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The Japanese of prewar Davao City, Philippines. Davao Photo Album by Fumio Magose, circa 1930. National Diet Library, Japan.
Freikorps - The Iron Division
When I Grow Up is New Yorker cartoonist Ken Krimstein’s new graphic nonfiction book, based on six of hundreds of newly discovered, never-before-published autobiographies of Eastern European Jewish teens on the brink of WWII—found in 2017 hidden in a Lithuanian church cellar. These autobiographies, long thought destroyed by the Nazis, were written as entries for three competitions held in Eastern Europe in the 1930s, just before the horror of the Holocaust forever altered the lives of the young people who wrote them. In When I Grow Up, Krimstein shows us the stories of these six young men and women in riveting, almost cinematic narratives, full of humor, yearning, ambition, and all the angst of the teenage years. It’s as if half a dozen new Anne Frank stories have suddenly come to light, framed by the dramatic story of the documents’ rediscovery. Beautifully illustrated, heart-wrenching, and bursting with life, When I Grow Up reveals how the tragedy that is about to befall these young people could easily happen again, to any of us, if we don’t learn to listen to the voices from the past.
I want to hear about the fights Declan gets into with Mitaka’s army friends because angry and blind Techie ready to throw some hands is the best
“…frankly the situation in Germany is none of our concern, if they can’t pay then…”
Declan could feel his cane creaking in his fist as his fingers involuntarily tightened. If he were a younger or fitter man… if he were anyone but a Hux with a reputation to maintain… he’d punch that idiot square in the teeth.
He had been trying to drowned the Colonel out all night, but the man had that awful kind of voice that crawled inside Declan’s skull. What a vile, disgusting, heartless little coward. Probably never even stepped foot on a real battlefield and certainly had never gone hungry once in his worthless life. Why Dopheld tolerated his presence…
Matt’s large warm hand settled around his for an instant under the cover of handing him a cup of mulled wine.
It was almost enough to calm him down.
Of course Dopheld had to tolerate these men- his place in the Army still depended on it, just as Armitage needed to court the government if he was to keep his supply chains open. Everything was politics in the end. At least if they maintained their connections they still had a chance to influence things for the better.
“…if a few thousand die here and there, well, that’s one way to reduce the burden on their economy and increase our income!”
No. Too far. Damn the politics and damn the reputation, Declan was going to punch him.
For the length of a breath Matt’s fingers tightened on his elbow. At first Declan thought he was being restrained, but then he recognised the guiding touch for what it was- a slight adjustment to his trajectory.
The Colonel screamed when Declan ‘accidentally’ brought his cane down with enough force to break two toes.
Naturally that noise startled the younger Hux brother, who was of course only a poor blind veteran of the trenches. Declan’s nerves had never been the same after the shelling and the gas that had taken most of his vision. Yes, the noise startled him in such a way that his cane came up reflexively to connect with the Colonel’s chin and nose.
A wet crunch of a breaking nose and Declan stumbled back, the fresh cup of steaming hot mulled wine sadly cascading over the hapless officer’s crotch.
The scream turned into a sobbing wail that was coming from somewhere near the floor.
“Oh dear.” Declan said as sincerely as he could. It wasn’t very convincing, he was still working on that.
“Are you okay, Quentin?” Dopheld asked just before there was another cry of pain. “Oh sorry, did I step on your hand?”
Apparently Dopheld was working on it too.
Written On The Sky by baccuroth (orphan account)
Modern AU- pre-WW2. Vampire AU. Eruri. 3 stories. Vampire Erwin. Pianist Levi. A vampire and his love.
Each story is so beautifully written. They seem almost ethereal. In Written on the Sky Erwin and Levi meet and are intrigued by each other. Erwin almost goes too far in Mouthful. They finally take the last step to be together in Amour.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ooh, a map of HISTORY?
KINKY!