road trip to a boring place.
As I mentioned, it was cold as hell, there were three classes, the 5^th, the 6^th, and the 7^th. And few teachers. Classes in Molehill are small, usually less than 10 kids. It takes much more effort to teach kids with poor eyesight, or no sight at all, or those that are also mentally deficient. What a nice term, “mentally deficient”, it can cover so many things, and yet not explain any to outsiders. There was Mathew in our class for a time, he was mentally deficient, he had an IQ of rotten turnip, was very aggressive, and our class teacher, an old bitch who panicked and left the class one time in 2^ndgrade when Duckman sneezed his glass eye out, didn’t know how to handle such “mentally deficient” student, so she taped him to the chair one day. After that he left Molehill for some place better suited for him. There was Michael, he was slow too, but not that slow. He became a gardener for the city. There was also Adrian, who had some neurological problems that caused surgeons to cut into his brain. Our math teacher once had shown us that because of this Adrian can’t walk and count aloud at the same time.
I’m wandering off the topic. I’m sorry. AKD we never talked about it, and even writing this down after so many years is hard. But it needs to be written down, just for the record, if nothing else. And there are so many related memories that I’m uncovering like some archaeologist of my own mind. Long forgotten fossils of some good times, and some bad times. Mostly bad times. You don’t know, how much even tiniest things affected you, until you examine them. For example after Duckman sneezed his glass eye out and our teacher ran out of the class, I decided to never replace my dead eye with glass one.
The Duckman was one of the four Kamils, he was our blind classmate. The other one, KB, was almost as nerdy as I, but he had better looks and better personality. And better sight. KW was in the 7^thgrade, he was dormitory roommate of Chive, Lucas the White, The Kid and The Firestarter. He also was blind. Raphael Noodle was the kid who bullied me, but after the reform, when instead of 7^thgrade we all went to the middle school, he moved to different one, where he snapped and beat up some kid so bad, he ended up in juvie. Lucas did whatever Raphael did, so until Raphael left us, we didn’t talked much. Chive was friends with Lucas, but he did nothing. No one talked to me, except for Duckman. No one wanted to hang out with a blind kid, nor with the almost blind one, so we became friends. And I was always his guide on trips. Susan didn’t like me, but she didn’t dislike me either, as the only girl in the class she was by herself for the most time. I don’t count The Forgotten Girl, because she wasn’t really part of our class, but she and I shared a connection from the summer of 1993, where we both were on the same camp for two weeks. As for Michael and Adrian, everyone avoided them due to their unpredictable natures.
So, again, it was a cold day. Overcast, and it was gently snowing. We drove to the Majdanek area on the bus, then had to walk few hundred meters to reach the concentration camp. Anyone could enter the site, but the guided tour with visits to the barracks, museum and crematorium were paid. Because back then both the school and most of kids’ parents didn’t have much money, we were going to look around only, check the monument, the mausoleum and see the buildings from the outside. Fortunately for us there was a tour in progress, so we joined them and pretended to be the part of the group. This way we were able to visit the crematorium building. First was the room where prisoners under supervision of guards stripped the bodies. The guide explained that if a prisoner was killed after arrival, one of the Nazis removed all jewelry that person had, carefully checking the clothing. Then he checked the mouth for golden teeth or crowns, which he subsequently removed with a pair of pliers. Clothes were washed and packed. After this short lecture we entered the furnace room.
The room was dark and gloomy. I don’t remember much, but the atmosphere of that place. It gave me the creeps, like no other place ever before. Back then I didn’t know, why, but now I’m glad we didn’t go to the other buildings. There was a row of brick ovens, reinforced with iron or steel bars between each one and on the corners. The doors were open, and they still held both ashes and metal stretchers that were used to put bodies inside. There was another furnace, a black metal drum, that was fueled with Diesel fuel. Late addition, if I remember correctly. We spent there only few minutes. I felt relieved once we left the building. That’s when the guide discovered we weren’t part of his tour.
We went to look at the mausoleum. It’s a big bowl under a bigger roof. It holds the ashes and remains of the inmates, these were recovered after the camp was liberated and taken over by the Soviets. While walking toward it, we ate our lunches. I’ve got spam between two pieces of bread, with not enough butter. Each of those, who were staying in dormitories, got a tangerine, pack of biscuits and a carton of juice. I ate my dry spam sandwiches before we reached the mausoleum. Our whole group spread around it, some looked inside at the mound of ashes and bones. I did my best to describe it to the Duckman, but didn’t want to linger there. The place was almost as bad as crematorium.
And that’s when The Dead Kid did, what he did, and Firestarter played his part too. But we didn’t know that, not yet.
Raphael Noodle saw it, and he told the teachers. Completely out of character for him, but I think the atmosphere of the place got to him as bad as to me. Me and Lucas the White were nearest, so we both looked into the bowl. There, on the side of the mound were laying a tangerine peel and foil biscuit wrapper. Raphael pointed at The Dead Kid, and said:
“He threw them in, I saw.”.
One of the teachers looked into the bowl, and simply asked TDK:
“Did you?”
“Yes”, he said. “And so what?”
“We’ll talk back in the school, you and me, and the principal.” She looked around. “We can’t let anyone see this.”
“We can get it out” said Lucas. Quickly we organized into three groups. Lucas, Raphael and Chive were at the bowl. Me, Duckman and KW formed a shield for them. Rest of the kids clustered around us. Lucas was skinny and tall for his age, so he went over the bowl edge, Chive and Raphael held his legs, while he grabbed the peel and the wrapper. He told me later that he had to wipe the ashes against the side of the bowl, because he didn’t want to touch them at all, and he held his breath the whole time. I was expecting Raphael to make a prank by loosening his grip, but he didn’t. Again, out of character. After that we moved away quickly. Someone laughed. Much later Lucas told me, who and why. Chive told him, and he learned it the day he became a hero.
We returned to the school without any further incident, I went home, and we all forgot about this incident. Until March 24^th, 1999. The day The Dead Kid died. Or was it 25^th? It was at night after all, night of the first quarter moon. I learned about the events of that night much later. But there were other things that happened AKD, and I’ll tell this story the way I experienced it.
From that day until Easter school was closed. Chive, KW and Lucas the White were under investigation by the police. The Firestarter was not at school for that week because he got sick when he visited his parents for the weekend. The police provided the school with a counselor to help us deal with the death of the Kid, but I think her purpose was to learn more about the Kid, and to find out if anyone of us knows, who might’ve killed him. But they found nothing. No forensic evidences, no traces on KW, Chive, nor Lucas, not counting the blood and ash, of course. Eventually they wrote it down as suicide. Yeah, suicide with particular cruelty. But that I found out later.
By the end of April we all were acting as if nothing happened. Some of us got psychological help, new counselor replaced the police spy, a PTSD specialist. For few years Lucas and Chive couldn’t sleep. KW fared much better, as he saw nothing, a perk of being blind. But he heard it. He heard it all. No one noticed however that the Firestarter was slowly and quietly going nuts.
That April, May and June we barely did any learning, but the teachers didn’t push us. The teachers who were on call that night at the dormitory wing, went on a leave, some until September, some for over a year, and one forever, she retired from teaching. So there were some substitutes just after Easter in the dorm wing. In early June Firestarter started his first fire, outside the cafeteria. He collected some dry branches and leaves from the school grounds, and made quite a bonfire. Fire department had to put it out, because there were no rains for two weeks, and everything was dry. They even had to spray water on the roof of the cafeteria and on nearby trees. Quite a show for us, kids. No one knew, who started the fire, and why. Even Firestarter didn’t know.
June 25^thwas the end of the school year, it was also the last time I talked to the Forgotten Girl. She had cerebral palsy, and because of that she had limited motor function from her waist down. In short she was on wheelchair. Fortunately for her and her mom she wasn’t mentally deficient. Far from it. I’ll always remember her as that shy, timid girl, who spoke with soft, quiet voice. I remember her long, brown hair, slightly rounded cheeks and narrow, pointy chin. I don’t remember much more, with my sight faces are hard to remember. I recognize people by their voices, body shape, clothing and hair. Things that others can see from far. Forgotten Girl was skinny, despite being confined to the wheelchair. None of my classmates remembers her, because none of them really knew her. We spent a summer camp for blind and visually impaired, in the resort hotel named “Blackbird”. It was a three-sided pyramid of concrete in the mountains. There I learned how to move about with white cane, not my idea. There I spent time talking with the Forgotten Girl. We were too young to have really deep or meaningful conversations, but we shared something. Even at that age we both understood, at some level, that we will never be normal, and will never have normal lives. And we could either do our best, or just stop trying and die of despair. That’s why I learned the art of white cane, even though I never used it since. And that’s why she kept herself in shape later and decided to quit our school after sixth grade. She didn’t return for the middle school, nor for the high school. She was home-schooled anyway, but after that year she asked her mom to find a school where she could be in class, even on a wheelchair.
The graduation of 6^thgrade took place at gym, because it was the year of the reform, and we were going to be the first year that would go to the middle school. For most of us it meant staying right where we were. After the ceremony I sat on the bench in the corridor that joined the school wing with the dormitory wing (where also were the preschool, cafeteria and administration). She rolled up to me on her hand-powered wheelchair. She had a white blouse, dark blue skirt, white tights and black shoes. She also put on her finger-less gloves. She had painted nails. She stopped in front of me and just asked:
“Are you holding on, Paul?”
I knew she didn’t ask about the graduation.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t know him much. You should ask Chives or Lucas.”
“I don’t care about them. I care about you.”
That was a surprise. I didn’t know she even remembered me. I felt guilty, because I didn’t.
“I’m fine. Really. I just have this absurd thought that he died because of tangerine peel.”
“Tell me” she said, so I told her. Then she told me she was not returning to our school because there was no entrance ramp and no elevator between first and second floor, and she really wanted to be in the class, to have real friends, or at least other people her age around.
“So this is the goodbye” I said.
“Paul, we can keep in touch, you know?”
“Like we did since that summer. It won’t happen, not with my parents. And I’m not very good at keeping in touch. Besides you will be moving to another city. And no one can read my handwriting, even I.”
That’s true. I developed good memory because I was unable to read my own notes. So I memorized them instead. She grabbed my hand in between hers.
“Promise me you won’t forget me.”
“I won’t”, but I did anyway, at least for some time. She released my hand and turned toward the school wing. Her mom was coming, with my dad and Duckmans’ dad too, to help with the wheelchair.
“And Paul?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re right about the tangerine peel. And you should trust your hunches more.” Parents reached us. She rolled down to the exit, turned towards the door, and looked at me.
“Good bye, Paul.”
“Good bye” I said. And that was that. I forgot her almost completely. I even forgot her name. I might ask Duckman, he has good memory for names, but I think I like to remember her as the Forgotten Girl. So those few memories of her that I have be like a dream from long time ago.
Next school year started almost normally. New school books, few new classes, few new classmates. But it was AKD. Some of us were regular visitors at counselors’ office. My mother got into her head that soon I will be blind, so she forced me to take course in Braille reading and writing. Look, Ma’, 22 years later and I’m still going without Braille! I learned it in six months, even reading with my fingertips, and six months later I forgot almost everything. Nothing really happened until November, when Chive became a school hero.
The reform caused Molehill to get more money to buy some specialized equipment, like electric Braille typewriters, book magnifiers (a CRT monitor on a stand with movable table underneath, there were some lights and camera in the monitor base, it could magnify anything on the table twenty or more times), some exercise equipment for kids that needed their motor skills and balance improved, and even a giant wooden table with hidden speakers inside for acoustic stimulation of whole body. That one I tried once, with some low frequency sounds. It was quite pleasant and relaxing experience. Anyway they needed place for that equipment, so they moved some administrative functions around, knocked a wall down and made a room for it in the dorm wing. The walls were covered with white plastic panels with wood grain texture. And my Braille teacher, who also did all the rehab work with the kids, hung some dry mistletoe and other plants on the walls. She got them from her house, just to add some more color and texture to the white walls.
One afternoon in late November, it was after classes, Chive and Firestarter were there, doing their homework, or something. Usually the kids that stayed for the week in dorms did their homework either in their rooms or in classrooms after classes. But that day Chive and Firestarter were in the most expensive room in the entire building. Next day Chive told us, what happened and how he became a hero.
“So he finished his homework first. He pulled out a lighter and started playing with it. I asked him “What the hell are you doing?!”, and he just went to that dry mistletoe and flowers thing that hung on the far wall by the window, and said “Check this out.”, and he just flicked his lighter. Just like that. And it went in flames in a second. Just “whoosh” and half of the wall was in flames. I ran toward it, yelling for help. I pushed him aside, grabbed the whole thing with my left hand and went to the nearest window. Opened it and threw it out. I wasn’t thinking, I just did it. Then Mrs. Aldona burst into the room and asked why I was yelling for help. I just told her that he ignited the mistletoe, and I pointed it with my left hand. I was still holding the window with the right one, you know. And then I saw my hand was burned.” He showed us his burned hand, wrapped in gauze and bandage.
Chive was embarrassed by the whole “hero” thing. He said he did what anyone would do. The room was saved, part of the wall had paneling to be replaced and ceiling painted over, but that\s that. The equipment inside was worth a hundred thousand zlotys, or more. Back then it was a serious amount of money.
That night Chive asked Firestarter about that fire. He was asked by teachers and principal too, but he told them he didn’t know why he did what he did. But he told Chive. He told him that ever since The Kid died he can’t stop thinking about fire and ashes. He told him that he started that fire by the cafeteria, and that he started a fire near his home, burning down someones’ meadow. Lighter helped him, a tiny flame to hold in a hand, but that day he just couldn’t control himself, he wanted that mistletoe burning. He told Chive about the road trip, that when we were moving away form mausoleum, after Lucas got that tangerine peel and wrapper out of the ash mound, The Dead Kid spat into the bowl, and that’s why Firestarter laughed. He also told Chive that he was finished in Molehill, the principal told him so, and called his parents. By the end of the week Firestarter was expelled from school.
Three months later he got into his fathers’ car, with a five-liter canister of gasoline. He locked himself in, poured the gasoline all around and over himself and played with his lighter. Suicide with particular cruelty.
Nothing important happened for some time. Then, in March 2001 Evelyn, the girl who joined us at the beginning of middle school, died from undiagnosed diabetes. One day she just collapsed in cafeteria. She was taken to the Children's’ Hospital in Lublin, but she died there after 3 days. She was buried on Majdanek cemetery. We all went to her funeral. Her death really hit me because I had a crush on her.
The middle school time ended with The Test. In theory better scores on it would open doors to better schools, including elite high schools. In practice the test was too easy, at least from my perspective. And we cheated as soon as the observer from Board of Education left the gym to check on Duckman, who took his tests separate from us, so his mechanical Braille typewriter won’t distract us. Nowadays I think the cheating was stupid, but there was pressure on us to perform, as someone heard from somewhere that the budget for schools in the following years will be based on test results. That turned out to be a lie. So the observer left the gym, one of the teachers stood at the door listening for her return, the other two went between our desks and gave us hints. From time to time someone would ask someone else for an answer. I was asked twice by one of the classmates that joined us at the beginning of middle school, I don’t remember his name. Twice I gave him the right answer. I didn’t need to cheat, but I didn’t mind helping others. Besides, the whole scoring system was pointless, pardon the pun, as elite high schools ignored the test results, and checked the grades instead, some even did their own testing.
Most of us stayed at Molehill anyway. Lucas the White had a chance to go to the high school with “arts” profile. That guy had a talent to paint and draw. Unfortunately he decided to stay with what he knew. Chive stayed too, as did KB and Duckman. Duckman had his troubles by then. He could get to elite high school, but that would probably kill him. I stayed in Molehill too, I was sure I couldn’t do normal high school, and elite one would be even harder. I was lazy too, so sue me. Some of us went to trade school for the blind and visually impaired, on Racing street. We got few new students, Eve the Bitch, Vicky, Marlene of thousand wet dreams, and Stan.
Me and Stan didn’t get along very much, at first. It changed when I snapped. I was the fat one, the nerd, the weakling. But one day, when we watched some movie with substitute teacher, Stan provoked me to a fight I knew I’d loose. Which, of course, I did.
I was sitting at desk in front row, Stan was sitting on top of his behind me. And he was kicking back of my chair with his feet. After few minutes of this I turned my head and said:
“Stop it!”
He did, for five seconds. I turned my head again and just glared as hard as one can, when being near-sighted, and with one eye dead and shrunken in the socket. He just kicked my chair again, this time harder. And I snapped. I just had enough of him, of the school, of my parents, of everything and everyone that pissed me off for the past few years. I just stood up, my chair crashing to the floor, and I attacked him. 5 seconds later I was bent over, Stan holding my right hand, arm bent at my back and substitute yelling at us both. I lost the fight, but for the first time in my life I won respect of the class. Or at least of those who cared about such things.
Few weeks later Stan asked me if I’ll be coming to the school dance. These were organized almost every week on Fridays. I didn’t attend them because I can’t really dance, and no girl would even ask me to one. Especially after Eve the Bitch started telling things about me, that’s what I thought at first. I told that to Stan, but he convinced me that I should come anyway.
I did, and boy, what an evening it was. Turned out there was at least one girl, who didn’t mind my bulk, beige shirt, even my awkwardness in social situations. Her name was Carolyn, she was from the third grade of high school, but her grade was under old system, from before reform, so she was a bit over a year older than me. She was my height, with triangular face, long, dark hair, small breasts and nice butt. After few dances some fast, one or two slow and almost intimate, she asked me to go to her dorm room, while her roommates were dancing with their boyfriends. So we sneaked out from the gym that was the dance hall, past the teacher that was keeping an eye on us, into the dorm wing, two flights of stairs up to the Girls’ Floor and into her room, at the far end of the corridor, by the second staircase that was added, when they did the rehab room. We kept lights off, so no one from the gym would see them. I was nervous, my heart pounding, my hands and forehead sweating like crazy. This was it, my first sexual experience with a female, whose name didn’t end with .jpg. I was ready, I was expecting something special. What I got was 10 seconds of awkward silence. And then Lucas the White started laughing and taunting us from the corridor. I don’t remember, what he said, but it made me really, really angry. I unlocked the door, opened it, saw Lucas and Chive. Chive was at least embarrassed, tugging White’s sleeve and saying:
“Let’s go, Lucas. Don’t be an asshole. Let’s go back.”
I grabbed my left wrist with right hand, and used my forearm like a ram. I hit Lucas\s throat, he shielded it with his hands, but I pushed him back towards the opposite wall. I kept one step away and just let most of my considerable mass push at his hands and throat. For him it was like bench pressing 80 kilograms of angry, horny and fat teenager. Lucas saw something in my eye, and he didn’t like it. He wheezed:
“I’m sorry, Paul. I’m sorry. I can’t breathe. I’m sorry.”
Chive tugged at my sleeve this time.
“Let him go, Paul. I’ll take him away. He’s sorry. Let him go.”
After few more seconds I let him go. I just stepped back, dropping my hands. They left us in a hurry. I went back to the room. I couldn’t see her face, but I heard it in her voice.
“I think you should leave too, Paul.”
“I understand.” And I did, she was afraid of me. “Thank you, Eve, you bitch” I thought.
“I’m sorry” Carolyn said.
I just nodded and left the room. I heard voices from the main staircase. A teacher caught Chive and Lucas, and she was coming up with them. I went to the second staircase. I went down to the Boys’ Floor. I exited there and went towards the main staircase, knowing the teacher won’t be there. I went by the room where the Kid died, and I felt it. Felt it bad. My spine turned into icicle, heart pounded, not with desire or adrenaline, but in pure fear. I reached the staircase, and it subsided. But I knew it won’t leave me. I went down, replaced my school sneakers with boots, got my jacket and I left for home.
That night I barely slept, haunted by nightmares full of blood and gore. It was first of many sleepless nights. As for Carolyn, we never talked about that evening, we never again got together or anything. Neither she, nor Chive or Lucas talked about that evening to anyone. And I avoided school dances and parties until the Half-Way Party, that was in the middle of second high school grade. Because high school was shortened to three grades from four, the half-way point was at the end of first term of second grade, instead of summer between second and third grade. Our class teacher asked us one day, if we want to have a party to celebrate it, and we said “yes”. That night we had The Talk.
I got a bottle of vodka for the party. Not for me, I don’t drink strong alcohols. I wanted to talk to Lucas and Chive, because ever since the Carolyn incident things were awkward between us, and it nagged at me. After two or three hours of the party, after the meal that was prepared for us and anyone we invited from other classes, I grabbed Lucas and Chive, and got them to the corridor that connected school wing with dorm wing. There were the big closets where we kept jackets and boots when in school. I also grabbed a bottle of Fanta from the conference room that was converted to a dinning room for us. I pulled the bottle of “Bitter Gastric” (that’s its name, really) and showed it to them.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk” I said.
“Our room” said Lucas.
“No!” I said sharply. “Anywhere but there.”
They stared at me and then Chive suggested:
“Maybe Mrs. Cobs’ classroom?”
We went to the school wing, onto second floor and toward far end. That classroom was next to the Chemistry/physics classroom, which was always locked. Mrs. Cob taught “Religion”. It might seem weird but here religion is in schools. It’s of course catholic religion and no one bothers to ask students their opinion on the matter. We kept lights off, there was plenty of light from the streetlamps and reflected from the snow. We pulled two chairs to the teachers’ desk and sat around it, I took the teachers’ chair. I placed both bottles on the desk, turned towards Lucas and said:
“I’m sorry for choking you, back then.”
“I deserved it, Paul” he said. “I was an asshole.”
“That you were” I nodded.
Lucas opened the vodka, took a swig and passed it to me. I took one too and passed it to Chive. Lucas opened the soda and drank a bit, then I drank a bit more. Last was Chive, again. He asked:
“Did you and Carolyn… Did you do it?”
“Nope” I sighed, “She was scared of me. Eve the Bitch probably talked with her. She is avoiding me.” I took another swig. Alcohol was starting to get to me.
“So what’s with Eve and you?” asked Chive.
“It was at the end of September, first grade. Duckman was in hospital, after his breakdown, and you were sick too. I was passing between Eve and a desk, and I accidentally rubbed against her. She yelled that I was harassing her sexually, again.”
“Were you?”
“No, Lucas! And I told her that I’d rather harass KB than her. And ever since Eve is pissed at me and tells every girl in school that I’m a perv. That’s why all the girls, even those that never talked with me, are avoiding me.”
We all took a swig of “Bitter Gastric”, and then few swigs of Fanta.
“Well” Lucas said, “Vicky doesn’t think you’re a perv. And on one occasion she told Eve to shut the fuck up. Marlene thinks you are, but that’s because you are staring at her whenever she runs.”
“I can’t not stare at her when she runs. It’s like trying to hold a sneeze. One could get blind trying.”
We all laughed at that. Marlene was tall, athletic girl, a blonde with almost white skin, and the most perfect pair of boobies any of us have ever seen. And she loved to run, which had almost hypnotic effect on every male who could see it. And on few females too.
I had another hunch. This was the moment to ask the big question. They would tell me. I also knew that this was my only chance. I took another swig, for the courage, and asked:
“What happened that night, when the Kid died?”
Lucas looked at me.
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“When I left Carolyn, I went to your floor by the second staircase. When I was passing by the door to your room, I suddenly felt so scared, so terrified, I still have nightmares. That’s why. I just need to know.”
Lucas took a big swig. Half of glass worth of vodka. Chive said:
“I saw nothing. I hid my head under the pillow and tried not to hear it either. So it’s Lucas’ tale. He saw it all.”
“You won’t believe me, Paul, but this is the honest truth.”
Chive got up, went toward the back of the classroom, he knelt by the bookcase with cabinets, where Mrs. Cob kept all the heavy, Braille books, maps and other stuff. He pushed his hand between it and the wall. There was small space hidden by the radiator and window sill. He pulled a small backpack from there. And from the backpack he pulled another bottle, this one unmarked.
“Holy water, from home” he said and laughed nervously. “We will need it.”
We all took a swig, emptying my bottle and then Lucas began.
“I don’t know, what woke us. I think it was his wheezing. The room was so cold that for a moment I thought the windows were open. But no. The Kid was just hanging in the air above his bed. Levitating, you know. He was belly down, and something was falling from his mouth. That’s when Kamil dived under the pillow, and KW asked, what’s going on and why it’s so cold. Then I saw a small mound of the stuff on the bed. It was ash. Like those ashes at the camp. Then something threw him against the ceiling. He was stuck there for a few seconds, then flew across the room, and hit the wall above KWs’ bed, legs first. They broke, like twigs. Then we started screaming, and he flew again, this time hitting wall above his bed, face first. Then he hit his bed, still puking ash, but his face was all bloody and messed up. Then he flew toward the closet, but his neck caught on one of the arms of the ceiling lamp, and he fell to the ground with the lamp. Then it all stopped and teachers came in. And we were still screaming.”
We opened the second bottle, turned out that Holy Water means a nice moonshine. Lucas continued.
“Teachers had flashlights, you know, to check on us at night. They saw the Kid on the floor, covered in blood and ash, one of them just fainted, the other looked at us and told us to stop screaming. Someone called for the ambulance and they came in, checked him out, and then the police came and they arrested us.”
“At first they thought that we killed him, but there was no evidence on us. And we told them what happened. KW and Chive only heard it, and that’s what they said. They didn’t believe us. After that they thought it was some kind of disorder that forces you to eat stuff that’s inedible.”
“Pica” I said.
“Yes, that. But we told them he never did anything line that and he hadn’t left the school ever since that road trip to Majdanek. And none of us would give him ash. Why would we? Finally they closed the case.”
“My parents have a friend in police” added Chive. “They asked him about this, when we were released. Few days later he told them that some ash disappeared from the mound at the mausoleum that night. They thought some occult or neonazi nuts did it. But the ash from our room matched the mound. And the Kid was full of it. Stomach, guts, lungs.”
“Your parents told you that?”
“No, Paul. I was eavesdropping on their conversation. That scared me more than that night.”
We drank some more. I felt seriously drunk. And I had another hunch. I told them, and we did it. We took another bottle of Chibes’ family moonshine from the stash, we went to their room, and we burned it down to the bare concrete. I still don’t know how the entire building didn’t caught on fire.Someone noticed the fire and used extinguisher on the door, containing it inside, until fire brigade came and put it out from the outside.No one discovered it was us. We just poured the alcohol all over the floor and furniture, dropped a burning match, locked the door and went back to the party, where we promptly fell asleep by the wall, completely wasted. They had to carry us out, when fire alarm was tripped.
When I visited that room after it was renovated, I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Even the most epic hangover ever and the wrath of my mother were worth it.I don’t know, why I felt what I felt near that room and at the Majdanek concentration camp. I think, however, that when the Kid died, something of him stayed behind. His pain and suffering was imprinted on the room. And why he died? I believe he was too disrespectful to the dead at the camp. We didn’t want to visit that place, and for most of us it was a boring field trip. And when he did what he did, we were more concerned with not getting caught, than with the respect for the dead. Especially considering how many of them were murdered at that place.
I still have those hunches and really bad dreams. I think I’m just sensitive to this stuff.And there were few more times when I felt something, and sometimes I tried to act. Neither Lucas, Chive, KW, nor any of their roommates felt anything particular in that room. It was just me. And maybe the Forgotten Girlwould have felt something there, too.I think she also had hunches.

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A group of Indo-Iranian words from *piṇḍ-, of unclear origin, includes:
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Skt. píṇḍa-s ‘lump / ball / calf of leg’, Pkt. piṇḍyā-, Pl. píṇṇi ‘calf’, Pj. pinn ‘ball of rice or sugar’, pinn ‘ball of twine’, Kocī (dialect of West Pahāṛī) pinne ‘egg’, Np. pĩṛo ‘ball of flour’, Rom. pinró / punro ‘foot’, A. píṇi, Ni. püṇi Kv. püṇǘ, Kt. puṇá ‘calf muscle’, puṇú ‘kidney’, B. pilli ‘calves’
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Ni. punḍula- ‘roll’, Kv. puṇrá- ‘be encircled’, puṇrí ‘*round/*encircled > whole / entire’
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Kh. pinḍóru ‘round’, A. pinḍúuro, Kv. puṇráň, Ni. punḍura
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Ni. punḍrók ‘kidney’, puṇrík ‘bullet’, -puṇruk ‘cone’
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Skt. utpiṇḍita- ‘swollen up’
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Since the basic meaning seems to be ‘swell / swollen / round’ (with common but obviously secondary ‘round / lump > kidney / calf’), they seem related to Skt. páyate ‘swell’, pínvati ‘fatten / swell’, pīná- ‘fat’, pīpivás- ‘swelling’, pipiṣvant- ‘swollen / overfull / abundant’ << PIE *piH-. But where does -ṇḍa- come from? Turner only says that it might be non-IE, since a source in *piṃṣṭa is impossible. But is it? In:
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*da(H)k^-? > Go. tahjan ‘rend / pull / tear / tug’, G. dáknō ‘bite’, Skt. daṃśana- ‘biting’
*dank^-tro- ‘sharp’ >> Skt. daṃṣṭrikā- / dāḍhikā- ‘beard / tooth / tusk’, B. dāṛ ‘molar’, *ðāṛ > Lv. var ‘tooth’
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Dardic *mhaiṣal- ‘young ram’ > maísōlos, Kt. maṣél ‘full grown male sheep’, Kv. muṣála
*mhainṣḷa- > *mhainṣṭṛa- > *mhainḍhṛa- > Skt. meḍhra- / meṇḍha- / bheṇḍa-, Dardic *mhainḍhaṛa- > A. miṇḍóol ‘young male sheep’, Ti. mind(h)ǝl ‘male sheep’
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it is necessary that *-Nṣṭr- optionally become -ṇḍh- / -_ḍh(r)- (see Note (1) for more on meḍhra-, etc.). The cause seems to be shift of ṣ / x, as in *k^a(H2)po- > Skt. śā́pa-s ‘driftwood’, Ps. sabū ‘kind of grass’, Li. šãpas ‘straw / blade of grass’, *k^aṣpo- > Skt. śáṣpa-m ‘young sprouting grass?’ (2). It is possible that pínvati ‘swell’, in the process of forming *pínv-tra- ‘swelling’, underwent dissimilation of p-v > *p-z (or similar; if not to “fix” *-nvt-, this variant might have existed elsewhere first) to make *pínv-tra- > *pínz-tra- > *pínz-dra-. The path is not clear, since *-Nṣṭr- > -ṇḍh- / -_ḍh(r)- already has variants, whether -ṇḍ- is another or due to *vt or *zt instead of *xt is not clear.
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*vr̥tká-
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The shift in ‘swell / round’ > ‘kidney’ makes it likely that all these groups are related:
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PIE *w(e)rt- ‘turn / revolve / etc.’, Skt. vártate, Rom. boldel ‘turn’
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*varta- ‘circular object? / something made of metal?’, Pkt. vaṭṭa- / vaṭṭaya- ‘cup’, Np. bāṭā ‘round copper or brass vessel’
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*v(a)rtra- ‘round stone’, Skt. vr̥tra- ‘a stone’, Pj. vaṭṭā / baṭṭā ‘stone’, vaṭṭī ‘pebble’, Bhalesī (dialect of West Pahāṛī) baṭṭ ‘small round stone’, *vaRt > Km. waṭh, dat. waṭas ‘round stone’, Kh. bòxt \ boxt \ boht \ bohrt ‘rock / stone’, Ti. bar-, baṭ(h) ‘large rock’
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*vr̥tká- ‘round (object)’ > Skt. vr̥kká- ‘kidney’, Pa. vakka, Dardic *bhürṭka- > A. bhrúk, B. bukṛu, Kh. brùk, Iran. *vǝrǝθka- > Av. vǝrǝðka-, *virdga > MP gurdag
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These resemble another group for ‘kidney’ (which has many other Iran. loanwords), including Armenian. First, since the Arm. ending -mn / -wn is native, from *-mun < PIE *-mo:n, but is added to some words, which seems to include Iran. loanwords ending in *-á(:)- (so it might be so the accent can remain on the same V; no native words with the same final -á likely at the time):
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Iran. *pari-hištaH- >> Arm. paštawn ‘worship / service’, pl. paštamun-k‘
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*doH3to- > Skt. dātá- ‘given’, Av. dāta-, *dāθa- >> Arm. dahamun-k‘ ‘gift’ (*-Ht- > *-th- in Dardic, fem. *daṭhī > Id. díthĭ ‘given’, m. *daṭhō > A. dháatu ‘rich’, and Iran. had the same in *dheH1-to- > Av. dāθa- ‘according to established rules’, so it was either optional or often changed by analogy)
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if any word ends in -mn but has no clear etymology, a source in Iran. should also be considered. Since *tri- > *θri- > *hri- > *(ǝ)ri- > eri- in Arm., metathesis might create:
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Iran. *virθká- >> *θrikvá-mun > Arm. erikamn ‘kidney’, pl. erikamun-k’, *θrikwamǝn- > *t'irkwamǝl- > OGeo. tirk'umel-i, Geo. tirk'mel-i, Laz dirk^u
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Kartvelian alternated n / l, even m / v (just as Arm. here), and the same in another loan in -mel / -vel:
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Li. kùmstis ‘fist’, Iran. *muxšti-, Av. mušti- ‘fist’, Skt. muṣṭí-, *muRšti- > Kv. mřǘšt, Sa. mū́st
Skt. muṣṭikā- ‘handful’, *muRṣṭika >> (loan to Tibetan) Balti mulṭuk ‘fist’, *muxštiká- > Ni. mustik ‘fist’, >> (loan to Kartvelian, through Arm.?) *muxštiká-mǝn > Geo. mt'k'avel-, Svan k'amel ‘five fingers’, Laz mt'k'o
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This change of v > m in Svan and *r > n seems similar to other changes in loans like paršamangi / parševangi (Iran. >> *firašamarga- > Elam. pirrašam ‘peacock’, OGeo. paršamangi, Geo. parševangi OGr; Arm. siramarg (this one with confusion/merger)), as well as native changes. Other words greatly resemble this group:
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*mukšta / *mukšna > Ud. mïžïk, Mv. mokšna,*muxšti- > *mutšix- > Geo. mǰiγ-i ‘fist(ful)’
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The needed shift of *muxšti-, Av. mušti- is also seen in:
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*ya(x)st- > Av. yaxšti- ‘branch’, Skt. yaṣṭí- ‘stick/staff/perch/twig/post’
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*spek^ti- > Av. spaxšti- ‘vision’; *spek^to- > Av. spašta, Skt. spaṣṭá- ‘clearly perceived/discerned/visible’, L. spectus
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In *θrikwamǝn- > *t'irkwamǝl- > OGeo. tirk'umel-i, that Arm. had -mn [mǝn] helps show that the Proto-Kartvelian *e was really a reduced V (ǝ or ï). This explains why *e > Geo. e but other Kartvelian a. This makes Kartvelian part of a large group of languages that had (or are reconstructed to have) an unbalanced V-system with no *e.
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Notes
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(1) origin of meḍhra- / bheḍra- (Whalen 2024a)
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*maH2(y)- ‘bleat / bellow / meow’, Skt. mimeti ‘roar / bellow / bleat’, māyu- ‘bleating/etc’, mayú- ‘monkey?/antelope’, mayū́ra- ‘peacock’, Av. anumaya- ‘sheep’, G. mēkás ‘goat’, mēkáomai ‘bleat [of sheep]’, memēkṓs, fem. memakuîa ‘bleating’, Arm. mak’i -ea- ‘ewe’, Van mayel ‘bleat [of sheep]’
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*maH2iso- ‘bleating’ > Indic *mHaiṣa- > Skt. meṣá- ‘ram / fleece’
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*maH2ismon- > ? *mo:isimon- >> L. mūsimō, (m-m > m-f) *mūrifon- > Sardinian mufrone / mugrone / etc. > French mouflon ‘a kind of wild sheep’
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Since mūsimō is likely a loan, based on simple geography, it could come from *maHiso- ‘bleating’, if Sardinian was inhabited by relatives of Sicels, who had *a: > o (Whalen, 2024d)
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If *maH2ismon- > ? *mo:isimon- by *-ism- > *-isim-, then dissim. m-m > m-0 would allow an exact cognate for:
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*maH2ismon- > *mHaiṣan- > Dardic *mhaiṣal- ‘young ram’ > maísōlos, Kt. maṣél ‘full grown male sheep’, Kv. muṣála
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weak stem *maH2ismn- > *mH2aiṣṇ- > *mhainṣḷa- > *mhainṣṭṛa- > *mhainḍhṛa- > Skt. *meṇḍhra- / *mheṇḍra- ‘ram’ > meḍha- / bheḍa- / meḍhra- / bheḍra- / meṇḍha- / bheṇḍa-, Dardic *mhainḍhaṛa- > A. miṇḍóol ‘young male sheep’, Ti. mind(h)ǝl ‘male sheep’
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maísōlos is found in the glosses in Hesychius for words from India, some of which are likely Gandhari or similar (due to the presence of Indian gándaros ‘bull-ruler’).
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The relationship between these Skt. words (among others) is best explained as optional mh-dh > mh-d / m-dh or metathesis of aspiration, m-dh > *mh-d, then simplification of *mh > bh. The two sets:
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meḍha-
meḍhra-
meṇḍha-
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bheḍa-
bheḍra-
bheṇḍa-
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allow a simple equation of:
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meḍha- : bheḍa-
meḍhra- : bheḍra-
meṇḍha- : bheṇḍa-
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in which each meḍha- is opposed *mheḍa- > bheḍa-, m-dh to bh-d, etc., which probably happened only once in in an older more complex form.
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(2) ṣ / x, ṣp / xp (Whalen 2024b)
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Skt. píppala-m ‘berry (of the peepal tree)’, pippala-s ‘peepal tree / kind of fig tree (Ficus religiosa), pippali- ‘long pepper’, piṣpala-
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These might all be related to púṣpa-m ‘floweblossom’, with dissimilation of p-u. If so, why do most change ṣp > pp? It isn’t a matter of age, -pp- exists in the Rig Veda.
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That it IS an old sound change might be shown by :
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*k^aṣpo- > Skt. śáṣpa-m ‘young sprouting grass?’
*k^a(H2)po- > Skt. śā́pa-s ‘driftwood / floating / what floats on the water’, Ps. sabū ‘kind of grass’, Li. šãpas ‘straw / blade of grass / stalk / (pl) what remains in a field after a flood’, H. kappar(a) ‘vegetables / greens’ (Witczak 2002)
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The alternation of ṣ / H2 / 0 and lack of any conditioning factor resembles my IE shift of H / s (Whalen, 2024c) in words like :
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*maH2d- ‘wet / fat(ten) / milk / drink’ >>
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*mad- > L. madēre ‘be moist/wet/drunk’
*mazd- > Skt. médas- ‘fat’, medana-m, OHG mast ‘fattening (noun)’
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*maH2do-n- > *mand- > OHG manzon ‘udders’
*mazdo- > G. Dor. masdós, Aeo. masthós, Att. mastós ‘breast/udder’
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*madHro- > G. madarós ‘wet’, Arm. matał ‘young/fresh’, Skt. madirá- ‘intoxicating’
*mazdHro- > Skt. medurá- ‘fat/thick/soft/bland’
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If so, these would show that retroflex and uvular fricatives might have been (part of?) what caused s / ṣ / x / X. Either *xp > pp was also optional, or metathesis > *px > pp. It is also possible that *xp > *fp > pp was the path. If also for *sm / *xm, then :
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Skt. túviṣmant- ‘powerful’, tuvī́magha- ‘giving much’
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This might explain another word. Just as tuví- in tuvikūrmí- ‘powerful in working’ appears as túviṣ-mant- ‘powerful’ (likely the comparative), if turá- ‘strong/abundant’ also had compounds with *turiṣ-, then :
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*turiṣ-H2po- ‘having a powerful hold/strength’ > turī́pa- ‘*strength/*virility > semen’
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with the same shift as attested in :
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vīryá-m ‘manliness?/strength/valoheroism / semen’
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Manaster Ramer, Alexis (draft?) Offended as a Cook --and a Comedian : Armenian erikamun-kh 'kidneys, entrails'
https://www.academia.edu/40167620
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Manaster Ramer, Alexis (2024, draft?) Arm erikanunkh Offended as a cook and as a comedian
https://www.academia.edu/118770159
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Strand, Richard (? > 2008) Richard Strand's Nuristân Site: Lexicons of Kâmviri, Khowar, and other Hindu-Kush Languages
https://nuristan.info/lngFrameL.html
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Turner, R. L. (Ralph Lilley), Sir (1962-1966) A comparative dictionary of Indo-Aryan languages. London: Oxford University Press. Includes three supplements, published 1969-1985.
https://dsal.uchicago.edu/dictionaries/soas/
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Whalen, Sean (2024a) Artemis and Indo-European Words for ‘Bear’
https://www.academia.edu/117037912
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Whalen, Sean (2024b) Three Indo-European Sound Changes (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/116456552
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Whalen, Sean (2024c) Indo-European Alternation of *H / *s (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/114375961
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Whalen, Sean (2024d) Reclassification of Sicel (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/116074387
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Witczak, Krzysztof (2002) On the Etymology of Hittite kappar 'vegetable, a product of the garden'
https://www.academia.edu/9564074
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https://en.wiktionary.org/
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