Friday, 24 March 2017

This Earth Hour, Shine A Light On Climate Action

This Earth Hour, Shine A Light On Climate Action: This is our time to #ChangeClimateChange. Donate your feed and share what you believe in.

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Is 2016 the worst year in history? Scientists and citizens give their opinion.

It is true that 2016 was a year full of terrorists attacks, violence, changes at political and economic level. Some scientists and journalists in United States and in Europe, has written a several number of articles and documents in which, they present 2016 as the worst year of humanity after 1945, the last year of Second World War. More specifically, some polls presented by journals and universities reviews, has given a different point of view concerning the subject of ''bad years'' on human history. 

People talk about 2016 being a particularly disastrous year, but for a historian, there’s nothing new about people fighting for power or useless leaders with bad ideas gathering widespread support. All the current political upheaval is nothing compared with 1348, when the Black Death took hold.
One professor at the faculty of political science mention that before asking yourself concerning the subject of the worst year of human history, you may give a good answer to the next questions:Ought we measure the “worst year in human history” by some calculus of human suffering? By sheer number of deaths? By the geographical extent of misery? Any of these metrics provide ready candidates. For him, the worst year ought to be the beginning of a world-historical process that once started, offered little chance for reversal. HE finish his documents saying that the worst year was really  the famous 1492

According to an american citizen, american people know their worst year. More specifically  for the “worst year ever” goes to 1837, mostly because it was dreadful for nearly everyone in the United States. Andrew Jackson left office, and even though Martin Van Buren had been elected to replace him without much difficulty, within months of his taking office the nation was plunged into what was then the worst economic depression it had ever seen.  

 A several number of European and american citizens prefer to live in 2016 and 2001 rather than in 1943. More specifically,the Holocaust grew more deadly by the week, and Nazis had systematically deported and kille more than 1.3 million Jews by spring 1943.>News of these atrocities circulated internationally, but the Allies lacked the political will and military capacity to rescue European Jews. In order to understand the situation during this year, we can focus on the example of Szmul Zygielbojm, a Jewish-Polish politician who took his own life after his wife and son were killed in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. 
He wrote in his suicide letter, By my death I wish to make my final protest against the passivity with which the world is looking on and permitting the annihilation of the Jewish people. 

 It is very important to mention that there is a poll created and promoted by the official website of Slate Magazine. After having a look of this chart, everybody understood that Inspite the fact that there are a lot of ''bad'' and ''difficult'' years on human history, 2016 was a difficult and at the same time unforgivable  year for human life witch probably has already changed the attitude and the quality of life especially at the Western world. 

created by Steven 
inspired by the official website of Slate Magazine.

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

rain and birds

you and me
together on the forest
speaking, eating, drinking
teaching me to be lion on heart
bird after rain...

your memories, your armies
my old new life....changes..
the past..the now and the futur 
you were always at the beggining..
at the end...

alone far away from your arms
but so near to your mind.
your voice..a smile
your  thinking...a double smile

but now I don't know your place 
I go to green forest but
I can't find you...
every day, every morning
I am on the forest waitng always
for the smile of the bird..

The Sad Clown

Friday, 13 May 2016

Le Nouveau Montpellier journal

An alternative view...a young point of view.

This is a new journal concerning the subject of political, economic and social life in Montpelier, in south France and generally, France.  Young people, young student engaged to write for you, for me and for everyone who love the actual history or actual politics and at the same time want to criticize the events and the articles presented and written by this beautiful group of young and motivate people

.  C'est un nouveau journal en ce qui concerne la vie politique, économique et sociale de Montpellier,de la France du Sud et en général de la France. Un groupe des jeunes, un groupe des étudiants qui sont vraiment motivés veulent continuer a écrire l'histoire en présentant un point de vue alternatif. De façon précise, ils veulent rédiger des documents liés a la vie politique, sociale et économique de la meilleure ville du Sud  pour tous qui veulent savoir bien et en même temps critiquer l’actualité.   

For more information. please visit on facebook  Le nouveau Montpellier on Facebook and on Twitter  Le Nouveau Montpellier on twitter

Choose an alternatif view of life, sometimes is better 

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

memories part 1

Good evening Guys, This is my first post for 2016 after Christmas holidays. 

               I have just returned from my faculty and I am seating to my armchair and I am thinking all my good times which I had with my family and my girlfriend in Greece during Holidays. More specifically, during one month, I can say easily that I have enjoyed every week, every day, every moment, every little moment in my hometown. 
              It is true that between moments, as everybody I choose the best for my mind and for my memories. It is a little funny but between this special moments, is every night in which I go out with my girlfriend and we drank Greek wine at student's store.  Student's stores is an incredible place near of the university of Thessaloniki and they are always full of young people and of course everybody enjoy wine and traditional music from Greece. I am not sure but I think that we were at this ''corner'' of our city every night. During my return trip, I was thinking that it was impossible to be concentrated to my studies, yeah, after all good times in Greece, It it impossible to returned to your studies easily but.....I ought to really return back and speaking about the quantity...not the quality...just the quantity of the work that a student must prepare for this semester at our faculty, I think that I must stay at my home for a period of three month without going outside....sooo no wines... no student home parties..only libraries....classes...faculty..reading..presentations sooo ..keep calm and focus on your studies.... 

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Short story: The Friday Train by Louise Doughty .

I had taken my seat on the train a clear five minutes before departure. The 17.17 to Woking filled up rapidly but I had, through my own promptness and good organisation, gained a double seat. It was a Friday night, the fug in the carriage thick with the body heat and poor odour of desperate commuters, shaking wet macs from their shoulders, shoving bags on to the overhead shelf, snarling into phones. I acted fast, unclipping the little table on the empty seat beside me and placing on it my neatly folded newspaper, my miniature bottle of wine with a plastic cup and a box of cheese and crackers. These things are the treats that signify an end-of-the-week commute for me. It is very important to signal a Friday, I always think: and it's the one day of the week when I really care about having a little elbow room. I placed my briefcase on the empty seat beside me, which now did a very passable impression of a full one.

The train had only just jerked free of Waterloo when a slender woman in her fifties approached my seat - I had already unscrewed the lid from the miniature white wine and poured some - and said, slightly imperiously, "I'm sorry, is anyone sitting here?"
I had a strategy ready. I always do. I had a strategy when I needed to sack half of my department last month and another one prepared when I needed to rid myself of a plump and self-pitying first wife two years previously.
I gave a heavy sigh and then said, in tones of exquisite politeness, "Oh, I do apologise, just let me move my belongings." At which point, I begin to make heavy weather of lifting the plastic cup and pouring wine very slowly back into the miniature bottle.
Most people take the hint, and so did she. "No, it's OK..." she said, and continued down the carriage.
As we flashed through Vauxhall, I settled back, lifting the plastic glass a fraction in a toast to my cleverness.
I toasted too soon. I had scarcely lowered the glass when a man whom I can only describe as a blancmange squeezed his way along the gangway, stopping as he drew level with me. I looked up at him, a huge soft mountain of a man with flesh spilling from his stomach over his hips as if he is wearing one - no, more than one - of those children's rubber rings that prevent them from drowning. He looked down at me, heavy-jowled and humourless, through bottle-thick glasses. He didn't even speak, merely gesturing at the seat beside me.
I did the business with the wine, slowly, replaced the lid on the plastic box, fumbled with my briefcase for some time as it is rather large to jam beneath my legs, and the whole time, the soft mountain man stared down at me, his breathing laboured and harsh through his half-open mouth. He had the sort of lips my father would have called "inside-out lips". My father could not abide overweight people. Their size told you everything you needed to know about them, he said. I have a sneaking suspicion I may have repeated that to my first wife.
The vast, soft man eased himself into the seat without apology. His flesh spilt over the armrest between us. I could feel the heat from his pillow of a thigh. I squeezed myself close to the window, trying not to think that I was being punished for my refusal to let the small, slim woman sit down. As if to rub it in, when we pulled in at Clapham Junction, I saw her striding off down the platform. I had no doubt that blancmange man next to me would be with me all the way to Farnborough.
It began 10 minutes later, a crackling and screeching sound beneath the train, as if it had run over some planks of wood and the driver was applying the breaks. How quickly it happened, yet how slowly. I glanced across the aisle at the other passengers, looking at their faces for clues. The couple sitting opposite looked stricken. Then I saw that, in front of them, a woman had extended her hand across the aisle to another woman. Two strangers were clutching hands. The oddness of this is what I concentrated on as the train lifted itself from the tracks and took flight. I heard nothing then, no screeching or screaming, just an odd and empty silence, a sensation of weightlessness, a whiteness to the air around me, and for some reason I thought of my first wife's scream as I told her she would lose the house and the blank look on the face of one of the men I sacked and then the fat man thudded into my shoulder, as heavy as a sack of flour, and I was buried beneath him, and I thought how, if I had allowed the thin woman to sit down next to me, I would not now be crushed beneath a man who has probably led a miserable life and is about to die a strange sort of death, twirling in the air in a train carriage that is being ripped open like a tin of pilchards. Strangely, there was no fear, and no regret, merely the brief thought of something else my father said: "What goes around, comes around." I was in that moment rounded off, as it were, perfected, complete.

Copyright by Express.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

the Chairs Team of the Leipzig 2015 - 80th International Session of the European Youth Parliament

The European youth parliament (Eyp) present you the Chairs Team of the Leipzig 2015 - 80th International Session of the European Youth Parliament ! Next to the session President Luca Olumets from Estonia, 17 motivated alumni were selected, who are all eager to shape an inspiring event for all the participants!

Benjamin Gradhand (Germany)
Kati Pärn (Estonia)
Lorenzo Parrulli (Italy)
Theodor Hall (Switzerland)
Jonathan Piepers (Belgium)
Felicia Dahlquist (Sweden)
Arnolds Eizenšmits (Latvia)
Khalid El Ghoul (The Netherlands)
Annmarie Kiiskinen (Finland)
Willem Koelewijn (The Netherlands)
Andreia-Gemma Moraru (Romania)
Conall O’Rourke (Ireland)
Lia Lisa Pachler (Austria)
Laure Steinville (France)
Lorenz Stree (Germany)
Ia Tserodze (Georgia)
Arriana Yiallourides (Cyprus)
Sincere congratulations and the very best of luck to all those selected!
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