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This is a really cool documentary, and Dr. Alejandro Hernández Cárdenas is doing amazing things

(NSFW) Reviving the Dead With DIY Forensics: Still Life (Full Documentary)

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तीन देशों से अमेरिका आ रहे 10 हजार लोग, ट्रम्प ने सेना से कहा- पथराव हो तो गोली चलाएं

तीन देशों से अमेरिका आ रहे 10 हजार लोग, ट्रम्प ने सेना से कहा- पथराव हो तो गोली चलाएं

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लोगों को रोकने के लिए 15 हजार जवान तैनात कर रहा अमेरिका 

शरण पाने के लिए होंडुरास, अल सल्वाडोर और ग्वाटेमाला के हजारों लोग अमेरिका की तरफ बढ़ रहे 

अभी 5800 जवान अमेरिका-मैक्सिको सीमा पर तैनात, इन्हें मदद दे रहे वायुसेना के 400 जवान 

Dainik Bhaskar

Nov 02, 2018, 11:49 AM IST

वॉशिंगटन.रोजगार और अच्छे जीवन की तलाश में लैटिन अमेरिकी देशों होंडुरास, ग्वाटेमाला और अल सल्वाडोर से करीब 10 हजार…

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It was meant to be so easy - Jolfa border crossing, Iran

It was meant to be so easy – Jolfa border crossing, Iran

 ‘Could there be an easier border crossing?’ Breezing through the Armenia immigration, getting a better-than-market-rate for our left over Armenian drams from the golf cart driver who carried us and our bags a whole 100 metres, we approached the border guards on the Iranian side with some trepidation. Crossing from Armenia to Iran where the headscarf for women is a legal requirement Fellow…

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Cette journée en famille  s’annonçait parfaite… Beau temps, belle neige ! A 10h, mon mari, les enfants  Emma, Thomas et moi-même,  nous étions dans les télécabines du Prarion regardant le village des Houches s’éloigner de plus en plus, en fond de vallée.

Le panorama grandiose se dévoilait alentours devant nos yeux émerveillés. C’était parti pour une journée de glisse sur le site des Houches Saint-Gervais…. Petite curiosité du matin : aller découvrir le nouveau télésiège des Mélèzes, un 4 places débrayable où l’on embarque tout en douceur et qui nous dépose délicatement aux départs des pistes Cha et Chamois.  Quel plaisir de ne plus  nous accrocher aux perches des téléskis où l’on perdait régulièrement l’un des deux enfants en cours de route … merci pour ce changement…

Nous sillonnons le domaine et ses pistes douces, ses pentes boisées, nous admirons les panoramas grandioses face à nous, décidément cette sortie en famille se passe au mieux, même pas une jérémiade d’Emma , tout le monde « a la banane » ! Lors de  nos pérégrinations, j’avais repéré au départ du télésiège des écoles, un camp trappeur, qui semblait nous attendre ! Rien que de contempler le sourire béat des enfants à notre arrivée sur cette aire de jeu appelée le SKI CAMP, j’ai compris que la partie était gagnée :

Piste de luge

piste de snow tubing

curling

tyroliennes pour enfant

stand de tir de biathlon pendant les vacances de février

espace DVA….

Nous nous installons sur  l’espace pique-nique et pendant qu’avec mon époux je déguste le café tout chaud sortant du thermos, les enfants s’en donnent à cœur joie : cet endroit est un vrai paradis pour les familles… Glissades, fous rires, batailles de boules de neiges, recherche DVA le temps passe vite pour petits et grands. Mais il  faut déjà redescendre, même si ma décision entraine un total refus de Thomas, qui va bouder jusqu’à la télécabine. Sur la promesse que l’on reviendra vite s’amuser sur le site, la bonne humeur revient enfin … et je ramène toute ma petite troupe dans la station  ! A refaire!!!!

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Le skicamp des Houches : Le QG d’altitude des enfants Cette journée en famille  s'annonçait parfaite... Beau temps, belle neige ! A 10h, mon mari, les enfants  Emma, Thomas et moi-même,  nous étions dans les télécabines du…

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Macedonian Mules

When a surly, thick-necked Macedonian customs officer says, ‘You look suspicion’, you can’t help but sh*t yourself even when you know you’ve done nothing wrong.

‘Why you in Macedonia?’ customs guy grunted through our driver window.

‘Holiday’, Adam replied.

‘Holiday?’ He seemed sceptical.

He asked a few more questions and disliked all of Adam’s answers. Q. What do you do? A. I’m a fitness trainer. Q. How long in Macedonia? A. Just last night. Q. Where to now? A. Kosovo. Q. Who owns car? A. A relative in Austria. Q. You have something to declare? A. No. Q. We will find something illegal in car? A. No. Q. We search car.  A. Fine.

We emptied the boot and stood by while a scrappy-looking spaniel sniffed every square inch of the car, including under the bonnet. I’m not sure why but my heart was threatening to explode out of my chest while I tried to look and act normal, which should have been easy considering we had nothing to hide. What if they plant something?! I asked myself, slightly hysterically. I wondered what a Macedonian jail might look like and pictured myself in Midnight Express. I’ll admit I got a little carried away.

  The dog covered the same areas over and over, following his frustrated master’s commands to re-sniff every surface, nook and cranny. They were desperate to find something, that much was obvious.

Adam and I had been for a run a couple of hours earlier (health kick’s coming along!) and we were still in our exercise gear. Adam’s running attire consists of shorts and a singlet rain, hail, shine, Australia, Antarctica or Macedonia. His outfit was highly suspicious according to the fat customs man (someone clearly unfamiliar with the concept of exercise).

‘It’s cold – why shorts?’ he demanded to know.

‘I was running earlier and it’s hot in the car,’ Adam reasoned, entirely reasonably.

Customs guy was not convinced, explaining that when you take drugs it makes you hot, ergo, we are drug runners.

He also pointed to the leaves and crud on the roof of the car and labelled it ‘suspicion.’

‘You say you only in Skopje one night – why this?’ he asked, gesturing to the roof.

I can only assume customs guy has never parked his car under a tree. Maybe in Macedonia only drug dealers park their cars under trees, I don’t know. 

After about thirty minutes we were told to put our stuff back in the car.

‘Nothing…’ said customs guy, clearly disappointed.

‘But you do look very suspicion,’ he insisted, pointing again to Adam’s shorts.

Anyway, lesson of the day: shorts are the shady garment of drug dealers/drug user/drug mules in Macedonia. If it can be avoided, do not wear shorts when crossing the border and be sure to cleanse your roof of leaves and bird poo. Then presumably you can sail hassle-free over the border with a trunk full of hard-core narcotics. You’re welcome.

(If I wasn’t so convinced I was going to jail I would have lol’d at how much customs guy reminded me of a Macedonian Farva from Super Troopers.)