All in all, before falling asleep, Simon-The little Hebrew boy asked,
-"What Turkish caliph has declared in Turkey's Mosques. What
will he do us?
…Erdogan's been threatening: 'We will cut their tongues' out
and the reactions…**** Last updated: 22/01/2022 -09:42 Euronews
Erdoğan'dan Sezen Aksu'ya: Hz. Adem efendimize kimsenin dili uzanamaz; o dilleri yer geldiğinde koparmak bizim
görevimizdir****
When his son Simon was fast asleep daddy went out. There,
of course, were people out and about on the village
streets
after all! Two young blue collars were coming along the
road
from one of the barracks within the safe area of some
building sites. According to his little son-Simon
there-probably-were no building sites for he didn’t know the meaning of areas where any building would be being built. The twos-the blue colours-were of long height obviously to have not known the disadvantages of bring tall, very lean, in
close-fitting clothes, and their faces too were-instead of
the workers traditions-not too much alike, and yet with dark
brown complexions setting off no beards because they have
already shaven twice that day. They were walking remarkably fast, considering the present state of the roads under the huge threat of Islamic terror, swinging their long legs in time as if they were wadding. ‘What’s going on?’ called the Simon’s dad. He
had to raise his voice to communicate with them, they were
walking so fast, and didn’t stop.
‘We have business here,’ The construction workers, obviously very afraid of Islamic terror, replied to little
Simon's father, and they went on:
- “A woman living a lonely and difficult life with her ten-year-old son was arrested and imprisoned at midnight on the orders of the New Ottoman caliph Erdogan, who was trained by the Turkish Ayatollah Gulen, for reading a proverb on YouTube. If you don't believe it, look at the picture of this woman, a victim of Islamic terrorism."
https://www.google.com.tr/search?q=sedef kabaşın tutuklanması&sxsrf=AOaemvJoN5ZyizQM1Nr4jNEnO9v08Z9fqQ:1643013999881&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj4g8uOgMr1AhVURvEDHT6sAHcQ_AUoAnoECAEQBA&biw=1536&bih=722&dpr=1.25#imgrc=x9upwF5SV3NmOM
"But why does that scare you at this time of night?"
asked little Simon's father.
-The new caliph Erdogan has Islamic Terrorist militants
in Bosnia, Libya, Syria, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, even Paris. When he starts a campaign against women and children, Islamic terrorists in many parts of the world see that campaign as a flare and
attack women and children. We must go home quickly and protect women and children!

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Simon-The little Hebrew boy
cried,
HELP! HELP!
STOP TURKISH NEW CALIPH/DICTATOR ERDOGAN!!!!!!!STOP HIS ANTI-SEMITIC LAWYER NAMELY ACTIVE ISLAMIC TERRORIST HATING JEWS WHO ARE OPEN TO BE TERRORIZED BY SUICIDE BOMBERS AT ANY MOMENT!!!!!!!
Calling Erdogan "Jewish" was considered an insult
Bursa 23rd Criminal Court of First Instance sentenced the person who used the expression "Jew" about President ERDOGAN to a judicial fine of 7 thousand TL for "insulting the President".
During the lawsuit, the General Directorate of Legal Affairs of the Presidency sent a letter with the phrase "service specific" to the court, while the expression "Jew" in the complaint petition of Erdogan's lawyer HUSEYIN AYDIN was evaluated as "humiliating, damaging to honour and dignity".
TRY AND SEE AND EVEN HAVE GOT TRANSLATED THE D.W TURKISH NEWS REGARDING THE CALIPHATE'S ANTI-SEMITIC CRIME!***



Cumburbaşkanı Recep Tayyip Erdoğan
Cumhurbaşkanı Recep Tayyip Erdoğan'a hakaret davalarıyla ilgili Bursa'dan tartışmalı bir karar çıktı. Bursa 23. Asliye Ceza Mahkemesi,.....
***Dava sürecinde Erdoğan'ın avukatı Hüseyin Aydın'ın şikayet dilekçesinde Erdoğan'a yönelik "Yahudi" ifadesi "küçük düşürücü, onur ve saygınlığı zedeleyici" olarak değerlendirildi.

Suddenly some ones called back, laughing. ‘Where?’ ‘At home.’ ‘We’re going our homes too,’ shouted they, all ones’ voice for a while rising above all the others. In spite of the fact that he least wanted the men to take him with them he teamed up the middle-sized crowd having wished if the group should be a mop for striking up an acquaintance with them didn’t seem as if they would lead anywhere much, but they would obviously be sincere, both cheerful and hopeful companions on that walk. However, although they heard what he said, they simply nodded, walked on, and were gone in a moment. He felt himself to have been left stenting in the deep silence-although it might be only a colour, say navy blue of an average night-and the feeling disinclined to haul his soul out of it only to have it sink in ordinary depression used to reign in excessive silence again a little further on. A cop and his colleague without uniform, happy to be rid of the big crowd probabilities at last in the midnight, made their way slowly back through no door of no houses-which could only be standing ajar, and yet still keeping an eye on the cheered-up group.
He was left alone in the all-enveloping midnight serenity, and within the contrasting social environment from the outer side of an inn broad shop-window illuminated very feebly light elicited anyhow by visibility reverberated through the glass he read:
As it’s senior ideologue, Abu Ibrahim al Hashimi al Qurayshi* justified the group’s atrocities before leading its global operations after the group had suffered significant losses.
The leader of Daesh (ISIS) was killed in a bloody overnight US raid in north-western Syria, according to US President Joe Biden.
• A Turcoman Islamic terrorists named The Caliph after the ex was killed, He’s living at the Turco-Syrian border: see below!

Ebu Ä°brahim el-HaÅŸimi el-KureyÅŸi - Vikipedi


Simon’s daddy thought, ‘If I’d come here by chance and not on purpose,’ and he hissed, ‘I might fall into despair at this point.’ Then a tiny window opened in a meatball vendor’s stand like cottage on his left. Closed, it had looked dark navy blue, perhaps reflecting the lanterns around, and it was so very tiny that, now it has been opened, he couldn’t see the whole face of the person behind it, only that person’s eyes: they were old, brown eyes.

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‘Well, you’re the international surveyor,’ he soliloquized as if he explained something to another people, under the legendary of his own guffaw ‘and you belong at the internet. Where do you want to read?’ ‘Why, to reach the Islamic Terror news linked to Turkey Soviet-the cocaine state,’
‘Well, you’re the international surveyor,’ he soliloquized as if he explained something to another people, under the legendary of his own guffaw ‘and you belong at the internet. Where do you want to read?’ ‘Why, to reach the Islamic Terror news linked to Turkey Soviet-the cocaine state,’ They heard, in a while, a call echoed in the dimly illuminated atmosphere,
- ‘Read then patiently:
“BREAKING EPISODE
ISIS-Islamic Terror State-has been called as DAESH in the European diplomatic statements and as DAEŞ in Turkish. Then come on and explain why Caliph ERDOGAN turned DAEŞ into DEAŞ? Because-regretfully-he gave the start to advertise DAEŞ over the legal legend DEAŞ for that AŞ would come to the meaning of Incorporated Company / Anonim Şirket, say AŞ!” As one could hereby see-in the Word Tricks-Turkish Public Opinion recently has been called to recognize ISIS-Islamic Terror State-in its new trademark DEAŞ or a legal incorporated company!
Simon’s Dad was quick to say, ‘Woah’ ‘Oh, then I’m not going,’ the echoed sound burst at once. ‘But I belong at the house of mine,’ little Simon’s dad said, repeating another man’s own words. ‘Maybe,’ said two men coldly. ‘Take me to the home, then,’ said he jokingly. ‘Very well,’ mocked the men. ‘We’ll bring The Alexander Great’s horse round in a minute.’ None of this exchange sounded particularly friendly; it was more like a kind of self-interested, anxious, pettily meticulous attempt to get him away from where he was standing in front of a neighbouring citizen man’s house. Then as if a yard gate opened, and an average sized, magnificent race horse appeared. He was backing absolutely home carrying light petty news, having had no seat of any kind breaking ones for the rest of night, and was drawn by a feeble little avarice yearning to go on with his routine life, behind which the news might come into view. Although he wasn’t out of sturdiness, he seemed feeble himself, he stooped and walked with a limp, and his face was red, as if he had a cold, and after that ridiculous mental confusion he grasped the truth: He had backed to home, gone to bed and fallen asleep.
In his dream none was quick to say anything during the following dialogues. A- ‘Oh, then I’m not going,’ B- ‘But I belong at the house of mine,’ A- (repeating the man’s own words) ‘Maybe,’ adding something coldly. B- ‘You people make me too to the bedroom, then,’ A- ‘Very well,’ B- ‘I’ll bring The Alexander Great’s Horse round in a minute.’ Each syllable of this speech exchange sounded particularly friendly; it was not more like a kind of self-inter

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And after that night little Simon’ dad perceived the reality that he was obviously a man healthy, wealthy and wise as an average Hebrew, and had come out of the house at times only to get himself away from here or there. Considering his situation, he confessed not anything particularly to be being assigned to any action as concrete or abstract effect, but his subject should be one of those of the men living in the Judaic Parish. dismissed not the self-criticism its soliloquy form, say application to enrich the authors locution based on expletive, peroration, skill of narration. All he learned was that he was a Jew full on inner energy alongside humble but strong muscles enough to defend himself against at least two Islamic terrorists paid by Turkey Islamic Soviet’s Caliph namely dictator ERDOGAN. Eventually he had brought himself away from uncomfortable place useful only to watch TV because it happened to be standing ready, and getting another thing to watch one would have taken too much time. ‘Sit down,’ he said himself, pointing to the armed chair bottom with mobile to be used occasionally as his whip. ‘I’ll sit beside you,’ said a family member, and ‘I’m going to walk,’ said another. Then he gave start to watch Turkey Radio Television, and suddenly felt himself thoroughly upset: ‘But why?’ asked a butcher in the most popular serial produced by that notorious Jihadist mass media organ: ‘Why we are not going to kill the Israeli’s friend from The United Arab Emirates?’ repeated.
TRT (TURKEY RADIO TELEVISION)’s new series “THE ORGANISATION” draws attention with its cast. The Character Zayed FADI is portrayed as Mohammed Dahlan, the hitman for Egypt, Israel, and The United Arab Emirates in The Middle East. So, who exactly is the character of Zayed FADI in the series, what is the purpose and when will he be killed?

TRT'nin yeni dizisi Teşkilat oyuncu kadrosuyla dikkat çekiyor. Dizide Zayed Fadi karakteri, Ortadoğu'da Mısır, İsrail ve Birleşik Arap Emirlikleri'nin tetikçisi olan Muhammed Dahlan olarak canlandırılıyor. Peki dizide Zayed Fadi karakteri tam olarak kim, amacı ne ve ne zaman öldürülecek?
The little Simon’s Dad cried three times:
HELP’ HELP’ HELP! LET’S PROTECT INNOCENT JEWISH PEOPLE AND OUR DEAR SOULS AS THE GULF ARABS

One of the Europeans outdoors-an Irish or a Russian in the street-began to sneeze simultaneously, and then succumbed to a fit of coughing which shook him so badly that he had intended to climb the outer side of the little Simon’s house or rather his family’s home to use his legs in an extra energy production in order to use while holding his breath over that public place for the pavement before the building might be accepted as adjacent to the house. Little Simon’s dad said no more, and replaced his body much more deeply in the arm-chair he would be going on with sitting in peace. From the o

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EPISODE NO WORK NUMBER

HOT RED ALARM! HOT RED ALARM! HOT RED ALARM! HOT RED ALARM!



EVERYBODY SHOULD BE WARNED OF THE MOST CYNICAL IDEAL OF THE NORTH KOREA IN TURKEY: ANTI-CAPITALISM!!!!!



Let’s now realize that the evil source of the international Islamic Terror has been created through intrigues serviced by the North Korea in Turkey and it was used to be directed by false enemies, say all political parties and Islamic communities-naturally genuine culprits-in the country, to be succeeded by the faint frictions of a would-be rival in the struggle to gain power, as represented by means of monotonous sound of small bells-like terror in Paris- in the last century, perhaps also up at the borders of The Europe or perhaps in the world as a whole. Their common note was certainly a more suitable accompaniment to their cynical IDEAL: ANTI-CAPITALISM!

See the anti-capitalist action philosophy OF CHP, ITS PSEUDO SOCIAL LEADERS, OF MUSLIM COMMUNTIS LEAD BY FETHULLAH GULEN MAINLY, OF TAYYIP ERDOGAN’S AK PARTY SAY NOTHING OF THAT ABDULLAH OCALAN’S PKK, AND ANTI-PKK SOLDIERS NOURISHED!

Of CHP
Each of the six basic principles of Kemalism, Turkey's founding ideology, is included in the symbol as an arrow. The symbol, which started to be used in 1933, was designed by Turkish educator İsmail Hakkı Tonguç.[2] The longest arrow, unlike the others, is notched.[3]

2 Six Arrow Principles 2.1 Republicanism 2.2 Nationalism 2.3 Populism

2.4 Statism 2.5 Secularism 2.6 Revolutionism



Of F. GULEN

Alternatif Politika, Cilt. 4, Sayı. 3, 262-284, Kasım 2012

Gülen believes that the only thing that the same concepts reveal in the name of humanity is "evil", especially in these thoughts, which became evident under the headings of Western thought and philosophy…capitalism…According to him, the ideas and aims of the West regarding the Islamic world have not changed since the Crusades.

OF ERDOGAN'S AK PARTY

تويتر \ Mahir Ünal على تويتر: "This is what we call digital space ...https://twitter.com › mahirunal › status 's, on the way to full independence, capitalist capital, lap after lap. These are the foot tricks of the enemies ... who will lose the marathon..it's no use. @ ...

MESSRS,
ATTENTION PLEASE!!!!!!
'Bazı ülkelerde büyükelçiliklerden önce okullar açıldı'
Fethullah Gülen Hareketi'nin okullarının büyük bir kısmı başta Afrika, Orta Asya ve Kafkasya'da olmak üzere 1990lı yıllarda kuruldu.Okulların açılmasını, Türkiye'den iş dünyasının ticari faaliyetleri izledi ve kimi zaman da, diplomatik temsilciliklerden önce Türkiye'den o ülkelere Fethullah Gülen okulları gitti.
OF THE GULEN SCHOOLS IN AFRICA THAT WOULD BE READY TO BE USURPED BY TURKISH CALIPH ERDOGAN TODAY!
In some countries, schools were opened before embassies.
Most of the Fethullah Gülen-namely the teacher of Turkish Caliph ERDOGAN/The author’s Note-Movement's schools were established in the 1990s, primarily in Africa, Central Asia and the Caucasus.

The opening of the schools was followed by the commercial activities of the business world from Turkey, and sometimes Fethullah Gülen schools went to those countries from Turkey before the diplomatic representations.

WHY? WHY? WHY?
COME ON, WATCH OUT NOW!

YES! FETHULAH GÜLEN, THE ENEMY OF THE USA/KEMALIST GENERALS IN THE 1990s AND THE TURKISH AYETULLAH LATER, FOUND THE GULEN SCHOOLS BEFORE THE JOINT CAPITAL CANDIDATE TAYYIP ERDOGAN AS TURCO-ISLAMIC POLITICAL REPRESENTATIVE OF THE ISLAMIC AND KEMALIST CURRENTS WOULD BE COMING. BECAUSE THEY KNOW THAT MILLIONS OF CHILDREN CAN BE RAISED THERE, LIKE SADDAM AND MUAMMER GADDAFI, AND ISLAMIC TERROR COULD SURVIVE ESPECIALLY OVER THE AFRICAN MUSLIM BRETHREN AND THE COULD THREATEN DADLY THE EUROPE AS A WHOLE AND THE USA.

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‘I’m very surprised to find The North Korea in Turkey willing to drive both The East and West Europeans towards a certain apocalypse based on TURCO-ISLAMIC TERROR on its own responsibility. Is it allowed? Or rather how might The Allow such a debacle?’ His own intellectual IQ Faculty took no notice, and continued to flounder along beside the sensibility of his.
‘Hey!’ he happened to cry while re-remembering the things he remembered before a while, and began to make a snowball-made of words of course from the icy layers of his memory elicited for many decades through both his consciousness and subconsciousness ready to be throwing over the page thereof blank portions should wait to be filled with parts of speech by means of symbols like words, numbers, picturesque drawings. It hit his right on the very tong of his so that he repeated the same exclamation “hey!” Hey, ugh, what hey? At that point he did stop and turned, but when he saw himself-along the memoirs-either written or not-so close considerations have moved a little further on till the time when he saw his reflection out of the mirror mounted on the mid-front covering clack of the wardrobe bent form, as if physiologically overestimated, the coloured, narrow face with cheeks that somehow looked lopsided from the point of sudden seeming one smooth and the other fallen in, the almost glimmering teeth exposing mouth constantly open as if to help him to be listened better, he found he had to repeat what he had just cried as an exclamation but at times with compassion, asking whether he might be punished for giving wanton thoughts a lift in his routine considerations. ‘What are you getting at?’ asked him himself blankly, but waiting for no further explanation he called to the little literature induced bubbling and everything moved on to be carried on with as the ingredients of the homework, yes somehow an endless. When he had almost reached the same point, which he recognized by a bend in his pondering, he saw to his surprise that the mental output was already entirely enlightened. Had he been parleying under the breath so long? Only one or two hours, by his calculations.
And he had let his mind to wander in the late night, and had not felt sleepy henceforth since that time. Again, it had been full daylight until a little while ago, and only now was it dark. ‘Worst days, Best days,’ he chanted lullabies-is there anything as refraining the worst or the best days-to sooth himself, slipping off the bed and going back to it. On the small flight of steps up to the dream just he was enjoying he saw a welcome sight: the creation in charge of raising a lantern in the air and shining it in his direction to see much more auspicious details. Fleetingly remembering the thoughts out of dreaming, he stopped lying comfortably. Then heard there a cough was to be somewhere in the darkness;

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Simon’s elder sister and her elderly husband-the Humboldt’s school friend-was arguing something, and yet the conversation couldn’t be understood-or even be deciphered-clearly over the parts of speeches spent in a way “hit or miss” if not through a spoken language when logically considered.
The elderly husband-‘I mean the surveying utensils that I entrusted to you…’
The young woman – (repeating several times) ‘I don’t have any of those,’
‘What a couple we are!’
‘Do you know anything about kitchen surveying?’
‘No,’ the old husband said. ‘But if you claim to be my young wife, then you need must know something about it,’
(They remained silent.)
‘Oh, come along, then,’ the young wife-Simon’s elder sister, pushing some pans, forks, plates, durable tea glasses onto the table before them.
(The two of them were sitting rather silently at a small table in the kitchen of their new flat. In the middle, some cushions and tabloids to right and left of them. Across the newly painted wall there was only that table where some of the local rustics of Ukraine could find place, just as they should do henceforth yesterday evening till then The Russian Army had given start to invasion against a Jewish President neither his Jewishness nor presidency of his could had been significant in analysing the war in The East Europe.
‘I’m going to have a hard time with you,’ said old husband, comparing their faces-of that of the young wife and that of his-yet again. ‘How could we to know which of ours is which? The only difference between you and me is our names based on gender, and apart from that’- he hesitated- ‘apart from that we’re as like as two dummies.’
(They smiled.)
‘Oh, other people find it easy to tell us apart,’ the young wife said. ‘I believe you,’ said the elderly husband ‘I’ve seen that for myself, but then I have only my own eyes, and I can’t distinguish between you with me. So, we shall treat ourselves as a single person, and call us both The Spouse, which would be the name of one of us-you, perhaps?’
Since one of them should mean half of twos no matter half of what might represent the asked one of what asked the other the same question. ‘No,’ the other replied, ‘It is this.’ ‘Well, never mind that,’ said asker, ‘I shall call us both “you” and “I”. If one of us send the other somewhere we’ll both go, if you give me a job to do we’ll both do it, which from my point of view will be a disadvantage in our family that I can’t employ each other on separate tasks, but also an advantage because then we can hold ourselves jointly responsible for everything one or other ask other one to do. How we divide the work between us is all the same both to you and me, only one or other one can’t make separate excuses. To us we’ll be just one people.’ They (what they…?) thought this over and said...

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For the time beingAdam happened to have pondered for a while: In the 20th century's human history, in terms of serious and reliable dignity, to have included every one of us- especially nicely built, strong viz. durable families and their close circles-and even distant acquaintances. For example, even feelings beyond platonic love or heterosexual feelings-in fact, these are currently controversial-apart from contempt-most especially in higher income induced circles-were even appreciated. And chanted:

DEAD END

Let's take a starting point from the example case; marriage, a marriage that doesn't last forever hug: but does be choked...
Do not seek boots therein great love; If they are clogs, they are ready to slip in the early winter.
The plague had added its twin brother to our joy of life: the one who does not know thinks it is death.
So, the meaning of our work is sometimes not in the smart mouths, sometimes in the vagrants. That one on the street don’t say the whore!
EPISODE BASED ON ACTUALITY March 2022

Turkey Soviet ruled by two big Islamic Secret Terrorists-Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN and his student namely new caliph R.T. ERDOGAN and their common special security forces are all busy in the bloody way of getting a journalist AHMET DONMEZ beheaded* to do that attack against that defenceless journalist is not necessarily confined to the head nor body of his because AHMET SONMEZ is the only man knowing the well camouflaged cooperation of GULEN AND ERDOGAN to organize Islamic Terror in Africa over Turkish Collages. Secondly, we should know that highly likely the wounded victim is open to the probability of being beheaded still for those fake rivals but genuine culprits GULEN and ERDOGAN have been reigning in all those situations in which some unseen forces could contribute towards beheading a defenceless journalist in any corner-like Sweden-of The Europe.
Journalist AHMET DÖNMEZ from Sweden threatened with beheading ..https//kronos35.news
*soyluya-yakin-mafyanin-kafani…
10 hours ago — After the attack that took place in front of her 6-year-old daughter,
PROOF!!!!!!PROOF!!!!!!PROOF!!!!!
IF YOU TICK AWAY THE NEWS LINK TO SEEE THE PROOF IN THE PAGES OF NO HOLDS BARRED / THE USA:

YOU SHALL SEE THE CENSORSHIP CLUE Of F. GULEN AND T. ERDOGAN'S SHARED DICTATORSHIP AS BELOW:


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Israel, Judaism, and the Third Great European War

The first was the Napoleonic army, the second was the attack of Hitler's forces-by land, air, and sea-into Russia. Now, under the command of Zelensky, the armed forces of the USA, German, French, eight or ten small countries are again at war with the Russian Federation. Apart from Napoleon's Moscow campaign, it is open to debate who started the major European wars... Another open issue is who won and how. The Russians, who were devastated, won all the battles with a clear course of war. This time, if not only the winners will crawl on the ground, but also those who cannot win lest will be miserable, the European Union must hold tight and peace that must be made as soon as possible. If the prose doesn't bring clarity to the subject, let's make this anti-truth narrative poetic:

MOSCOW CAMPAIGNS VIE FIRST “GREAT ISRAELI” ATTACK*

ABBA VITE’S MAGNUM OPUS
The Jew, Antisemitism, Auto Antisemitism
Apart from the Asiatic Hebrews the matter of physiognomy of the Jews today is-really much-more important than the problems of the Euro-American Jewish Communities, rich Russian Jews, of MOSHE KANTOR-the head of the Jewish European Jewish Union, of the Jewish political leader who is the head of state of Ukraine and this person's relations with the Jews in America, and the policy that Israel maintains with both Russian Jews, Ukrainian Jews and the Russian state. This is it because, as Albert Camus, who is considered to be one of the greatest figures not only of Jews but also of humanity, more precisely, the most gentleman thinker-amongst the world’s great thinkers- who discovered the natural law stating ‘all the people are responsible for their faces.’ Therefore, since the Jews of Athens, whose roots we can trace back to 400 BC, could have been involved in a tremendous court process such as the St. Paul's case under the conditions of those antic days, they most likely belonged to the Greek race, and they believed and made some people to believe in Judaism in Europe before Christ, either through marriage or with their unaware statements, all over the eastern and western Europe. So-highly likely-they have created "The physiognomy of the European Jew” to have appeared at this point or rather in a subatomic particle, which would even sound ridiculously broad. In other words, a Jew with German roots and his non-Jewish country-man would find each other as alien not only because of the intermarriage of Jews having constructed non-cognate body shapes, but also because of their face creation, say creating their Jewish profile by them themselves so that with their different styles of constructing their own faces, they have acquired a different profile generally, of course, to be drawn without losing sight of the extraordinary physical differences determined by the marriage between them, which will have to be added to all these-let’s call as-points!
As for the Antisemitism-punctually- “Sartre begins by defining antisemitism as characterized by certain opinions: attributing "all or part of his own misfortunes and those of his country to the presence of Jewish elements in the community, ... proposes to remedy this state of affairs by depriving the Jews of certain of their rights, by keeping them out of certain economic and social activities, by expelling them from the country, by exterminating all of them .... He then describes the concept that these antisemitic opinions are produced by external causes, such as the experience of objective situations involving Jews. Sartre states that these non-contradictory conceptions are "dangerous and false" and refuses to "characterize as opinion a doctrine that is aimed directly at particular persons and that seeks to suppress their rights or to exterminate them. Sartre argues that antisemitism is not an "idea" in the commonly understood sense of the word: i

Tome2
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Free Libretto
JUST BEFORE THE PROBABLE NUCLEAR WAR
Hearken The Tirade of Little Simon’s Father just now! OKAY?

The Best viz. the Worst vice versa The Worst viz. the Best, is the name of this novel. And in Doctor Abba's novel, which Solzhenitsof brought to the world language-English, the title of the book is based on the identity of the worst and the best. Because this war is different both from those of Hitler and Napoleon Wars against Moscow. This war is a war waged by a non-empire state, even too much far from Israel, which has obviously nothing to do with Israel in the geography, and therewith having been a state of wealth or wealth beyond the concepts of state or empire, against Russia. The traditionally weird case of attacking Russian territory in history, which brought bad luck to Hitler and Napoleon, is out of the question here, and yet from the other side the Russians were killed before the war began. In this respect, the issue is identical to the situation that Jules Verne describes in his magnificent work Michel Strogoff. In that work, say the enemies of the great Russia in the struggle that were destroyed by a handful of soldiers commanded by a Circassian marshal lest the Anti-Russian military power could perhaps kill the Tsar at the New Year's Ball. Now the same Circassians are the striking force. Such a breaking point takes Solzhdnitsof to the past, which he concocted from the chapter of remembering his Circassian friends and high school loves in the city, which was told in the masterpiece titled Erzurum Journey by the great poet and the great pen of the world literature- Pushkin!

Here you are the AFFAIRE DE COEUR of Prof MES Solzhenitsof would have seen the difference between him and the people from Balkan region who had founded the Turkey Soviet, and the residue of the history Muslim Turco herds that have capsized the semi civilized state and turned it into a new Islamist, namely an Afghani-Narcho but nobody amongst the Circassian friends of his did not respond to the SOLZH’s main questions although, as could easily be seen, in all innocent, stout Circassians that were well-educated by an European tribe viz Russians did not let it pass him by, like a well-trained viceroy hearing his citizen say something that is only apparently addressed to him.

He merely looked around as his psycho-social even the biggest cultural problem required, greeting acquaintances among the readers through the serial pages thereof the pages of the novel in the form of “TO BE CONTINUED” with the vibrations of his pen, and exchanged no words with the assaulters using the path of “reply or quote or even do both”, all easily and as a matter of course, without actually mixing with them. Young SOLZH, warned off the subject of his lyceum days love platonically focused on a primitive Soviet type general but undeterred, turned back to his diaries in his private library and opened the colour faded content. The lines ran as follows

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Then our tirade champion went with his waving shadow went into thereof DE PROFUNDIS. All objects around Simon’s dad had been able to give him only a little operational area at the love affairs platform, which was a small place, and even that had been difficult, for three-Little Simon, Mom and Dad-who had been sleeping there before had to be accommodated elsewhere to have been fitting to speak of the great pen’s first love namely the first youth days of Doctor Abba answered to the name Solzhenitsof as well. In fact, all that had been done was to clear the memoir ingredients out of the love field which otherwise appeared unchanged, with no romantic tissue on the only way to near the love bed and just a couple of false brothers i.e., platonic sense and sexualism, left in the state it had been in after the tirade, with a few pictures of darling pouting smiles and photographs of shadows on the walls limiting the lyceum promenade corridor. Although it hadn’t even been aired; obviously the lover hoped that the new sweetheart should almost come to the scene for the other would not stay long, and they-all the ingredients as mentioned before were doing nothing to keep the status quo. But little Simon’s father didn’t mind; he wrapped himself in the blanket of analogy to find the similarities between his first love and that of Doctor SOLZH and began rereading the mental symbols by the light of logics that was not all of a piece; there were passages based occasionally on insanity where he was addressed as a free agent of tirade whose love autonomist was recognized, for instance in the opening greeting introduced by the reader profile of the doctor and the part about his requirements over sense anatomizing. But then again, there were passages after to have opened first henceforth to where he was openly or by implication addressed as a common labourer in charge of first love, hardly worthy even to be noticed by the chief executive of sense observer, who obviously felt he must make an effort to keep all subconsciousness induced details in mind, while his superego, to whom he was actually chargeable’, was only the volunteer in this case, and perhaps his sole colleague would be his little son Simon while all details linked to contradictions were certainly so blatant that his observation methodology must be intentionally analysed. Considering that the case came from such an source-what source for the creator’s sake, Simon’s dad scarcely even entertained the crazy idea-dangerous therefor the family of the second platonic darling need must be seen to be strongly bourgeois that any indecision might have entered into peril-rather, he saw himself introducing a choice of love observation to this sensational matter: so it was left to him to make what he liked of the arrangements in his thoughts freely, and decide whether he wanted to be a genius observer who could be seemed, but only seemed, to have the distinction of a link to observation!

A people apparently the yeoman of their parish-one whose conditions of work were really determined entirely by the messages based on ABBA VITE’s songs that The War had brought forward-began to sing that would be parallel to the flow of The Novel.

OBSERVING THE FIRST LOVE

In fact, all that had been done was to clear the memoir ingredients
Out of the love field which otherwise appeared unchanged, with no romance
Thereof the sensational tissue on the only way to near the love bed
And just a couple of false brothers i.e., platonic sense and sexualism, hereon left

In the state it had been in after the tirade, with a few pictures of darling
Pouting smiles and photographs of shadows on the walls limiting
The lyceum promenade corridor although it hadn’t even been aired;
Obviously, the lover hoped that the new lady should be sheer sweetheart.

Simon-Little boy did not hesitate to choose the way of accompanying the yeoman, nor would he have done so even without his experiences so far. Only as one of the little Jewish boys of the district village full of workers as far as possible from the children in it could he get anywhere with the phenomena itself. These ingredients of the population, who were still so suspicious of Simon, would start talking to him once he was, if not their friend, at least one of them, indistinguishable from, say, the novelist Abba and the author SOLZH that must be brought to mind very soon, everything depended on it and then, little Simon was sure, all paths would be open to him, paths that would have been closed to him for ever, and not only closed but invisible, if it had depended solely on the good graces of the working people of the parish. Of course, there would be no danger from the point of remembering the vocation of SOLH’s darling whose name having carried more significance than to have been the second to the first one, and this position should sufficiently be emphasized within Abba’s narration to be penned by SOLZH, even to be wrapped with a certain pleasure as if it were inevitable. It was this that her father was the status of a director in some ranches induced healthy surveillance. ‘Service’, ‘director’, ‘healthy feeding and health care generally’, ‘conditions of remuneration’, ‘being in charge of’, ‘director apart from white collar rank ’: the conditions before the young SOLZH was full of such terms dictating the lad fallen in love working hard in the secondary school, and after that in university, and even when something else and more personal was said, it was dictated from the same point of view shared by the circles of Circassian friends.

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If Simon-The Little Boy wanted to enhance the sound volume the tirades and other literature induced items here and there then he could, but if so, it must be in deadly earnest, without so much as glancing elsewhere to have found the loud speakers he would need must indoors, either say premises or outdoors or say gardens of Humboldt’s house. He knew from the very beginning that no real compulsion might have threatened him so that he wasn’t afraid of anything, least of all around, but he did fear the force of his discouraging surroundings that should have fallen in sleep, he feared getting used to disappointment succussing the tumult-noise any the less-he feared the imperceptible influence of every passing moment blemished by hoar-altogether he must contend with that danger-and an anomaly based on the abiding place-even having given a sexual space very useful and unexpected love although in vain. Elapsing time has ruined his patient and Simon-the little boy did carry on with uttering verses, after all, gloss over the fact that if there were any disagreements it would be the fault of his delaying over recklessness!
NON-POLITICAL MARCH OF UKRANIAN CHILDREN
The verses are living in nowadays away from politics, in this happy period of the world, hot, not icy
European countries – including Russian Federation very, very similar to The Trump’s USA have been transitioning to full democracy,
Believe in the facts in equal numbers of pro-war and anti-war Jews tasting the fire inflicting the heart of Europe feeling peach;
Hey look, a woman cursed the head of state in Constantinople; Had the first republic lived, he would have been hanged, now his laughter is echoing upon the sand on the beach!

The Choir of Simon’s Parents

Considering not to vote for the government in the election; delusional, anti-pilgrim procurer
Is it easy on you, the one chasing the hemlock when the shelves are full of food, huh, you adventurer?

It was sung with delicacy, and only an uneasy conscience-uneasy, and yet not guilty-would have noticed it in those three words ‘as Anti Pilgrim’, referring to all enemies of The Peace entering the employment of all the peaceful places in the Europe. Little Simon has felt as if had applied for the post of peace makers, and now he knew that, as the poetry put it, he had been accepted into the world’s service.

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As an aside he was able to feel the tissue of the life as some adults could do instead of he was a small child, and yet he didn't have to wonder about the source of the safe happy picture and hopes that dominated his childhood. Of course, many teenagers with faith, hope, love and determination to help shared the same mood as Simon. But of course, it was impossible for them to have knowledge about the source of joy, hope and success without doing any research, in other words, adding to it this group had to live the aforementioned merits for a small child. To what extent could Caligula, Saddam, Mursi-the dead boss of the Muslim brothers, or active and responsible actors, a combat comedian like Zelensky or the like, be considered close to the greatest teacher of love? It is neither the place nor the time of not increasing it. In fact, that place and time may never be found. If we go back to the main heroes of our subject, it cannot be said that no clues were given about them from the beginning. After all, of Ukraine, which has built its life on joy, hope and industriousness, of Zelensky's great Israel, whose seriousness can be questioned, of Great Russia, and naturally of The USA, say America, which would be the owner of our dreams, small children, some successful adults could pull off the same merriments by means of the energy from the middle of the consciousness can be referred to from the subconscious.
Simon backing to home took a picture off the wall and hung up the printed march of Abba-The writer on the nail instead. He would be living in this room, so this was where his favourite melodies’ printed libretto should hang. Then he went down back door of the garden-whereas their house has got no back door opening to the house say nothing of the fact that off their home back wall no Lexus.
Simon’s dad and mom were sitting at a little table in the study. ‘Oh, there you are,’ said the little boy for no special reason, just because he was glad to see them, who got to their feet at once. No sooner had Simon entered the room than they rose to come closer to him; even if it hadn’t become a habit of theirs to follow him around. ‘What is it you keep wanting from me?’ laughed Simon. They did not take offence, but turned slowly back to their places, only dad said, by way of explanation as he turned away, but with an inscrutable smile copied by some of the other in the study: ‘We’re always hearing something new,’ and he licked his lips as if the ‘new’ was something delicious to eat. Simon said not a word to smooth things over; it would be good for them to feel a little respect for their little son ready to turn into a Good Samaritan, but no sooner was he sitting beside his mom than he felt the dad breathing down the back of his neck; the man said he had come to fetch the cumin-cellar while he was obviously eating a big meat ball-near

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Half The West and East Europeans were-according to average Judeo Christian intellectual friends and relations of either the readers or the writer of the study-The Worst viz. The Best or vice versa. It was born in the midst of postings by those who had been and are the powerful ones of this world of free thought. One-third of the men within the circles of free thinking, the older people, should had been friends of our fathers’, and had known them suffering from Islamic terrorists; another third having been their intimate chums, and the remainder were to be-any the less-friendly acquaintances.
Abba The Author’s specific notes from AN UNEASY WORLD…I had learned easily at romantic poetry school led by Pushkin, thanks to his excellent abilities, but to the contrary of harsh and free pioneering of mine he had been very, very anti idleness a hero and thoroughly purified of preaching, and therefore was one of the highest literature leaders in my brain. But in spite of modern men of pen habitually dissipated mode of life through inflicting pages of actuality, my superior grade in the service over humanly sensibility while writing, and my comparative modernity, I occupied the honourable and lucrative position of analysing the school shootings beyond government boards at Washington. Now let’s share some aching points linked to the May 2022 Massacre killing tendril kids…

Readers Write: Texas shooting, Anti-Semitism in the state GOP, North High principal!

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AFTER TURKISH AYATOLLAH F. GULEN REFUGED PENNSYLVANIA HIS WELL-ORGANIZED YOUTH COMMUNITIES HELPED SCHOOL SHOOTINGS’ PHILOSOPHY SPONSORED BY TURKISH CALIPH ERDOGAN!

This lines you would have received the novel -the newest one in the form of “next part coming tomorrow” form would hold one of the most important observations in the pages to thereof the output based on a humanitarian should have belonged to. But if some of the readers had not heard the little cries, then through a hundred other personages-brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, and aunts - would have received this post, or some other similar one, together with the sensation absolutely needful for them, as their daily affairs, in spite of their considerably big errand, were in an embarrassed condition.
Consequently, the distributors of earthly blessings in the shape of romance as a whole, meetings and conferences, thought sharing, and such, were all their worldly life components, and could not overlook one of their own settings; and DOCTEUR Abba du SOLZHENITSOF M.-The Writer had no need to make any special exertion to get a lucrative post. He had even not to refuse negative things in vain, not to show jealousy, not to be quarrelsome or take offense, for the sake of gaining a starting point in all of which from his characteristic good nature he never did

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A HALF ACT PLAY WITHIN THE NOVEL

When the curtain opens, we see a courtyard resembling a tunnel. The door that opens to the living room on one side of the courtyard, the entrance to the large kitchen at the end of the courtyard, and the ball-like end of the handrail mounted on the stairs leading up to upstairs. In the left side of the courtyard and the wooden-horse mane-like-climbing braid are visible. In addition to its magnificent view, which is domed at the courtyard entrance door resembling a tunnel and engraved with large horseshoe nails on the door, it brings daylight into the building from its half-open entrance. She emerges from the hallway door, flooding the study with the semi-bright light from her tan-sash windows, which open generously to the garden, perfectly matched to their indigo hinges.
Ebenezer, the village chief from the south of England, who narrates the dialogues, is interviewing a Russian intellectual on Ukraine in his study, which has a door on the right of the corridor and looks half-shaded from the window open to the garden.
Mr. Ebenezer asks in English, and Mr. Alexievich answers in French.
E- “Is there a war between Russian and Ukrainian forces or is it a response to an attack from one side?”
A “L’accès au guerre sondage avec dialogue vous permet d’accéder à tous les contenus et archives du Monde en guerre depuis notre mot et nos applications spéculations. ”
E- “Your answer could not make sense due to the lack of my question. The point to be added to my question is: If there is a unilateral attack, which side is it?
A-“ En faire impulse sur le mot guerre : Refuser et s’abonner au Monde sur objet cruel ! ”
In fact, although the nature of the subject is suitable for giving many answers, it does not allow people to ask the question fully. In this case, can you answer some non-existent questions?
A- “Non…”
Each one of the sides in the war induced parts took a thought picture off the wall between the sides and hung up the inutile responds on the brain cells in charge of pondering and parleying instead. Eventually they would not be living in this room, so this was where the reflections coming from the witty cells should hang. Then they went out to the saloon bar of the adjacent inn whereas there could be no inn around. In spied of the rationality they were to be sitting at a little table. ‘Oh, there you are,’ said Ebenezer for no special reason, just because he was glad to see Alexievich still was before him. No sooner had Alex and Ebenezer entered the saloon than the anti-war intellectual lads rose to come closer to them; it had become a habit of theirs to follow war disputing people around. ‘What is it you keep wanting from me?’ cried Ebenezer, and yet they would not take offence, but turned

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Simon's father had mobilized all his resources to keep abreast of what was going on. He even went beyond the world of dreams in this regard, and even thought of acquiring remote tracking, monitoring and recording devices used by world giants such as the USA and Russia. His desire to learn was almost endless. So getting the help of a friend seemed inevitable. Adelaide’s school friend, Simon's sister, called Humboldt, who was having an unexpected love affair with her daughter’s confidant as it had to be put in the words of the girls, and summoned him for help.
Because he was a Hebrew: Jewish and Arab and ancient Greek. In the continuation of Hellenic civilization, how was the Roman Empire that spoke Latin born, how did ancient Greece come to life with the Renaissance, and how did the space age begin so quickly, right? Is this a question? No! Is it the answer? An explanation rather than an answer. Wasn't it necessary to take the pulse of the individual problem in the current sense first? Indeed, he was well-informed, but whether he retained his agility due to his age could be debated. When he thought about it, he said that he was emulating the joyful musicians of an enthusiastic Iranian Neighborhood orchestra, and that the "Spirit of Time" in an individual sense was his most intense desire, to be able to do as much as he "knows" and enjoy it... He was living the secure life -imaginary or real, it doesn't matter-to the fullest, as blessed by the Lord, who was as protective and saving as he was. The current deep desire of the father-Simon might not have known-of course-was nourished by the fact that the youthful enthusiasms, which were thought to have ended in the past lifetimes-again under the protection of the Lord-, appeared before them in an age that could be considered advanced in the creation of an unexpected Persian dance music.
Humboldt came and said not a word to smooth things over-according to him they all might be smooth things in such an agenda of Simon’s dad-The old, great Hebrew; and yet it would be good for them to feel a little respect for that of his actually, so no sooner was he sitting beside Simon’s father than he felt one of the orchestra or rather assembly members breathing down the back of his ear; the man said he had come to fetch a musical spirit, but Humboldt stamped his foot angrily and the Iranian fiddler went away without it. It was really easy to irritate both of them; you would only have to set the Persian musicians against them, for instance, for the persistent attention of some of them bothered them more than the reserve of others. But the attitude of the former showed reserve too, for if Simon’s Dad had sat down at their table, they would certainly have left it. Only the presence of Humboldt kept him from making a scene, and yet still he turned to them menacingly, and they had also turned to

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Persons and Time, eh? One- the time- stood still, looked at another-a person-, and person failed to hear the sound of time but felt it inwardly something that the massive heavenly bodies used to attract both having been near to or far from the calendar from the kitchen hatch. Feeling the calendar? Outwardly and harshly, and yet on the other side deeply, calmer… As for The War Time its friction shortens the life spans that might seem happy! Russia was now engaged in a war of attrition. The leader of Eastern Europe seemed to have decided to tire Western Europe… Then let's wrap the notebook of the Ukraine War, so let's finish it. Look, look, there is an evening across the big windows of the house: a street evening, an evening of gentle lights, a restaurant evening, an evening of partying, a personal time period from which one goes on a journey or returns from it. It had been a long time since we had forgotten such personality induced pieces of time. This forgetting of course existed long, long, long before the Ukrainian War, and after a while it slowly settled into its place down right. In fact, one cannot help but be sad because in the past, all of our time pieces had personalities. For example, there was morning, noon, afternoon, evening, early night, midnight and later in the night. All these were the unique concepts that presented the events that were to be perceived, approaching appropriately to them in their individual or social forms and presented them in their own style. For example, if a well-known detective of a serial had passed by the governor's office on such an evening, when he arrived in front of the barbershop with blue corners, many shadows-all of them to have been his own shadow, of course-would follow him. If we were invited by my mother to my grandfather's house for dinner, we would experience many things from where we left off, but in the package of a personal time. When the news on the internet or beyond took a break, the series "Back Tomorrow" would continue to reflect the success of that detective, whose overcoat and hat matching to his feature perfectly, and that evening with personality would still not end as an aside, it would continue with all its inclusiveness!
The new married couple-Humboldt and Adela in correct names-turned to each other too; he would have liked to get the both the time and persons out of the way, but could find no pretext for ridding themselves of them, and in any case, they were staring in silence at their beverage. ‘I’ve got the news from the front,’ said somebody ‘Do you know what it says?’ ‘No,’ replied another. Her or his glance seemed to convey more than his words. Perhaps the Europeans was mistaken in detecting goodwill in any war near to the centre of The EU as well as malice in the all kind of terrorists led by Islamic ordinary killers, but the EU’s presence still made

When he would give start the “Linux” of his narration the dad should hearken a vital importance:

RED ALARM!!!!RED ALARM!!! RED ALARM!!!!RED ALARM!!i

What is the opposite of hiding truth? To reveal! Hiding the truth, Simon-The Little Boy’s concocted the main story of the news-paper from Jerusalem or rather The Children of Israel’s capital city and to the earthly paradise like Moscow, Washington, Madrid, Warsaw and the like. Soon, after to have started such an actual affair was made to be appeared in the pages of the ABBA’s Novel, he left floor and settled in his bed. But his undying love for revelations remained aflame.
He would rather quote the episode blow exactly as it is written. It shows how far the imagination of the enemies of civilization can go. In a single scoop, three ideas are rubbished in:
That Simon’s father was passionately in love with his opposition to hiding truth but his love was not be unrequited due to the objection of anybody,
That after getting caught sharing romantic narration with the author, he concocted the story below to get out of embarrassment,
Because of that literature relationship, he should change his horizons so that everybody could see that even the actuality induced new novel of the Doctor Abba read by free thinkers, designed to enlighten bot the good and the bad, would not have stooped low any the least. For that reason, none of future allegations should have been needed to be defended, for they would be all rubbish.

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‘All the narrations over the main subject mentions the elderly darling of Eve WHO SHOULD BE ACCEPTED AS AN INNOCENT HONEY SURVIVING UNDER THE THREAT OF ISLAMIC TERROR. It says not to carry messages between the elderly boyfriend and her so that’s why one should have thought she would know what was in it.’ Remarked a far voice. ‘My orders’, mumbled a fading statement to have been fading, ‘were simply to carry the clearly purposed mean, wait until it had been understood, and if you think it necessary take back an answer either oral or written.’ ‘Good’, said another lady but Eve. ‘There’s no need to understand and yet perceived; just tell all what are our real names, by the way? I couldn’t perceive anything.’
Then Humboldt began to retell the story all over again: I saw three equalities in the middle of that evening! The main door of the mansion, to which the crowd is headed, guests including us - I wonder if we were included? No, nothing in need of any clue punctually, and yet I want to ask this because to have been being invited is another thing, having our name fixed on the guest list is another matter-yes, the cobbled square where the entrance opens... There was also harmony; all the elements that complement the magnificent in every respect: for example, separating the magnificent world behind the main door from the atmosphere of the special calendar reign outside on the stone-paved square - as if perceiving the expensive tulle pulled in front of it was enough to prove its authenticity - and in everything that causes accumulation there.
‘We,’ said all. ‘Then thank “Freethought on my behalf for my acceptance and its particular kindness, which I know how to value as I ought, not having proved my merits of painting by means of words here yet. I will act entirely in accordance with your plans, and I have no particular requirements that evening.’
Eve, who had been listening attentively, asked if she could run through the main message out loud. Humboldt said yes, Eve recited everything word for word. Then she rose to leave. All this while the group had been scrutinizing her face, and now she did so for the last time. Although Humboldt was about the same height as the average member of the group, his darling seemed to be looking down at everybody from above, but almost humbly, although it was impossible to imagine her causing awkwardness to anyone. To be sure, she was only a sweet heart and did not know the contents of the message based on the mission adopted by both the East and West Europe, say civilization she had delivered, but her eyes, her smile, her gestures seemed to be a message in themselves, even if she didn’t know it.

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Suddenly she, wrapped with a lot of lucrative words went quiet. And, after a while an audience-obviously hiding somewhere around-offered his hand, which clearly surprised our master of narration therein, who had intended only to bow. As soon as she had quitted her narrative mood before opening the door-The house angels might know what door it could be so far-she had leaned against it for a moment and looked around the place, with a glance that was not meant for any particular living body as soon as she oozed towards a shadowy corner. As for the other he talked: The apartment we lived in for a period was very interesting with its large comfortable apartments and windows overlooking a beautiful boulevard. But one of the most interesting features was that there was a very luxurious movie theatre underneath, that is, on the ground floor of the apartment building. In a memory tour dating back to my very young ages, I knew that one of my most striking longings was to be able to go to bed and sleep immediately after watching a good movie in any cinema. Building a bridge between the past and the future seemed easy to me in this sense, and I went to this cinema a couple of times in the evening, at the 21st matinee, to watch good movies by chance. Thus, I have fully satisfied one of my cravings. However, in human life, there are also longings that are not complete in all their dimensions, although they are very delicious. As a matter of fact, I dreamed of being a guest of an officer who served in the guard regiment in one of the most civilized cities in Europe and his honourable family, famous for their olive oil dishes - the word family is used as a wife in our country - for the night's sleep. And even having breakfast with them the next morning… In another case, I remember that I really enjoyed this project of happiness. Yes, I tasted that too, but it was a phase of my life that I could only realize half of, that adventure was in a period of my life dedicated to trade. The civilized city I am talking about was not like the city where I lived in my childhood and early youth: socially, the foreigners living there were considered to have come from cowardly settlements due to their quiet attitudes. Imagine the natural result of this: the people of the place where you were born, and even the people of the civilized region, where their brave representatives act calmly and masterfully, seem chicken-hearted to the eyes of the compatriots. As a matter of fact, this was how it was, and in my nascent years, when my eyes weren't open yet, the correlation between heroism and region seemed extremely convincing to me in that age I mentioned.
Then she appeared again with an obligatorily explanation ‘I’m going to fetch my drawings from my room, and then we’ll discuss our first job of work.’ None, of course moved to accompany her otherwise she would

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The narrator-The Hebrew like Prof. MES existing in google with his nickname (Mou.Er.Su). tending to an existence of whom even couldn’t be recognized thoroughly by him himself in a classical way-at this point in his word to have been running away and fetching his old mother and sister-they were natives, but his father was Hebrew Good Samaritan-thereafter this person came back. This time it would not be an individual speech, of the kind that would be spoken in public, never…so the audience would listen to another part of the story from the trio! As a matter of fact, this trio continued to narrate with a voice almost like a chorus: Why should you think we would be so impressed with our memories and remember most of them with tears of happiness? In present time based on the currant speech let’s think:
While there are many reasons for this, the strongest reason is the most unique. When you think of memory, the past tense comes to mind, right, okay? When the days when we don't have a home become a thing of the past, it becomes too much for the time elapse to be taken away from us. We would like a house that belongs to us to make a game of color and light with a towel hanging on the bathroom door. How sweet a perception would be the light, color, shadow and reflections about that thing at the moment of request, without exaggeration, of course, what do you think, huh? In the same way, for example, or especially meteorology news, even half an hour after the agency presentation, they would blend into the past and reflect both itself and the weather conditions outside of the illegal house, which we define as if it was a house that would necessarily belong to us, say as if it belonged to us. At this point in the word, the person who added his mother and sister to the talk set would offer a purely individual opinion. That is, the consideration that he presents as an open philosophy lesson without adding artistic elements to his speech can always continue to carry a clear opposition to the existential school of thought, in a way that brings his idea to the mass. The speaker, in short, cared a lot about the 7th age in our lives and emphasized that we should not have any life goals other than satisfying the longings of this age. Individual Of course, when he reached the aspirations of the age of seven, the time would have passed and there would be no individuals in the middle. But already at the age of seven, the ignorance of whether we were lost or not could logically put forward as an opinion base. Mana weighed heavily as the trio weighed in on the retelling. So much so that there is only one reason to live that can be derived from that meaning, but with a single question, where could the Existential School be built without a foundation, in which corner of the school garden? That corner was the age of 7; Complete your cycle here then

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The tale of her or of his actually their interrupted by a journalist passing by the Simon-The Little Hebrew Boy’s house, say its near surrounding began to tell something for the sake of rejoicing Abraham’s sons who have had been tasting a hugely bitter grief upon the lowest level within The New Ottoman’s Caliphate exposed to both voters and nominees-dealing with political affairs-in the world.
The journalist read from his newly penned news and commentaries:

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June 22, 2022 18:17
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Recep Tayyip Erdogan is The Turkey’s Caliph or rather The Student of Turkish Ayatollah-Gulen! That swindler, say R.T. Erdogan, claims that the King of Saudi Arabia came to Turkey to seek his help. Yes, you see: this man is a charlatan. But it has no more significance and power than a poor laughing stock. In this respect, his re-election as the head of state would be beneficial for all of Europe-from east to west- and the USA! And yet we-well civilized people of the world should control the ridiculous Islamic terrorists like R.T. Erdogan.

Selman'ın Türkiye ziyaretinin bölgede kurulan Türkiye karşıtı bloğun çöktüğünün bir kanıtı olduğunu ifade eden Sarı, "Muhammed bin Selman, aslında İran'a karşı Türkiye'nin dengeleyici rolünü de arıyor. Bin Selman'ın ziyaretiyle Türkiye'nin Doğu Akdeniz ve Ege'de gücü pekişmiş oldu" ifadelerini kullandı.
24 TV-R.T. ERDOGAN’s TV-Live
Updated: Wednesday, June 22, 2022 18:17
Experts participating in 24 TV made important evaluations regarding the Saudi Arabian Crown Prince Salman's visit to Turkey.
The Caliph Erdogan’s puppet spokesman said, "Mohammed bin Selman is actually looking for Turkey's help to have got his strength having been strengthened"
OH! HA, HA, HA! VERY FUNNY!
They all wanted to go with the journalist, and yet the group as a whole had to repeat their common reflex in the way of staying still more sternly. Little Simons was no longer out in the front hall, but he had only just left, inasmuch as for the rest that event see extraneously instead, he him himself would be outside the house, where early dews was falling. ‘Extraneous existence?’ one of them called. No answer naturally. Eventually existing should come to the meaning of to have been extraneous. Could the person, defined in correct statement still be inside one of the houses around? There seemed to be no other possibility. All the same, one after another shouted his name at the top of his voice, and it echoed through the night and at last, a faint answer came back from the distance. He was so far away already, huh? Everybody. called him back, at the same time going towards him. They met where they were out of sight of the parish. ‘You’ cried Little Simon’s dad, unable to keep a quiver out of his voice, ‘there’s something else I want

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Deciphered by means the words the group members they should be who would know how long we all from the author to the people that were behaving, asking, replying and requestioning, answering again, independently, say out of the control of the story teller, and might have had to wait for their turn to show their next appearance. Since as Eve talked turning her face to Humboldt ‘You can ask me as the chief executive in making love for your lust whiff so I could always to come at times of your choice,’, and added ‘Even if that wouldn’t do either,’ making excess explanation ‘Perhaps I might go for as long as a year without wanting to send an inuendo implying sex for there’d be something urgent only quarter of an hour after you or I’d left.’ After it has been understood that the last part of that speech was of Humboldt’s not Eve’s! Eve carry on with the talk, ‘Well, in that case,’ breathed very speedily, ‘shall I call myself bad names as the chief executive in our sexual intercourse that there should be some other kind of link between you and me, not involving only that of mine?’ ‘No, no,’ said Humboldt ‘definitely not, I just mention the matter in passing. This time, fortunately, I was able to reach you.’ ‘Shall we go back to the inn so that you can give me your new impulses needed in the love bed therein my home?’ and breathed speedily too… maybe because of the newest wave of corona pandemic in The Europe. He had already taken another step towards the sweetheart. ‘That’s not necessary, darling,’ said Eve. ‘I’ll prefer to walk part of the way with you.’ ‘Why don’t you want to go nowhere but my house?’ asked Humboldt. ‘The lack of people there might bother me,’ said Eve implying over her chattering to create a family life full of tweeting children…their own children. ‘You saw for yourself how importunate those children around.’ ‘Alright we can go to your room without any intention regarding marriage,’ said Eve ‘It’s the room of mine,’ said Humboldt., ‘dirty and dismal; I wanted to walk a little way with you so as not to have to stay there. Let’s link arms,’ added he to overcome his hesitation, ‘and then we’ll walk more securely.’ And Eve took his arm. It was quite dark, Humboldt could not see her face, her figure was indistinct, and she had already tried to touch his arm a little while before. They did it as they wished, and they moved away from the group. Hard as he tried, Humboldt. found it difficult to keep up with Eve, one was impeding the other’s freedom of movement, and in ordinary circumstances this little detail would surely lead to failure, especially in the side-streets like the one where Humboldt had found himself kissing that extraordinarily young girl, and where he was only able to get along now with the support of her. But he fended off such anxieties, and it cheered himself that the girl said nothing; if they went a

EPITOME IN THE FORM OF THE FIRST ANNEX AGAIN WITH THE PERMISSION OF THE READERS

( Or A Forced Annex Of The Free Libretto-yes, free libretto in collage work of literature-because of the fact that the author’s mother unspoken tongue-maybe the oldest Semitic language-having ruined his style, had been essentially prevailing from the very beginning of The Author’s “Man of Pen’ Life” thoroughly and obligatorily throughout…The difficulty all works in need of being assigned as literature making had been dealing after to have been backed by the light coming from a world wherein no proper tongue could be looked but the darkness of grammar so simply walking in turmoil called as telling story should have meant that one could not command one’s writing but thoughts. Instead of remaining fixed on one’s goal, they need must become confused.)
And the novel-The Worst viz. The Best-okay, the book of war, peace, pandemic, inflation etcetera should have been continuing:

Images of their future home kept coming back both to elderly Humboldt-Hombre, Adam call as you wish-and tendril Eve, and the non-lived memories of it filled their mind. There was a mystic school in the main square there too, partly surrounded by the new warfront betwixt the Russian and Ukrainian forces that could not be described by the famous pens of the modern times (whose ultra-natural imagination had been created by their publishers already even pre-emptively), which in turn was surrounded by a high wall to hidden the face of those publishers’ ghosts, say of worn-out crooks who had been the genuine authors to have put the pen people in the shopwindows. To make assignment for the exceptional personality let’s say a few unknown authors could had ever climbed that wall, and Humboldt-whereas he was not a unknown writer-had so far-lacking of any publisher’s aid-managed to have something worth to be telled failed or rather to do so in all his ages for he had been neither an important nor unimportant person. It was not curiosity that made them-Elderly Humboldt and tendril Eve would want to climb it; the wall surrounding warfront had no secrets from them, and they had often gone into it through the little wrought-iron based heavy metal gate; it was just that they wanted to conquer all of either the smooth, high or barbed, steep walls. Then one morning when every kind of quiet, empty literature squares were flooded with light; when had Humboldt and Eve ever seen it like that before or since? On the contrary to the-highly likely-negative reply they succeeded surprisingly easily. They climbed the wall at the first attempt, at a place where he had often failed to get any further before, with a small The EU banners clenched between their teeth. Petrified parts of corpses crumbled and rolled away below them as they reached the top. After all, let’s talk Turkey: Would one be able to surmise that they rammed those symbolic items into the wall lest they should be braved of the privilege needed to have been fla

Casts were standing in the doorway of a large park, which was almost weakly illuminated, say twilight for only some reverberating apparatuses enlightened the tiny coke cans over tables to the left at the back of the little meadow. ‘Who’s this with you, Eve?’ asked the girl abovementioned. ‘The horde of victims suffering from inflation if not fame,’ Simon the child, the son of-as one and only child of-the family there of Adelaide was married with Adam whose elderly schoolmate Humboldt made sex with her friend Eve, said. ‘The victims?’ ‘YEP’ repeated the girl in a louder voice, looking at the fading sunlight touching grass. Two old people-Little Jewish boy Simon’s father and the yeoman of the parish sitting there rose to their feet, before a man and a woman, and so did another girl. They greeted Adam and Humboldt-let’s call other Adam-Eve introduced them all to the other people: they were her parents and her sisters Evelyn and Euphemia. Nobody hardly nor swiftly looked at each. They took her wet shawl from her to dry it by the wet banks near, and Eve let them do as they liked so they weren’t home, or rather only parks spirit itself was. But why were they there? Hombre took Eve aside and asked: ‘Why did you come here to this place? Or do you live in the real-world precincts?’ ‘In the real-world precincts?’ repeated Eve, as if she didn’t understand Humboldt-The Hombre. ‘Eve’ said the hombre., ‘you were leaving the park to get up to the cocaine market.’ ‘Oh no, dear,’ said the woman, ‘I was going to come back home, I don’t go up to the cocaine market until morning. I never sleep in the park.’ ‘I see,’ said the hombre ‘You were going to reach drug, only here.’ He felt that his smile was wearier and he himself more insignificant. ‘Why didn’t you tell me so?’ ‘You didn’t ask, dear,’ said Adelaide. ‘You only wanted to give us some messages from the front, but not in the street at the park or in the square there, so I thought you could give us news-not the messages-here, at your leisure, at the bank with some respectful parents-they’ll all go away at once if you say-and if you like it better here with us you could spend the night. Did I do wrong?’ None could reply, never indeed so it had been a misunderstanding, a tepid, extra ordinarily misunderstanding, and the group had swallowed all absurd words like cocaine, marketing, and warfront etcetera…. They all had let themselves be captivated by the silken gleam of each other’s close-fitting thin garments, which they-then- unbuttoned, as if exhibiting a coarse, red, much-mended apparels over powerful broad chests like that of a labourer’s, and yet everything around them was not only in harmony with that sight but went further: the gouty old people who made their way forward, more with the help of their groping hands than the slow, stiff legs; girls with mother with their arms crossed over her breast, so stout that they too could take only the tiniest of steps. So that the little Jewish child Simon’s parent

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Seemingly each one-in the group-stood near the other, expecting some kind of greeting from the people before, but none could get out a word in this way. They had been thinking that everyone here in the community would matter to anybody facing others, and no doubt that was so, but they weren’t interested in those particular people who welcomed the other around. If they had been able to make their way back to primary school on her/his own, so they would have set off at once. Before parting everybody happened to sing a well-known lullaby telling the short but mostly fruitful life of DHU al-QARNAYN* who presented the world children the safe beds to sleep fearlessly:
*Alexandre The Great

Accounting With the Hero
The bite of years crusts over the bone; Do you realize, Alexander the Great?
Aging does not increase gaining respect, although it is respected-the old people, and yet venerable age is work as venerable say elderly;
Although your issue is different, DHU al-QARNAYN, heroism is enough to age well and to have been living vulnerably,
Young inscription, in telling the drawn-out ones: brave heart would be worth of white hair swiftly touched!

Chorus:
Hay was too much for the ox on the red carpet, he bled our five years with his horn that seemed weary
Afraid of the preacher demolished our primary school out of baseless fear and threw the cover on "must carry"!

Even the chance of getting into the school with Humboldt-The Hombre, say Adam and Eve neither in the night nor in the day didn’t satisfy them. They all had wanted to go back to the school then, by night and unnoticed, guided by nobody or somebody, but by Eve as he had appeared to “The Hombre”. until then, a man more congenial to her than anyone else she had yet seen here, and who, so she had also thought, was closely connected with the backing to the past-old good days-, far more so than his visible status might suggest to sing again:

OF SHOOL DAYS’ LEISURE
The Summer Holiday
The traveller took valet aside and asked:
‘Why did I come here to this place?
Shall I live in the real-world precincts?’
‘In the real-world precincts?’ repeated the valet,
As if he didn’t understand the hombre.
‘Dear worker,’ said the hombre., ‘you were…? ‘
‘Oh no, dear,’ said the valet, ‘You were going to come back home’
The traveller felt not himself astonished any the less murmuring “hmm,
I won’t sleep in the park…I see that here is the twin of my house!’
He was going to reach his own room, only there but here.
He felt that his smile wasn’t wearier and he himself not insignificant,
And carried on with the same probe, lo
‘Why didn’t you tell me so?’
‘You didn’t ask, dear sir,’ said the valet;
‘Okay! I only wanted to give me some messages from the street,
Furthermore, from the beach, the park, or the square there, so I thought
You could give me news-not the messages-at your leisure
About the infla

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Yes, it was impossible, a hopelessly ridiculous plan, to try going back to the past in full daylight arm in arm with the son of the Eve’s school friend’s-Adelaide’s- family, a family of which the little boy Simon, was entirely a part, singing with them now in the fresh air of the night, a child who, significantly enough, might not even sleep at home.
Inasmuch as they, Adelaide his elderly husband Adam-the schoolmate of Humboldt or rather the hombre, say the other Adam, Adelaide’s father, mother, and little brother Simon, the Yeoman of the parish they dwelt, several neighbours, poker players from the near card game saloons, the district guards if not policemen, the teachers-primary school teachers in majority and yet those in charge of secondary school and lycée based educational services, the Adelaide’s school friend namely Eve-the other Adam’s sweet heart sat down on myriad window-seats deserted by the people suffering from the Russia-Ukraine War-although ruined by pandemics before the military conflicts scorching The Europe-determined to spend the night there and accepting no further favours from the fled families. The people around the cast who sent him away or seemed to fear armies struck them as less dangerous, for basically they were rejecting only war lords while helping every citizens-generally every Europeans-to concentrate their forces. Such apparent rescuers-acting as helpers as these, however, putting on a little masquerade so as to take the soldiers to the bosom of their nations rather than the European continent as a whole, were distracting the armies whether or not they meant to, working to destroy their powers. Essentially The Europeans ignored a call inviting them to the nationality induced peace table and stayed where they were, their head bent. Then a Mss D-the love of the Abba, the gentler of the all the girls in The Lyceum and the one who showed a touch of girlish awkwardness, came over to Abba-obviously in the dream of the platonic lover- and no matter for the first time or again-invited him to join her to the train restaurant-apparently some of them fleeing the new cold war struct countries of theirs; there was bread and sausage, she said, and she would order the waiter to fetch some tea.

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‘Where from?’ another asked one-asked in a bizarre way-so that another replied the other-but vice versa. ‘Why, the tube, that of Manch namely the gate opening before the “blue eyes straw hairs Yazidi” immigrants in front of’ European free civilisation’ answered another-you know- as everybody would rather say. This was welcome news to The Europe in war for no news would be good news. One asked another to accompany one to the stability-mot a mot-to stay wherein one should stand still, the other said he had left some important work, instead of going to fetch breaking news. And that promise was fulfilled, here you might be well informed over The USA Press:

Turkey Strikes Iraq Resort, Killing at Least 8, Officials Say
https://www.nytimes.com › tu...

nytimes.com/2022/07/20/world/middleeast/turkey-iraq-tourists-killed.html.

However, now it turned out that one didn’t intend to go as far as the fatal reality of Islamic Terror taught by Turkish Ayatollah GULEN the teacher of Turkey’s new caliph ERDOGAN where he was staying in his pirate palace, but to another and much closer one, the ISIS town Idleb. All the same, one-the European intellectual-should have asked the press to let the well civilized world be its safe client; perhaps, he thought, there’ll be a excellent news source for them here and there. Whatever it was like, they’d have preferred it to the best source in this information poverty inflicted old earth. Christian natives inhabiting there were the real target and yet not could be able to inform us at once, but looked at the coffins-left after that damned attack-of their family members. Their brothers and sisters, standing there, could have nodded readily, and have mumbled: ‘Oh yes, if that’s what the Turkish Ayatollah’s and his student new caliph’s Islamic Terror State wants.’ This consent almost need must have brought everybody to withdraw their request regarding to new news; if the aforesaid press agreed to it, the idea should be open to dispute whether the Turco-Islamic Terror was worth of dispute or worthless down right. But when they discussed the question of whether the civilisation induced press would be allowed into the mews source, and everyone present doubted it, even if one or another insisted on going with gaining information, although without taking the trouble to invent some reasonable pretext for the sake of humanist breaking news both the writers and readers would request. Moreover, the old earth must take the free press as it was, and it was a fact that none should have felt no sense of shame in front of the readers.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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All the more, she would rather be quiet about “war and peace” and yet this subject should be inevitable in the general chat therein…No one can think that Asia and Europe are at war in Ukraine, but eastern Europe or its largest state, Russia, was able to call the two giants of Asia, China and India, to the task as easily as Central Asia, which he was the director of, to western Europe, say against its situation... In this case, against Western Europe, Far Western Europe such as the USA, New Zealand, Australia, and Israel, there is Asia again under the leadership of Europe, but this time Eastern Europe. Whichever side wins, the result will be the best-at the same time-worst because if the west is the winner, it is almost impossible to maintain its integrity... If the east would be victorious, its burden should increase. In this chapter of the narrative, we encounter reality that has become a rhyme: whether he writes as a -for example-communist or liberal novel, the author is considered compelled to delve deeply into romanticism by staying true to the foundation of the word novel, encountering the immutable and ruthless realist question, as if to scrutinize the meaning of life, whether best or worst. But no one can say "creation is absurd" just because creation is absurd. If you put such a sentence in your narration, it becomes incomprehensible why you care about that immutable truth-nonsense, and even the sentences, phrases and words you use face the inconvenience of being dragged into nonsense as much as nonsense. "Sorry?" The one who asked this question was the general manager of the retired loss adjusters board, where Adam worked. It is useless to repeat, living is also a civil service chosen by the soul, so instead of describing the job and adding meaning to the work, it is essential that the officer works.
M. Adam was looking pensive, his superior repeated:
- "Sorry?"
- “I don't know what to say...
- "What do you want to say? Can existence handle such a flaw as indecision? Look at your marriage to Mademoiselle Adelaide. It's been a pleasure for you to get married with your acquaintance. A very beautiful lady indeed, may God forgive her. Oh, my master ah, mother nature did not bring such a lady before us so that we could enter the marriage. (The general manager was single and often regretted being single. He kept his usual sentimentality…) I'm not jealous of the openness of your fortune.

TO BE CONTINUED...

From the point of view of the director it was pleasant to talk with workers-either white or blue collar-ones working under his ordeal system bult personally by him himself-, just as it had been pleasant with his aid de camp amongst the supreme rank personnel. He fought against this sense of pleasure, but it was there. Outwardly, the staff resembled the one where he used to give service over sounding hymns under the dome of the church to have placed in the parish, he spent his childhood was staying there, and there were probably no great outward differences in the whole vicinity so that without noticing small existences around he had all staff members around at once, and ordered: Come together and be ready to sing-as all good choir members-the ballads of Doctor Abba’s ballades lacking refrain-form-parts. If the poems were the cells of an inn front steps should had got a handrail, and there might be a handsome lantern over the door, and as they entered something should have been fluttering overheads: a banner in Zelensky’s colours. Through such imaginations they felt as if they were greeted at once in the front hall by the British Archbishop, who was obviously on his rounds keeping an eye on the place. His peevish eyes, enquiring or sleepy, examined the director in passing, and he said: ‘The Lord Almighty’s not allowed anywhere but at the left side of the altar.’ ‘Of course,’ said vice director’s secretary, answering for the director ‘He’s just keeping us in a hymn singing company.’ And they began to chant the non-religious half ballades:
Doctor Abba’s Refrain Lacking Ballades (1)
DEPENDENT READER
From you... to me... let's skip the front part of the story, there is abuse: deep wounds in the art lover...
For example, the deeper the trace engraved on the reader, the more the plaque of immortality boils from bronze to love very much safe,
You read: you are the tool, you are wasted, but you are the main character, you are indispensable, lo there…
You're basically hurt, you don't know you made a glossy paper notebook to write an eternal life!
Doctor Abba’s Refrain Lacking Ballades (2)
WHERE WE WERE?
Flood, landslide, manhole burst, doomsday rehearsal; anyway aloof...
We will not be burned, if that apocalyptic tale is worth sharing as much as a hobgoblin;
What will come to the agenda when the drift slows down: returning to where we left off,
Picnic area, meatballs barbecue, tea brewing moment; in short, wasted labour, say in vain!
Doctor Abba’s Refrain Lacking Ballades (3)
SINGULAR AND PLURAL
Fear of singularity and attachment to a head that is thought to be singular, which creates the organization,
The fear in everyone is read to the same rescue: catch up, is there no savior?
The Saviour does not come to the plural, he is singular; its power is vague as a dream,
Do not touch the shelter, let the guide fly; Is one flight too many to come to the rescue?
Some of the personnel would turn out ungrateful altogether, however, let go of the secretary’

The chorus directing director shouted victoriously: “Wonderful. It is a magnificent pleasure to sing altogether!” It was also pleasant for the Famous American Intelligence Consultant-Henry B. to talk with lady Journalist from pro-communism/Anti-American ideology induced News Paper CUMHURİYET, just as it had been pleasant for her to talk with American national defence consultants over the delicious dishes of Turkish cuisine:

Kavala says prosecution knew he hadn't dined with Barkey at ...
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2 saat önce — ... against him and argued that he had dinner with Henri Barkey, ... dinner with “friend and journalist Aslı Aydıntaşbaş” and only had a ...

The director in the Novel of Doctor ABBA VITE would have fought against this sense of pleasure to share the same feast table with Turkish Soviet Agents like that ASLI, but it was there. Outwardly, some of the big the restaurants in Turkey resembled the one in Leningrad innocent American security consultants used to be where the Turkey Soviet agents waiting while some false information bait would be available in their hands already. There were probably no great outward differences in the whole agent fight arenas in the old earth, but poor Henry noticed only small ones at once: the front steps, handrails, handsome lanterns over the entrance-if there were any-, and as they entered something fluttered over whereunder he was to be greeted at once in the front hall by the patron or the matron, who should be on his rounds keeping an eye on the place. His small eyes, enquiring or sleepy, examined defenceless national safety expert in passing, and would order: ‘The American consultant is allowed anywhere but the remote corner that would be far from misty lady ASLI.’ ‘Of course,’ would repeat the false information toxicity victim consultant, answering for both sides. ‘He’s just keeping me company.’ The ungrateful patron or the matron as mentioned before however, let go of the ridiculous couple and took al the waiters aside, while lady A waited patiently at the remote corner thereof their table was to take place in accordance of the situation regarding to be at the other end of the hall. ‘I’d like to spend the night here,’ said or sad not the consultant. ‘I’m afraid that’s impossible,’ replied or not replied the patron or the matron. ‘You don’t seem to know that this restaurant is exclusively for the use of the gentlemen-especially-from the USA.’ ‘Those may be the rules,’ said or sad not the consultant, ‘but surely you can find me several corners to be betrayed by Turkish Soviet’s spies in somewhere around.’ ‘I’d be very glad to oblige you,’ might have said the patron or matron, ‘but even apart from the strict nature of the rules-and you speak of them very much like a stranger-another reason why it’s highly likely possible is that the gang state here extremely insensitive at the first step, and I am sure it could tolerate the sight of a stranger, or not with

Doctor Abba VITE carries on with narrating:
The crowd in the holy night was consisting of people, night birds, trees branching into the windows of the houses across the narrow street, and unseen-but surely sliding around, and beetles walking under debris of the broken LPs of BEATLES So if I were to let them spend the night in the near parks or on the pavements, and by some chance-and chance is always on the observer’s side-they were discovered, not only would the novel be finished but so would the story of The Hebrew…Abba narrates from the meeting place:
The yeoman asked me: Dear Abba VITE, who are you, my dear, and what are you looking for amongst us? I gave a boisterous answer with a scientific tone, saying that I could be never considered of Asian or African descent but a simple Hebrew like the antic Athens’ Jews. Little Simon's father made a way by means of his elbows insensible power through the crowd and stood before me, using his eyebrows now to strengthen his mimics, wailing that I must reply the most important question, "What are we doing here?" I told him we are completing a masterpiece telling Ukrainian War together, of course, with a, say, happy end, but starting from the worry of what the happy ending might be, let's start with the unhappy ending first: After the war in Ukraine, we will recall Zelensky's not very sane but plausible claim: What did he say? “We are establishing the great Israel” Yes, a great Israel is being in need of being established and the basic formula for this is Israel's understanding that was proved scientifically that The Great Israel cannot survive without Saudi Arabia its urgent hospitality all over Mecca-The heart of Kaaba!
Annex (Peremptorily)
AGENDA AGAIN: THE GREATEST SCANDAL!
I'm glad you came, the "Greatest Conspiracy" took place yesterday in the country that an Ismet Pasha called "Turkey"!
(I'm from Turkey, who experienced this and witnessed it. I will explain it without exaggeration like Heydar Kelle or FETO. Local conspiracy theory narrators exaggerate because they are either rotten from the bottom or from the brain. They are not worth reading. Read what I wrote, but ignore it. Essentially, all conspiracy narratives are always unimportant.)
Let's not prolong it. Yesterday, I had the American Liberals read parts of my editorial in NATO NEWS newspaper to discuss the issue of H. B. and A. A. They were in a rush that everyone should not know about it, "Forget it, let's have a nice chat, sir" and immediately lay down on their feet. What frightened them so much was that H. B was an A. defense adviser and the woman was a “communist” who started journalism in the Republic Gazette. That is, our local, ladylike communist had caged the big superpower’s adviser, it was not wanted to be known! Then? After that, your health. My advice to you is to break away from conspiracies, mispronounce it, say complete and pass.

REMINDER

K. THE KEY PERSON IS ALWAYS K., SINGULAR AND THE PLURAL FORM OF DESTINATION SHOULD B

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In a little while after every getting about one slogan was heard: The Great Israel’s way makers need must get along with Saudi Arabia and Russia. The main subject of the crowd, which required speaking out loud, if not debating, was more precisely about the establishment of The Great Israel with abovementioned backbone. Even though many people were lost in this noisy exchange of words, a few points that became clear were brightly pointed out. There was no such cause, it was becoming clear in the flow of words that it would be impossible to reach such a cause. The New Turkish Caliphate that constructed a kind of toy-and yet dynamite danger-air force apparatus and identified it with establishing the arms industry, had learned the historical lesson from Putin-the new tsar who threatened them that he could shoot their toy airplane factories. People should have decided on such issues without leaving their minds, if they want to have got the non-imitation defense industry, whether they might think of weapons or both, the Weapon Industry would really make the factories as a part of the industrialized country or look ridiculous. When this issue got crowded, they should have finished the work the next day after everyone went home and went to sleep. It made it necessary to refer to the meeting of the valuable gentleman in a house chat of three gentlemen. Because they were going to discuss this issue a little more deeply, say Simon's father, Humboldt and his friend Mr. Karl...
Simon-the little child's father was the general manager of GFPSAB-department dealing with the government's farming policy induced seed amelioration business-then. Dreaming in groups or pretending to be a group of people was not his domain, but perhaps because of his innate qualities, he knew his talent very well inasmuch as words that couldn’t make any sense, either alone or together, would be fragments of sentences, even with a kind of oratory that cannot be considered long or short, but with a very loud voice, consisting of sentences that might be shameful to say, and dispersed the crowd. Everyone went home-as planned above-and went to sleep, the joy of which is meaningless, but it will prepare the person alive for what they would raher do the next day so the dad of Simon's father-the gentleman's name was Igor-came home early in the evening the next day, finishing his ordinary chores with great care. There was a three person chat meeting specific to British and Russian bureaucrats who were cousins you know, one of Humboldt's close friends. They would go for an evening chat at Karl, one of Humboldt's close friends, at his apartment, located on a splendid centrally located block. Mr. Karl who was an intellectual holding the title of civilian general,-which is needed nowadays even in underdeveloped countries-like Turkey, and the like. He was married to Anna, the l

Simon's father, his close friend Humboldt, and the owner of the house, Mr. Karl, delved into very dynamic and deep topics that had nothing to do with the curious sleepy eyes of the house's pet Foggy, and sat on the spacious sofas adjacent to the huge library, which seemed small compared to the spacious atmosphere of the study. They were deepening the subject as they kept their specific-and yet slightly exaggerated-observation over their established Russian brew, gazing at the samovar with porcelain teapot and challenging by means of the embers from below the metallic utensil the menacing coolness of European evenings through the open windows.
Mr. Karl (he spoke emphatically, studying the faces of his guests:
-“I think it is a result of our past delays, the aging of our family and relatives, even getting sick…”
-“Oh, don't ask, don't ask sil vous plait,” said Humboldt (pointing with his hand to Simon's father), and I'm making love with his daughter's friend on the floor matrix kept for no reasonable purpose on the floor. Yeah on the bare floor, and on other hand, an elder I love very much, my cousin's brother has been dying in a coma for three years in a sanatorium on the opposite mountain there.”
The talking twos seemed hopeful but they hoped they were almost accepted as unhopeful, so they asked each other’s name again. ‘Karl,’ said the host casually, as he turned to look for his wife-to have carried cake and pie plates neatly as several times repeated through her skilful motherhood substitution exercises before as forever who came hurrying up in curiously shabby, old fashioned, but fine city clothes-if to be literally defined-laden with pleats and frills. She had come to fetch the used water glasses, saying the chief executive-they used to call Foggy such good names-wanted something. But before the Esquire Karl stood up, he turned Humboldt. again, as if not he himself but the darling of the tendril girl-the elder sister Little Simon’s school mate must now decide whether the honourable pet dog Foggy should spend the late evening there before them. However, Humboldt. could say nothing; in particular, he was surprised to discover that the other guest was staying here, and without being able to explain it entirely to himself, he didn’t feel he could be as free with Esquire Karl as with the host’s home as a whole. Being found here by some of them would not have deterred honourable Foggy. in the way that the host meant, but it would have been an embarrassing impropriety, rather as if all of them were thoughtlessly planning to upset someone to whom he owed gratitude.

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Turning to Mr. Karl, Simon's father, asked,
-"You were talking about a delay; of course, it is out of date regarding to any certain time conception, if it would be delayed in the future, it should be out of the question. Then we need two questions: one, how did you notice the delay in the past, what kind of delays were they, two?"
"There is an important handicap in answering your question because when I want to tell you whatever happened to me on a certain day, the calendar would fall on a Sunday with a nine percent probability. It would be wrong to explain the reason for this with just the holy day as a certain, but I would like to remind you that Sunday is the day we used to be at home the most. As we cannot be alone in a productive corner, we cannot find our aunt too for calling up. Let's talk more openly: with someone-to chatter-who is sick and old or old and sick, thereto words are to be disturbing over the most single punctuation or even silence-let's not say unhealthy-how you can share your feelings as much as your physical insufficiency might allow moreover. Is it possible to imagine having her listen to Sibelius on the phone and sipping heart breaking passages together? If you would want to go to a corner and listen to the pacific hiss from your mind, you have to renew your faith at least a thousand times so that you don't think about how you survived a thousand and one troubles-of course, those troubles are not less than a thousand for everyone. Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things."
Humboldt intervened and impatiently half-questioned-half admittedly-made a long speech:
-"Honestly, I think the distinction between generational old language and generational division misrepresents the changes in our feelings and thoughts… Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things.". If we are generous in remembering our sorrows, it must be due to the fact that we too are getting old. Sometimes I force myself to reach the truth of the matter and subject the young crowd in front of me to a forced examination, and I see that most of them are old and sick also. It's as if the only power they have is a limited surplus of energy that will make them look young and cheerful.”
Humboldt often called his best friend-little Simon's father-as Err. During the conversation-let's say so-Mr. Err while there had been no convenient time or to have been utterly baseless and though no one had asked him about it-he had said his name was Rudolf. "But," Humboldt tried and just began to say, "you're my friend of forty years, your name isn't Rudolf..." And yet The Lord knows whoever yelled at him, he began to chuckle even though he tried not to laugh. Mr. Karl seemed taken aback at first. Then he happened to ask,
-"Now, dear Rudolf, can you tell me, whereof did that smile come from?” Besi

Temporary Mr. Fellow Rudolf, added a very important paragraph to the conversation at the stage of getting serious and said:
Rudolph- (Of course, pointing to the landlady too) "Respectable lady and Gentlemen! Struggling against anti-life is the essence of life, but being able to come out of the struggle with one hundred percent preserving your honor have been never presented by history as a perfect victory, even to the of the old era’s Goddess, and it could never be otherwise. Although, as in the destiny of every science and art law, there are exceptions here too: for example, I remember from my days as an ordinary, cognate adolescent boy from Kenya-therein every human being would have lived by necessity that one of the girl citizens was suffering from tuberculosis, and she had been destined to finish the fight for survival, but she had not encountered anything that could harm his honor except the rude jokes that have been made against her in the past, which were pranks and insignificant, so to speak.” Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he continued: “In those days, too, while I was doing my homework, once in a while I had to go somewhere beyond where the books and notebooks were spread out to meet my immediate needs. These were movements such as falling close to the jug for a glass of water or going to the bathroom to have washed hands, none of which alone could represent a whole struggle. What do I mean while to have tried and meant something if not anything? Since I can't be chasing a cheap nursery rhyme like, ‘I have to wait until my last breath to weigh my deeds on the scales of honor, like everyone else,’ I say, I have to look for again what I would say! What did I mean, what do I mean?"
The hospitable lady of the house, the esteemed Karl's wife, wanted to understand the subject more closely, so she wanted to be a part of the conversation, not content with just cookies, tea, lemonade, beer whatsoever, as she always did, and asked if you remember wrong, gentleman-she meant her husband-correct me, as per our duty. In Minsk, the city wherein we sojourned and thereof the European texture of Russia is to be felt most comfortably, some Circassian families, who were mentioned in the conversation, or so I felt, lived extremely politely even in the smallest parts of daily life, but never compromising their dignity, and were forming exemplary families that respected the laws of others. I am making a bet on this subject for the following reason: the principle of living an honest and honourable life, which is one of the products of the society that should seem to be individual, but among the qualities that would be considered very intensely social, that is, in my opinion, the basic idea to go one step further.
Humboldt cut him off and agreed very softly, "Of course, when one of us intends to share a memory of a picnic, limiting the content of speech to moral science and art does not spoil the conversation, on the contrary, it keeps its level high.
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For a while, they noticed that there was another group member among them, not one of the guests, whom the hosts did not know. When this person turned his head to the right, it was a man with a white beard and turban, and when he turned his head to the left, he was more of a head-neck piece, a silhouette consisting of a headscarf, cheek, side chin and neck contact. In this case, they realized that they were facing an object that could not be explained by any person or group of the world at that moment, and they continued their speech accordingly. Simon's father stated that objects are bound to change because of the passage of time, even if there is no movement in the logical bonds that bind them together.
Humboldt quickly asked
-“Do you not agree with the opinion that there is no movement, no time?” “
-“No, said Rudolph the Temporary (Simon's Father), the landlord also agreed with this no, but he couldn't explain why he did.
-“Time is something that flows through us, you can call it a stream when looking for a recipe, or an abstract river…”
The report writer of the demons that we have to accept that they live in every house repeated in his notes that he was very surrealist! (Yes, there is another group member who is not one of the guests whom the hosts do not know, among them, when this person turned his head to the right, a person with a white beard and a turban was visible. It is only a sub-part, in which case it is an object that cannot be explained by any person or group of the world at that moment.)
At that moment he-the reporter was a male demon-took a lady demon’s arm again, by way of explaining his presence here to those people-the mankind around. Another male demon in one corner of the study, evidently an acquaintance of lady demon’s, rose to his feet and was going to approach them, but the reporter, who was to be arm in arm with her, and to turn her away in a different direction. No one but the reporter demon could have noticed, and she allowed it with a smiling sideways glance at him. A cup of ale beer was poured by a young girl demon called demon as well. She was a thinly bodied blondie, rather insignificant, with a smooth face and rosy cheeks, but with a surprising expression of conscious superiority in her eyes. When they fell on each other as demons as they used to do it seemed to the reporter that they had already discovered things about everything before him of which he knew nothing.

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Then the author spoke so that the subject should not be noisy in the light-weighted uproar, depending on the place, coming from the jinn and that human community that darkens the conversation:
Abba- “The Athenian Hebrews are the ancestors of the Jews in Europe, and we have no doubt that they are not related to Jews emigrated from Spain. We antic Athens induced have lived, and have died at times to have not been carrying any certainty in time. If we die, let's say, by having a heart attack after a shock in the cross roads of our old village-a Germanic habitat?-or after making love in the moors-if the season is Summer of course-my uncles Albert and Franz, yes uncles both by the side of my mom or dad should claim against my calling them good names or rather titles as uncle “since you will be older than us in the future, there will be no uncle, uncle, nephew relationship between us, and a friendship process begins where you are the elder brother” so it would be worth reminding once again on this basis: people have to risk all kinds of struggles to live. The main reason for this is the responsibility imposed by the feeling of friendship. However, the limits of the struggle for life the mankind, no matter how developed intelligence, could never be described enough through human perception. Now it is too light to be felt on a calm sea. But even if it resembles a sailboat sailing behind it in a continuous wind, both the subject and the concepts are terrible, of course, the style is inevitably a candidate for horror! As for the articles titled Friend, it's dangerous—if not forbidden—even very dangerous not to read them! The human seed races to the death to come to this world-let's not say war-it is so worthy that other seeds that lose the fight are trash. However, the world is the place where all power is spent, and the only function of the world as a trap-house is to refute all power, absolutely and unquestionably. If this is not the truth, who or what will the Messiah-savior-save in the scriptures of all modern religions?”
Although that gaze of the two different groups convinced him that they-at last-started to be existing without any aid of the novelist himself. Humboldt kept on looking sideways at the host and the hostess, and still did so as temporary Rudolph spoke to him. As an aside that Rudolph and Karl did not seem to be great friend, and yet they exchanged many few cool words. Humboldt decided to help the conversation along, so he asked suddenly: ‘Do we have enough knowledge to call Simon’s dad as Rudolph?’ Karl’s wife-the hostess laughed out loud. ‘Why do you laugh?’ asked Humboldt, rather annoyed. ‘I’m not laughing,’ she said, but she still laughed all the same. ‘My wife is a very childish woman,’ said Karl, leaning over the some part of the furniture-filling richly the study to make his wife look at him instead she kept

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Doctor Abba continued: Where are we to describe the world we've come from as a trap-heavy place. At this point, the redemption of The Jesus Christ gives the power to write poetry and paint the lightning bolts in the place of danger! My little aunt, one of our family members with whom I shared these poems, came to my mind in this proposition. She is old, even sick; She is far away from her home, which she avoids even out of sight for treatment. I don't know, maybe because of her illness, maybe because she fell away from her very, very beloved house, where she couldn't even accept guests, I can no longer translate the poems of BREEZE and LIGHTNING from their French originals and share them with my aunt. Her health that would be used to be waiting for her death, huh? Sitting calmly and waiting to return to his beloved home, or learning to live with, say disease, or God forbid, I don't know, everybody touch the wood!
Humboldt said he would -what would he? -, and the aunt pointed to a door on her left. ‘There’s a little peephole in the hospital room whereto she was exiled; one can look through that.’ ‘And what about these people?’ asked Humboldt-pointing at the host and hostess- and coughed dryly She pouted, thrusting out her lower lip, and led him over to the door with a hand that was nearly untouchable then through the small hole, which had obviously been made in it for purposes of observation, they could see almost the whole of the next room of the hospital. Where could be the hospital while Karl-the host was sitting in a comfortable round armchair to have hospitalized-for chat only-his guests, under the cosy world of “sweet home” brightly illuminated by an electric light-bulb hanging in front of the guests. There could be no absurdity there for the host was a stout, ponderous man of middle height, and is face was still smooth, but his cheeks drooped slightly with the weight of advancing age as Humboldt who had a long, black-or yellow or even colourless-moustache, and a pair of pince-hair-Whaaat?-, set on his head at a crooked angle and reflecting the light, covered his nothing!

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Let’s then carry more details in that case to carry the scene to light in needed obligation when some more explanation should be rendered: Temporary Rudolph said he would be able to start normal dialogue based on visiting respectable, and Karl’s respectable wife pointed to a door on her left. ‘There’s a little peephole there; you can look through that find the devices you might be useful in restoring the friendly talks.’ ‘And what about those asked?’ asked Simon’s dad, say temporary Rudolph. Because of the rules of a story to be told that the teller should resume as she pouted, thrusting out her lower lip, and led him over to the door by means of a kick that was very hard. Through the door across the way to the peephole, which had obligatorily not been made in it for purposes of observation, he could see almost the whole of the hall adjacent to the entrance where his childhood was sitting at a desk in the middle of the place after having been intimidated by bullying bad boys in the primary, in a comfortable chair made of straw, dimly illuminated by an electric light-bulb hanging in front of the gate. The bullying chief of the strained little pupils in the primary school of his was a stout, ponderous manlike dwarf bandit of middle height to have been wearing a face not smooth but anti-soft while his cheeks drooped slightly with the weight of some quasi-advancing age. He had long, dirty black hair, and the football fan’s cap, sagging towards his nose at a crooked angle and shadowing the light, to have covered his eyes. If temporary Rudolph’s childhood ghost had been sitting upright on the chair Karl’s wife would have seen only his profile, but as he was turning away from everybody none in the visiting group saw him full-face. As repeated before Karl-the host was resting his left elbow on the arm-chair he sat down, and his right hand, holding a cup of ale, lay on his knee. Another beer glass stood on Humboldt’s very right knee; as the nearest arm of defined chair had a raised rim Karl-the host couldn’t see whether there were papers of any kind in Humboldt’s hand or not, but he rather thought it was empty.

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With the dignity given to the host humanly, Karl put an end to the black dots flying in front of people’s eye to the demons, and even the voices that are below and above and in the middle of our hearing wife, above and in the middle but surrounding us. He yelled:
-“The bad blood between every person himself and bullying others is at a higher or lower level and as an explanation, he said, the only permanent problem of humanity is to remember the times when he could not resist bullying, even to remember a moment when he could not respond to a physical blow he received, and to feel that life is not only far from its taste, but also from its dignity. Albert Camus was a Jewish elder brother of ours who had emigrated from the other side of the sea, and he built his novel "The Fall" just on this issue.
His wife completed that conversational overture,
-“On the other hand, when one of his cousins, one of my great uncles, namely "The Other Man", as some ones amongst our elder brothers to have been good name as "Other Man" has happened to be appointed the Public Prosecutor by government, he not only forgot the verbal or physical attacks in the past, but also started to live his day, which is open, safe, pleasant, running from feast to feast, to a future free of attacks. Can we evaluate the war between Russia and Ukraine in terms of bullying and a physical attack in the light of this additional "bundle of information"? Now let's focus this conversation on that.
To make sure, she asked Simon’s dad-The temporary Rudolph to look through that angle of the matter and tell them what one could inquire at. However, she had been in the chat room herself only a little while ago, so she could assure the temporary one without more ado that there were no papers anybody’s hand. He asked her if he had to leave the debate now, but she said he could look through the argument to catch on everything as long as he liked. Now Simon’s dad was alone with Karl’s wife, for demons or undesired shadows and light shows, as he soon saw, had made her way over to her acquaintance and was perched on a cask, swinging her feet in the air. ‘Lady hostess’ said Simon’s dad in a whisper, ‘do you know we-the guests of yours-all very well?’ ‘Oh yes,’ she said. ‘Very well.’ She leaned close to him, and playfully adjusted her cream-coloured blouse, which, as the temporary Rudolph only now saw, was cut rather low at the neck; it was a neckline which didn’t quite suit her late mannequin like body. Then she asked:
-“Don’t you remember how I laughed?”
-“Yes, down right! You see, ill-mannered I should be,’ said he ‘Well,’ she said soothingly, ‘there really was something to laugh about. You were asking if I knew myself or not, and as it should happen, I am!’
Here she instinctively stood a little straighter, and the little Simon’s father once again felt the force of her triumphant exp

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All in all, the dialogues could not be carried on with anymore. They felt or decided somehow something related to the incoherent facts
-“The only source of inconsistencies is undoubtedly the war between-naturally-the East European emperor Russia, and the United States of Western Europe. YEP, the only source of inconsistencies in this novel is it: The war between the venerable blood of all Europeans. Simon's dad, to have used Rudolf temporary name and Humboldt answering his own name, and their visit that pleasantly engages honourable Karl and his wife, if not happy. conversations, genie recipes, peepholes and so on…”, the author shouted, "How did those hosting victims’ house come down to the state of so-called reality, which is neither too smart, nor too silly or not too absurd, in short, the most unbearable?"
It’s obviously-if not downright-so, and at that very moment they have evaluated the conditions-before some years or currently or after half a century-everybody looked enquiringly at each other, from the other side they shook their head and would say no more. ‘Of course, we have our secrets,’ said they all, ‘and we won’t discuss them with someone although somebody might have known for only half an hour everything, and who should have had no chance to tell anybody anything about ourselves yet.’ But that, it turned out, was the wrong thing to say that; it was as if they had woken silence wrapped in the apparels of chattering from a slumber in which liked keeping their position deaf and dumb, for they took a small piece of mumbling out of the broken parts of speech that hung from their tongue, stopped up the whole group members in a body with absolute meaningless, and said each other., visibly forcing themselves not to let anybody see how their mood had changed: ‘As for the unity, we know everything about ourselves we should not be the ordinary figures from the casts.’ And they added: ‘But now we must get on with our work, say talk each other’ and went back behind arm-chairs, while now and then one of us here might have risen to have his empty glass refilled.

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Then…oh then…Doctor Abba stepped out of the novel during a short break from the speeches and spoke clearly about the following issue in the publication of which he is the head writer, serving with the headline of the NATO Haber The NATO Gazette: headlined, very clearly, "How to build The Great Israel?" was. Abba's one-sentence solution for people who don't have much time to read was this: let's first redefine good and evil with romantic piety! The best is the least time-consuming: as for the worst, it is not the most time-wasting, because bad times are long for people, in a sense, bad days prolong life. The Great Israel is the best, and those who have the power to build it or give life to it are the worst, of course, if this sentence is written backwards, it loses nothing of meaning: Greater Israel is the worst, they will help build it the best! Obviously, the author had returned to his novel and was reminding that his novel was called “The Worst viz. The Best.”
Good and evil, which has no quality other than a mere waste of time or time is too long to be pulled, turn into bodies in the foundation of great Israel. and the much older Akkadians and their descendants—Hebrews and Arabs, to name a few—in short…let's reduce it to the degree of kinship: cousins. When the direction of the war is made transparent and visible in Ukraine in this sense, only the Hebrews and the Arabs. Now this is the agenda: here is another one, here are the children of the uncles and the Russians in military boots, the representatives of his old novel, and the dreamy state that will be established thanks to them: Erzurum-Nil chain bolts. In summary, if the narrative of the romantic literature school does not help, it is an incomprehensible issue… The formula, which does not need to be sanctified, which has to turn into the agenda of the whole world that will extend to the closest and most distant periods, says that Great Israel is established under the leadership of Russia-Saudi Arabia with the help of the Gulf Arabs and Israel. Should this novel be considered a failure if it fails to convey that? No! The novel titled "The worst or the best" is a product of the Russian romantic school. The wrongs and truths in him are nothing compared to the modern romantic feelings he instilled!
Temporary Rudolph, wanted another quiet word with the chat participants of the home visit, so he took an empty glass from a stand and went over to nobody. ‘One more thing, our dear host and hostess,’ he said, ‘it’s extraordinary, and takes great strength of mind, to work your way up from trivial tellers to story creators, but is that the height of ambition for a person like us? No, what a silly question. Your way of talking-don’t laugh at me, respectable citizens-speak not so much of past struggles as of struggles yet to come say nothing more than this fact there are great obst

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Little Simon's father joined the conversation without speaking with the intention of venting, in other words, for the author to change the subject. Little Simon's father was quoting his own father in his speech. When his father passed his middle age, some of the elders of the family lost their lives in that day's pandemic, the father of little Simon's father, in other words, his grandfather. After only ten years of patience, he made the following speech that was so cold that it could be counted for himself. C’mon guys, it's long past the age when they set an example for everyone as family elders and even offered guidance, even if it wasn't considered advice. As of that day and as of today, my deceased elders are my younger nephews and they are old. How I once gave importance to these people and how I did not fall down the rain-pipe and become crippled under their guidance. Mr. Karl, while he was developing perfectly within the measures of logic, groaned, "Where did you get this fall from the rain pipe, my dear," he sang the question sentence that accumulated in his mouth, and he was exhausted by spreading his hands to both sides. Little Simon's father called his son on his cell phone to ask for help in placing a final sentence in his conversation, which he could not finish with logical sentences. Little Simon was busy because he was busy recording in his diary the adventure of the rubber tree belonging to the mother of one of his favorite neighborhood friends, which his father often mentioned in his reminiscences from his youth. Although the rubber tree came to the fore from time to time in the lines he wrote, the family analysis, the semi-ancient but uncompromising Love lines of FUZULI, whose fame spread from the Caucasus to semi-antic Constantinople, came to the fore in the protocol. They were in favor of both respecting the protocol and respecting themselves. Then again, something was served, a solid delicatessen escorted by beverage was eaten, cookies were devoured, and berry salads consisting of seasonal fruits were served on porcelain plates with flowers. The only person who didn't get a share of them was undoubtedly the writer standing outside the pages; while he was talking to himself, he was eating pistachios with his camouflaged nails peeling off their shells.
The summarized purpose of the author's inner speech, which he did not even have the opportunity to hear with his own ears, was to provide a flow in accordance with the big brother’s logic of the days in an individual, lightly logical initial focus and to complete the deficiency: The question to him is that this rubber tree is standing close to the door of a fairly large workplace entrance, not obstructing the entrance. does it? And did it show that the entrance doors of the adjacent structures of the other pavement standing in front of it embraced the unfaili

“Every piece of writing has had to get a reminder of the unspoken art of speech since the first word henceforth until now…” it was little Simon's father who added something such this as it is from the very beginning, and he gave his own reminder without hesitation, “I mentioned a rubber tree that was brought from a house to the door of a large office and left as a gift. Strong relationships in the background, very to have been carrying poor possibility to realize them.
Abba-The Author remarked, “all kinds of facial expressions and behaviors that emphasize the feelings of embarrassment because of lacking good possibilities or rather gaining delicious-no matter concrete or abstract-things that can be found especially in the low-income generation of the society. The matter thereof can easily be brought to the agenda of the conversation here. The behavior patterns here also may not be equal in terms of competence, but without the help of the Lord, your success will be inconclusive, no matter they would be whether weak or strong!

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As the conversations became more and more complicated, the guests were forced to disappear, and in other parts of the world it may not have changed, but at Mr. Karl's house the clocks went back. The guests knocked on the door again and were greeted with a warm welcome as if they hadn't disappeared after the same visit an hour and a half ago. Meanwhile, little Simon's father felt as if he had given up the temporary name of Rudolf. The owner of the house welcomed the guests into the room to have a drink and a biscuit to sit and chat again. The opening topic of the speech was the issue of bureaucratic processes starting to play in the style of essay and report writing, which should be free at the university.
Monsieur le host the house Karl, with great care, put the following prediction in his opening sentence: What are they to be able to do anything, teamwork, while bureaucratic patterns, and the solidification of the institutional order drives human beings away from themselves even though they could carry themselves into the space. In a sense, isn't this a situation similar to the fact that the satellite sent from the earth carries the risk of falling into the void and getting lost in the absolute emptiness for astronauts at any moment? Humboldt, looking intently at the faces of both of his friends, the only thing one should be afraid of is the risk of being lost, materially or spiritually, since the world was created. But what any person could be Copernicus without losing himself. Please try to imagine this honorable ancestor of ours, before he discovered the solar system, he was looking at the sky as if it were a place full of mixed light dots, but his gaze was full and balanced: he was carrying honorably whatever name his mother gave him, he was happy with his name, his family and his environment, or rather, to tell the truth he might not satisfied from time to time.
Rudolph, who used the name Rudolph-The temporary in the repeated first part of the same visit--let's call it temporary again--yes, the temporary gentleman looked out of the window as far as the free-standing chandelier allowed, adjacent to the window to the right of the "L"-shaped sofa, while the others were sitting on detached, rococo arm-chairs: the expected snow of the season had begun to fall, illuminating everything. Even if the street lanterns diminished because of the thickening snow for a while, everything, including the unchanging ornament of the sidewalks overfed by falling snow, tree branches, closed shop shutters, the modest garden walls of the houses, radiated yellow light and was illuminated with a continuous yellow light. From time to time, the children sledding looked very lively under this full yellow, unpretentious but lush light. Then he heard Esquire Abba du Prof. MES (M. Erdogan Surat), his briefing related to the subject:

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