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  • If you go there and look at the map you will realize a two state solution has been a dream of those who didn’t look at that map for decades.

    Pulling those people out of there would be political suicide for the Israeli government, they can’t do it. Settlements sound like a house here and there, but it’s whole communities with universities, hospitals, fire departments, malls, etc. It’s all so extremely interwoven for decades, and yes, it’s getting worse.

    They did exactly that in Gaza in 2005 and removed the 8,000 Settlers from 21 settlements. But in the Westbank we’re talking about a number 100 times that. And also, did it bring peace to Gaza?

    I’m not saying that I have a solution, but just saying they should have 2-states is wishful thinking in my opinion.







  • Schöner Artikel. Ich war jetzt schon drei Mal in meinem Leben in einer ähnlichel Lage wir die geflüchteten. Das erste mal in Deutschland als Spätaussiedler in den 90ern ohne Deutschkenntnisse bin ich dann in die Hauptschule in die 5. Klasse gekommen und musste mich mühsam über den 2. Bildungsweg an die Uni heranarbeiten.

    Dann 15 Jahre später in Schweden hab ich mit minimalen Schwedischkenntnissen nen Nachtjob als Zeitungsjunge ergattert und am Tag die Sprache in der Schule gelernt. Was mir dann ermöglichte einen webdesignerjob zu bekommen und danach mit 30 an die Uni zu gehen.

    15 Jahre später, vor 4 Jahren, war es wieder so weit und ich bi n nach Südkorea gezogen. Hier hatte ich Glück weil ich einfach in meiner Schwedischen Firma weiterarbeiten kann, da es ein globales Unternehmen ist. Das macht es aber schwieriger die Sprache zu lernen, und nach 4 Jahren muss ich verschämt zugeben dass ich sie praktisch immer noch überhaupt nicht behersche. Und somit außerhalb der Familie nicht in die Gesellschaft integriert bin. Mit Arbeit und nem Kleinkind daheim bleibt dafür irgendwie auch keine Zeit.











  • The ChatGTP translation for Americans:


    This morning was a full-blown suburban Olympics on the way to preschool.

    Kid wakes up with big scooter dreams. We barely make it down the driveway before he changes his mind: “No scooter! Stroller!” Cool. So now I’m pushing the stroller with a diaper bag swinging off the handle like it’s trying to fight me. He hops in. Two minutes later? “Actually… scooter.” Classic.

    Now I’m pushing the empty stroller, juggling the bag, and he’s scootering like a mini Tony Hawk. That lasts maybe 500 feet before he’s “sooooo tired” and wants back in. So guess who’s carrying a scooter, pushing a stroller, and already questioning life choices? This guy.

    Then comes the poop situation.

    We pull over for an emergency grassy field bathroom attempt. Pants off. Nothing. (Mind you, we were already late because he did a 15-minute fake poop session at home too.)

    Now he refuses everything. Doesn’t want the stroller. Doesn’t want the scooter. Won’t walk. Won’t be carried. Just stands there, arms crossed like a tiny union worker on strike.

    Eventually I scoop him up — full meltdown, flailing, screaming like I’m kidnapping him. I’ve got him in one arm, the scooter in the other, still pushing the stroller like a deranged octopus dad.

    I finally strap him back in the stroller. Two seconds later? He’s trying to escape. One leg on the sidewalk, the other still in the stroller like he’s halfway into a getaway car.

    Then — divine intervention — we pass the other preschool, and the kids are dressed as firefighters. Suddenly, he’s riveted. Climbs back in like a civilized citizen.

    The rest of the trip? Just continuous low-level whining.

    So now Mom gets to pick up the stroller AND the scooter from school later — sorry, babe.

    And me? I’m parked in a café, mainlining espresso and pretending I’ve got it all together.

    #DadLife #MorningWorkout #PreschoolChaos #IJustWantedCoffee