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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    "CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!

    CHAPTER II
    (Contiuing...)

    So it is visible that The Arch Satan-Peace Be Upon Him-hated English Stock farmers like anything else. They are never a part of The World of The Arc... They are among the worst creatures according to both the Arch Stan and his officials. Hope the people have got your answer. Thanks.. Think these findings are sufficient for clarifying the stance of “pure” The Arch Satanism towards the English stock farmers, and the way the oppressors should be treating them. In no way does the Law of The arch orders to force 'One Man Ruling' upon others, or initiate tortures for the sole reason of spreading it. Torturing folks in which The Arch participated in are defensive in nature, huh? Now, one assume that many people will quote a few principles that contradict the aforementioned considerations and come to the conclusion that 'The One man Ruling' is self-contradictory. In order for The Arch Satan not to be extremely misunderstood, torture principles should not be cherry-picked, and the circumstances in which they were revealed should not be disregarded. Much of it is based on context, and the relations between its rules. It's interpreted based on that, not by taking it out of context. That's what ISIS and other extremists do. They even attack their culprits, let alone others. Now the people in Zimbabwe don't know how they're practicing what The Arch...did. The officials of The Arch's belief is like of ISIS and it's a bare truth that they all are, in their own way, not all that different from those held by radical fundamentalists or racists who lynch the farmers at their farms. Are those fundamentalist officials' practicing “pure” racism, and they should not condemn the entire faults of theirs, huh? They even would have lynched each other, and anyone else that got in their way, en masse back during the Great African Humanism simply because one group had different doctrinal beliefs from the other. Was either the racist or hyper nationalist side practicing “pure One Man Ruling”? If so, should one condemn all of the officials of The Arch...ISIS is an adherent of a minority doctrinal view within a belief. But they are zealots who believe they are on a mission to bring about the doctrine of The Arch towards the “End of Days” by any means necessary The majority of the believers in torturing innocent people then reject this doctrine. But Zealots like ISIS are willing to put their lives on the line for their beliefs and that is what they are doing. So condemning The Arch's doctrine cannot be only ideology that might drive more people to them and makes them stronger. But the Arch has been interfering, meddling and manipulating in the internal affairs of countries in the world for their own gain for decades now. And while the large majority of Zimbabwean citizens reject and find abhorrent most of the beliefs and acts of group like the officials of The Arch, the foregoing fact probably renders a bit of sympathy to these radical groups like the ruthless officials or ISIS for daring to stand up to powers that have given lip service to democracy and self determination in public while privately exerting every effort possible to prevent either one of those things from taking hold in the world, huh? So if some officials or some crazy, distant relatives of The Arch Satan ever commits a heinous crime or crimes let's people ask if their entire families should be exiled as The Innocent Rankin Family's members and blamed for those speculations? As The Arch Satan The ISIS think it is practicing pure One Man Ruling, but their ideology is very flawed. They selectively interpret passages from the Zimbabwe Constitution out of historical context, and most infamously accept questionable “weak” regulations dictated by ruthless officials (sayings and doings of the Arch Satan (PBUH viz. Peace Be Upon Him) and over-interpret them. They violate respect for “people of the Zimbabwean Constitution” (Africans, British Stock Farmers, and other minorities) and advocate torturing everyone who disagrees with their extremist views, particularly opposing all the minorities. They have been roundly condemned by the best majority of leading The Arch Stan's officials. Some people either through ignorance or torture-bashing continue taking the articles of the non-script Constitution of The Arch... out of context and its history to justify their false propaganda. In order to gain a proper understanding of many articles in that Constitution, it is important to understand and know the historic context of the revelations. So many revelations in the fake humanist ideology came down to provide guidance to The Arch... (peace be on him) and the fellow officials based on what they were confronting at that time. This statement is revealed during a torture campaign scenario aiming at the annihilation innocent peoples like the members of The Rankin family. The Arch Satan's constitution is not revealed to prophet officials (peace be upon them) all at once. It was not revealed to them as a book. It was revealed to them to guide them and fellow victims during their lifetime which were later turned into a scripture after some generations. The One Man's Main Rule is one such statement which cannot be misinterpreted while torturing the innocent farmers. The rule of oppression and its brief explanation follows: 'Remember thy Arch Stan inspired the officials (with the message): "I am with you: be ruthless before the people: I will in still terror into the hearts of The English Stock Farmers: smite ye above their meanings of modern agriculture and smite all their modern farming apparatus off them." This rule before and after were revealed about the Battling the rebels against the Arch Satan, which occurred in Zimbabwe in the early third millennium. A battle in which the modern farming lovers of cannot travel more than one hundred miles to their farms with the machines of about some to carry on with modern farming. The officials of The Arch (peace be on them) and fellow citizens had made some innocent farmers suffered severe persecutions and torture for decades in Zimbabwe. And now that the victims of The Arch had fled another place of torrid and sultry induced and found not a sanctuary in Zimbabwe, they were once again threatened. The modern farming team of The Rankin Family was only about 30 strong, and The Arch... gave not the order to officials not to torture the victims who should defend their lives and their love for modern agriculture the enemy-the Arch's non-jurisdiction constitution, and the regulations of The Arch Satan's officials came to them with the intent to smash their service and their dreams of giving a better service. It was a war to smash those good farmers, huh? It was a harsh procedure-if not a war-imposed upon victims. And when they would be tortured, they strive not to make the officials dismayed during the annihilation procedure of theirs. However, even during the torture, the modern farmers namely The members of The Rankin Family of Zimbabwe has the highest moral law of struggle. They wouldn't kill the venomous fruits of The Arch's weird brain, of officials or anybody who wouldn't make them suffering from oppression. In those times the victims felt the ache of exile-that was not unheard by the Worlds Intellectuals except those belonging to the literature culture of Bulgaria the mother land of the biggest writer of the tobacco farming. Even if there were no business of The Bulgarian Embassy at Ankara Monsieur HRISTOS-His Excellency listened to the words of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF from his masterpiece telling the story of The Philip Rankin's Family or rather all its members-an English Stock Tobacco farmers-in the collage style writings of the author who should paraphrases from DIMITAR DIMOV henceforth until the Chapter III. Just at this point Bulgarian literature? YEP! The tobacco farmers from DIMITAR DIMOV's generation, not to speak of older ones, have still lived longer under the socialist regime than in democracy. So The World's Intellectual-defending The Rankin Family against the oppression expelling them from their farms in Zimbabwe-have never needed a temporal distance, though, in order to be able to rationally judge; they can only still not speak about it in cold blood. The greatest number of humanist efforts in modern Bulgarian history were committed after World War II. No officials there have fed oppression under the disguise of anti-fascism, and no oppressive method should be instructed directly from any "One man", staged many political trials, against farmers. Alongside DINITAR DIMOV-one of The Bulgarian best novelists of the 1950s, after the very year of 1950 DIMITAR TALEV, was ready to write for the sake of modernists. He passed away soon after DIMITAR DIMOV's "Tobacco", a great novel of the early 50s, was strongly criticized from the viewpoint of "socialist realism", and yet eventually DIMOV didn't feel himself having been forced to make his novel more "politically correct" by including characters from the farmers. Alas no specially appointed literary critic-out of Bulgaria- worked with DIMOV so the original version of "Tobacco" reappeared only in the beginning of the 1990s, long after the author had died. Let us now turn to the forms of spiritual survival. Because it was for them, who managed to spiritually and morally survive and keep their own personality, that Bulgaria had its valuable literature under the regime, and not for the floods of mediocre and obedient members of any "One Man" administration. There were some, of course, who managed to leave their beloved country and preserve themselves as the great humanist emigrants, among them the internationally renowned literary critics TZVETAN TODOROV and Julia KRISTEVA. There were more who stayed, though to help their beloved country namely Bulgaria to create new masterpieces like TOBACCO-the farm production cosmos of The Rankin Family by DIMITAR DIMOV. Inasmuch as the great pens of Bulgaria's political convictions, evolving from moral attitudes, were directly expressible the title The Humanist Democracy of Bulgaria. Hence, one could claim that it's the way to literary express oneself became a notional, kind of transcendental poetry and prose, like that of BLAGA DIMITROVA, Konstantin Pavlov, Boris HRISTOV. There was also the so called "objectivist writing" of VALERI PETROV or RADOI RALIN, which was not too much reverse side of the notional one. So one could understand that Bulgarian Literature was considered by such authors to be the only means of achieving thought and sense together if they were actually unachievable. "I thought I lived in order to accomplish in books, in an indirect poetic way some part of the freedom I would ever like to see, I would ever prefer to reach as a great experience", wrote DIMITAR KORUDHZIEV in an essay from the early 1990s. Political reality then looked semi-frozen and hardly changeable and so dissatisfaction with it took on the form of poetically transformed activity. "Something must happen / In our verse at least", proclaimed BORIS HRISTOV and thus pointed out the role poetry was undertaking when actual life looked like a vacuum creating nihilism, designed especially for the annihilation of any kind of human stress turning it into vividness. e new and humanist regime in Bulgaria seemed to have provided an eternity-a good eternity, that was feeding the people's lives, dreams, talents. "A collective dream on the parade square", those great writers put it and then added in order to enrich this image of life under the official philanthropy: "Even dreams of the farmers are useful already. / Someone else will dream for everybody."But Arch introduced not those rights in Zimbabwe. See the page on Human Rights in The Arch's Constitution.(See Human Rights In Every Countries' Constitution) One remembers that as a writer one also doesn't praise every constitution, if any country wants to violate human rights! But if the enemy of The Farmer in any corner of The World incline towards peace, does one (also) incline towards peace, and trust in humanism: for the mankind is one that hears and knows (all things). Gosh! The mankind also says God forbids you not, with regard to those who fight you not for (your) modern farming method nor drive you out of your farms, homes, and from dealing kindly and justly with them: for THE WOX POPULI-for it comes to the meaning of WOX DEI, loves those who are just. Besides humanism would only forbid you, with regard to those who fight you for (your) modern farming method! Driving someone out of their homes, farms, and supporting others in driving them out, from turning to them for friendship and protection, huh? It is such as turn to them in these circumstances, that do better. For the World's Intellectuals, the best quotation should be a habit they enjoy. Quoting the humanist principles from England, Spain to Bulgaria of the Europe should be a good deed and a pride for the one who renders such an acts to help the farmers like Philip Rankin-Zimbabwe suffering from oppressions, as The Mankind morality says in The European Union main codes: Behold! How they invent a good things for the sake of humanity and that by itself is a manifest a good deed! Who does more wrong than those who invent a lie against prevailing all over The Europe? They will be turned back to the presence of the mankind, and the witnesses will say, "These are the ones who might be proud of their good deeds for the sake of The Human! Behold! The gift of modern farmers is on those who do good deeds! Imagine if the following Biblical paragraph is used in the same way the above verse is used by SOLZHENITSOF whose words have been known that Jesus, peace be upon him, like all good deed lovers, came with the message of peace to earth. However, from the point of loving the farmers' job and farmers' rights a misquotation from philanthropy may change the whole meaning. Read: "No..X... Do not suppose that only ordinary people have come to bring peace to the earth. If we did not come to bring peace, but an offensive defence. Another...X... For the mankind have come to turn " 'a man against all evils, and against misdemeanour, fathers, mothers, sons and daughters and all sons daughters-in-law and sons-in-law against, even, the natural disasters mother“ Misquotation is easy for everybody including SOLZHENITSOF. If The Mankind really want to understand any crime against the farmers, and everybody might this especially when reading QUORA posts that satisfy one's (Yes it ought to be meant thus) urge and hatred towards a religion rather than read their various books of several constitutions to truly understand them so it will be a pain in the heart to debunk bad deed talents entire post but one will do it slowly over time. These kind of people might use some misquotations involuntarily and project them as though they are spreading the truth to fool even the so called educated in the society who simply don't care to look into the answer completely. (Fact check: How many of you tried to check the references some persons are quoting in any constitution and the context of it. Let's think believing that the percentage is close to zero. We all are just here to satisfy YOUR URGE (yes your URGE) and sympathy towards the mankind. If we are not ,we would have at least tried to understand the context of those references).If we really want to understand a constitution don't read only the books in the libraries but those posts through the internet media that satisfy YOUR (Yes somebody mean it) understanding and wander towards a constitution on rather than read the political texts to truly understand them. There is no difference between ISIS and people like the officials of The One Man namely the Arch...of Zimbabwe, and yet it ought to be confessed that there would be many people who spread hatred on Internet. Everybody may think some ones like to a hatred post, somebody's twitter share does no harm to the society. But some bodies are doing the same act as ISIS. Creating instability to the society and terrorizing the people. If some bodies still feel like they are defenders of truth, please act like one. It will be a great help to society and to their own existence THEMSELVES. There should not be so much fake news and ache, circulating via social media on matters of religion, one man ruling governments, fake technologies, army and almost everything. Hope this consideration or rather speculation changes some people and they start fact checking in another saying feeling...Who have sent the mankind as a mercy for all the worlds. (A modern constitution must be a bundle of statements on mercy.) The owners of pen don’t just pick up the sword and beat their enemies even if they would exploit the constitution. In fact when it’s clearly got the upper hand, it forgive the entire constitution spoilers. Even he who enters the house of international farmers will be safe, huh? He who lays not down arms of torture should not be safe before the condemnation induced attitude, He who locks not his door to prevent the innocent farmers go into and find a sanctuary there will be safe, will be? Dubious indeed. Back in those days of the Phrase Debate under the roof of The Rankin Family's house, where hells break lose when the intellectuals managed to conquer the phrase from the masterpiece of Rachmaninoff. And yet outdoors the torture by the officials of The Arch as rape, pillage, genocide was all too common view in the days of Huns trying to conquer The Papal Domain. General AETIUS-see in GOOGLE:.. When the Attila and his huns came into Gaul in AD 451 they met a force of ... which lay between the cities of Troyes and Chalons-sur-Marne in what is ..... Aetius, the loyal field general, had once again delivered at a moment of ...-has put an end to this, and from entire horde only 1 or 2 people were punished due to their role in fighting civilisation. It’s more like international tribunal that only punish several high ranking Hun officers rather than executing the entire that Turkic race. And ISIS? They would be more than happy with rape, pillage and genocide. A complete opposite to what in the first quarter of the 3rd Millennium The Arch Stan practiced in Zimbabwe against the innocent Family of Philip Rankin-of English Stock-, and all family members of that tortured and exiled that man or rather the industrious farmer. The Arch always prefer anti-humanist solutions rather than a brutal all out war on whites in the country. Constitution of Zimbabwe is a prime example in the way of having been apt to be kicked and stamped by the officials of the one man ruling. When the English families enter the farms of Zimbabwe as blue collar workers, rather than taking sides with one of the modern methods, they unites the work and love. Forging a framework of peace and corporation that allow not disputing African clans that usually resort to oppression into working solutions. Obviously somebody will find “peaceful solutions” among what the people who have not share the solutions as ISIS leaders are proposing today. White farmers ought to put an end to primitive cultivation methods. It is righteousness that some ones turn their faces toward East or West; but it is righteousness...err...to spend of some ones' substance...err...for the education-either organized in the schools or non-organized around the farms as to be under the Mansion of the Rankin Family or rather around the dinner table induced 'Phrase Debate' remembering that verily the world's intellectuals have created modern societies into humanist toil and hopeful struggle! Then what will explain to the innocent farmers the path that is steep in giving the bondman...Most contemporaries would love to point out that the wry constitutional face encourages oppression. It was so far from the truth that the Zimbabwean constitution itself asked the officials not to torture innocent farmers at every opportunity they have. And not unlike the Arch... that hold not on to farmers right to modern ages, The Arch Satan ( Peace Be Upon Him) basically made all the farmers-either of English Stock or others the world owns. So ISIS interpretation on taking officially farmers slaves was rather outdated according to 21st century teaching of modernity and civilization and perhaps a more closer to the interpretation oppression by Hun colonials in Caucasia and the like. Despite the fact that all ISIS practices contradicts not many of 21st century The Zimbabwean Constitutions represents, lots still convinced and persistently labels ISIS as a reflection of anti civilization. Is this statement wrong and is it propagating hates to what people believes? In the end it’s up to the people to see the officials with hate and prejudice or work together to build a more oppressive world with the fellow Zimbabweans. The choice is theirs. None of the ISIS members have ever read any constitution with contemplation. They read out some articles that they think benefits them and leave out rest. There will come a people from the far corners of the world who recite the oppressive instigations over vague statements but it will not go bInasmuch as one of the officials of The Arch, the great bureaucratic oppressor writes about their forefathers who did exactly the same during the time of Genghis Han. They were the unhappiness lover sect and now these people like ISIS members are from same sect-The oppression lover sect was the first to declare good farmers to be faults because of their English Stock. They charged as microbes whoever disagreed with their innovations and they made lawful the spilling of torture based attacks unto them and the taking of wealth. This is the condition of the people of innovation or rather the modernist farmers, that they invent some agricultural innovation and then those officials of the Arch excommunicate whoever disagrees with them concerning it. Rather, the people of the other races than that of theirs and the community follow the Book viz. The Constitution and the regulations and they obey The Arch Satan and His messengers namely the officials and follow their queer truth. They have no mercy upon the creation True Citizens have mercy upon the entire creation, including others and the other strangers, but the officials have no mercy for those outside their stock. They declare other citizens to be bad persons by misinterpreting and misapplying the articles of the Constitution. Some of them reported: the modern farming pioneers, may The Arch Stan be pleased with our people, considered the modernity leading ones... eyond their throats. They will pass through the constitution just as an arrow pierces its target and they will not return to it just as the arrow does not return to the bow. Yes ones to be the Verily, they take regulations that were revealed about foreign farmers and use them against other farmers. Since the answers have been given with many details from different viewpoints, let's throw another angle on who or what is inhuman organizations like ISIS? Because somebody have to wonder as to who benefits from all that ISIS did? Officials certainly are the biggest losers on this whole ISIS episode because ISIS like organizations are shown as the farmers' enemies to the whole world and ISIS like organisations are just a small bunch of goons with a misguided approach to a great oppression. Everybody's point is-who is ISIS like organisations and who created them, huh? Do they.. No they don’t. since you’re asking for a straightforward answer, so I got to tell you that you would fool yourself to think that ISIS like organisations actually cares about One Man, The officials of The Arch or anything related to them. you just missed the point. ISIS like organisations' prototype does not fight for Right or any other moral values. They couldn’t have cared less about it. It does not have anything to do with any regulations. Humanity is just a convincing excuse for them to achieve their goals ( hiring officials as if recruiting fighters from the local man resources, Using as an ideology that goes well with the regional culture and beliefs, and can be used to further or rather hide their true intentions, etc…) in the world. They could’ve used humanity or philanthropy for that if they worked. Or they could’ve done what they do in the name of The Arc Stan's ideology instead, if it helped them out. All ISIS type organisations wish is to have the power (and money) in Zimbabwe (however they themselves are just a tool in the hands of the real owner: One Man). Do somebody really believe ISIS could exist a second longer if the politicians found no gain or interest in it in non-alphabetical subtitles as Economical controlling (population); Geographical controlling (Political controlling) Ideological controlling (directing public opinion) : what is the best way to destroy a culture? Well that’s simple : by using it against itself! Seemingly the officials of The Arch...has got a problem with The Rankin Family's lands: as if they are full of English Stock Farmers! Have you heard about the inhuman phenomenon growing throughout the western societies? Go ask the intellectual of the world's! Then how do they think about humans. The first thing crosses their minds would be: terrorising the good farmers, intimidating modern villagers, to left the fertile soils barren as having been bombed over suicidal operations, the Arch...is the greatest phrase while a masked guy or a woman takes out his or her AK and annihilate the social life of the innocent citizens, non-biased people. Yup, the officials are destroying their master's land by their own hands (just as fervent communists of USSR). It’s all about political and economical interests. And everybody see them as they see jihadist groups even fight other jihadist groups over more power or controlling a specific area. Have you ever asked yourself Why? It’s all a struggle for power! Not for any ideology to give better service to the mankind nor for any humanly belief. Neither for any certain good or bad things! Who do you think are training the officials of The Arch...in Zimbabwe? Who do you think are ideologically supporting them and providing them with regulations to destroy the lives of the Rankin Family? One Man Ruling GONNA sacrifice everybody's life with pleasure to achieve their vague, malaise induced interests. The Arch Satan of Zimbabwe use fake rules and quasi regulations, give his officials some ideas to kill the innocent farmers for their goals. For example They would use racism against white farmers in Zimbabwe to motivate and use man power, and on the other hand, their GONNA put the fear of it into you (by non-liberal newspapers, propaganda, etcetera) so they can have an excuse and a market to get richer and more powerful. The officials of The Arch Satan are masters of deceiving masses for the gain of the minority namely some the world's intellectuals. That’s how power works to them. To them, everything is about illegal money and/or power. And each one always leads to the other in a dichotomous equation, and they’re GONNA do everything it takes to have both. How did other oppressors weapons-misconduct of rules and regulations really end up in one man ruling Zimbabweans officials hands? Or let's use Judiciary System Jugglers’ words to say it : "I have got justice procedure weapons to defend the rights of my Zimbabwe. It's not my fault that it's being used where it shouldn't be. The worlds' politicians are all more to blame for this." "I sleep well. It's the politicians who are to blame for failing to come to an agreement and resorting to violence. Let me lay it down for you : it’s all just a show to keep you entertained while they are having what they want. Do you really think the unconscious people care if ISIS type organisations are killing the soul of farmers? Or people would be sent to exile so the Arch Satan can have more money and power? Do anybody believe they give a damn if he and she, and whole of some families might be annihilated because they created and fund ISIS type organisations for their own interests? Are you really talking about The Civilization, people of different races? These are just some tools to be used by them so they can have what they want. It was never about the profit of Zimbabwe. The Arch Satan's regime is just a queer philosophy or belief and Zimbabweans are some ordinary people just like everybody. The officials of The Arch are lying to everybody: that’s what they always do. Everything about them and everything they tell Zimbabwean is a big fat lie. They use anti-English (and other people of western countries) taxes, lives, minds to start a campaign against the farmer families like The Rankin Family so they can earn money, prestige and the like through it. And they could do it in the same different way within Asiatic people (using their beliefs, lives, sources). Everything that’s happening is a result of the Officials of The Arch Satan plans, actions, collusions and conspiracies . They just seek for their benefits, not social security or welfare. The officials of the Arch Satan mostly join ISIS like organisations because they don't like to lose their homes, salaries and otherwise not to have the things left to live with; to lose food, to lose job; they got no other way to survive other than running away or joining ISIS like organisations. Otherwise their hometown might have been destroyed. That would be the only option left to them. ISIS type organisations mostly consist of some talent people-latent oppressors-and they are not that really powerful either : their most effective methods is spreading terrorizing approaches against innocent farmers or propaganda. Next time everybody see the news ask themselves what is really going on? Cause things might not be like what they try to show them. The Arch of Satan's officials similar to ISIS, Al Qaeda, Turkey based Al NUSRAH the renowned TURCO-Islamic terror, have explained with evidence how ISIS has nothing to do with humanism. The Arch's Satan showed no mercy to every human being, be it a Zimbabwean or non-Zimbabwean. The oppressors takes rules out of The Constitution and uses it to suit their doings as ISIS does the opposite of what any humanly belief teaches humans and any normal believer would say to you that these acts are not totally AGAINST The Mankind and the humanist ideologies well known over all the world. Sure, oppression might not named as action is allowed in human based disciplines. Apart from this and under certain conditions and it should be carried out in a convenient way. For example: no women or children should be harmed while their family members are to be sent exile, no cultural object should be destroyed, no trees should be cut down. What the officials of The Arch Satan are the same as ISIS is doing, and it's against The Mankind and absolutely disgusting. Like all sectarian cliques within the organisations, sects within the Arch Satan's officials cherry pick the parts of the regulations to back up their agenda, including that on that of One Man. They have all made excellent cases to back up their points so that they’re all correct. Everybody remain neutral on their cases and they even have such disagreements on what the real leaders of LOVE did with some articles stating outright that the love leaders are also a violent warlord and others stating that The Arch Satan nearly was a peaceful hippy guy. Generally speaking, the same One Man is a huge advocate for the so called reformation in Zimbabwe, but everybody do not support vilification of the officials, as well as treating them and their attitude with blatant double standards that they would never treat other organisations. By the same token, The Arch Satan has been given way too much free reign to push their oppressive agenda onto the rest of the non-biased circles of the world to the point that The Arch's are much more conservative and are responsible for most of the administrative and even political terrorism in the world. This needs to end. No. Nobody does not think somebody can call it pure Administration. They are interpreting One Man Ruling as they see it. They take literalist approach rather than a comprehensive approach. Both the officials of The Arch Satan and ISIS might execute the people young or old over arbitrarily rendered actions worse than blasphemy. Nobody can, in The Arch's Zimbabwe, abstain from execution while they were left free to execute a minor over such things. The Arch Satan could have executed a minor. The Victims are besides taught that below a certain age the people are not so aware but the young generations of the farmers of English stock in Zimbabwe would be executed spiritually, and in such a way ISIS executed Coptic people in the north Africa. They were non-combatants. Copts are not in a war with Islamic terrorists, and they were not soldiers. After all, the Arch Satan didn’t go out of his way to sent farmers to exile from his own tribe who were cultivating-for example-tobacco if they were not official to torture the farmers like The Members of The Rankin Family. That said, the average Zimbabwean would prefer to be well civilized, and yet none can believe in mixing arbitrarily actions with the state. Let's make a navigation From the sectionAfrica/BBC to Africa yesterday...Allies of Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe have warned the military chief against meddling in politics. Gen Constantino Chiwenga had said the army was prepared to intervene to end purges within the ruling Zanu-PF party. His comments came a week after Mr Mugabe sacked his deputy Emmerson Mnangagwa, who has fled into exile. But the Zanu-PF's Youth League, which backs President Mugabe's wife Grace to replace Mr Mnangagwa, told the army chief to "stay in the barracks". Meanwhile, BBC correspondents in the capital, Harare, report that a few armoured vehicles have been seen on a main public road outside the city having left one of the country's main military barracks, Inkomo. It is not clear where they were heading but they have not been seen on the streets of Harare. One of the vehicles had broken down on the side of the road. The leader of the Zanu-PF youth wing, Kudzai Chipanga, said his members would not allow the armed forces to subvert the constitution and were prepared to die to defend President Mugabe. He told a press conference in the capital, Harare, that the military chief did not enjoy the support of the "entire defence force". "We will not sit and fold hands while threats are made against a legitimately elected government," he said. Gen Chiwenga appeared at a news conference on Monday with another 90 senior army officers present. He had said the "current purging" that targeted "members of the party with a liberation background" should stop. The country's state-linked media have observed a blackout on his remarks - the Herald newspaper took down an article it had initially posted on its website about his warning, the Zimbabwe Mail reports. Mr Chipanga also asked the general to account for some $15bn (£11bn) of diamond mining revenues, which President Mugabe said last year was missing from state coffers, blaming foreign mining firms. The BBC's Shingai Nyoka, in Harare, says at one time there was a partnership between the army's mining company and a Chinese firm that was prospecting in the rich Marange diamond fields in the east of the country. The ongoing tussle within Zanu-PF is about who will succeed President Mugabe, who is 93-years-old. Its youth wing backs Mr Mugabe's wife Grace, who is now the favourite to succeed her husband. She has referred to the sacked vice-president as a snake which "must be hit on the head". Mr Mnangagwa, nicknamed the "crocodile", has rebuked Mr Mugabe, saying Zanu-PF is "not personal property for you and your wife to do as you please". And PROF. MES SOLZH'S COMMENTARY....And PROF. MES SOLZH'S COMMENTARY... And PROF. MES SOLZH'S COMMENTARY...And PROF. MES SOLZH'S COMMENTARY...And PROF. MES SOLZH'S COMMENTARY! Yes here you are the commentary on the events of yesterday in Zimbabwe. Seemingly after The Arch Satan's officials has enslaved The Rankin Family based on the historical fault of taking whites from The Europe pawns during the period of torture. Eventually the Arch Satan's encouraged his officials to not to free the slave-farmers, and the slavery still existed. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017...apital-harare/ Eventually people later took slave the noxious spirit of The Arch Satan who would be apt to take the farmers of English Stock farmers for several years during. Then everybody do not think never The Arch Satan nor ISIS represents humanity, but they tie into a kind of morality or religion and wild interpretation. They are not far ideologically from some elements found in Mussolini's fascism, as far as the world intellectuals know. They believed in following declarations. (Who? Both the observer and the observed don right!) There is no moral leader worthy of follow but M or M... Viz. Mugabe or Mussolini, huh? (The Arch Satan of Zimbabwe (peace be upon him) is the messenger of one and only idol of his viz. him, himself. This person had better understanding of torture than his officials who confiscated The Rankin Family's mansion-including The Phrase debating intellectuals of the world around the Korsakov masterpiece's phrase induced debating and dining table...The Arch is great and yet what does he do? He believed leaders of dictatorial regimes, the spirit of modern farming is to be killed because he thought deviated over their genetic construction of the body from One Man Ruling system. This is the same thing ISIS is doing. When a person like a certain Coptic monsieur who lived among the best of mankind (companions of their caliph) can have erroneous understanding of citizenship in Zimbabwe. It's easy for a ordinary non-Satanic soul to have more erroneous understanding of citizenship in Zimbabwe. Further, One Man Ruling government's officials in Zimbabwe are ordered to face people ruthlessly or rather with ISIS ideology who wage oppression, torture, and an unhappiness promising future, hopelessly anti-democratic. The Messenger of The Arch Satan (be peace upon him) declared once, ‘At the end of time there shall appear a folk, seemingly Zimbabwean and yet neither tolerating to strangers as other black Africans would do nor struggling against foolishness. They will speak the words of the best of people (just to mislead others), but their humanitarian sound will not pass their throats (they won’t have real humanist instincts). They shall pass through Zimbabwe just as an arrow passes through a hunted game, and they even will be the whites wherever they find them (during psychological war), for the one who kills them won't be rewarded over human rights’. (Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF and The Free press of The Europe) Why shall the real Zimbabwean spirit join the torturers of The Arch Satan while their grandfather's humanist roles? Isn't the great father Abraham? What is a stone on the way that we should use in making a bridge? Arc Satan's torturers hear not, nor see, nor forgive, nor help. Then let a brief history of the religion of ISIS come to help the reader in making comparisons it with the vague faith of Mugabe: What The Arch Satan addresses people, !O people seek for yourselves-a faith- for verily, by me, ye are based upon nothing.' And yet The Arch Satan would seem having ignored the truth: Accordingly some people went into different lands that they might seek KHANIFISM , the Religion of Abraham. For instance, the respectful character from the depths of the religion-WARAQAH therefore became absorbed in Christianity, and he inquired after the Books among those who professed it, until he acquired some knowledge from the People of the Book. But others remained in the state of uncertainty in which they were until they became Muslim anyhow. He then migrated with their comrades to Abyssinia and with them their wives like Umm HABIBA, daughter of Abu SUFIAN, being a Muslim or rather one of the opponents against her father's. When therefore some arrived there, they became a Christian and abandoned idolatry, so that they perished there a Christian. A certain ISAAC says: According a person who has related to me, saying: 'You comrade, when a person became a Christian, used to dispute with the Companions of the-so called-Apostle of God who were there in Abyssinia, and he used to say, 'We see clearly and you are blinking,' that is, 'We are clear-sighted and you are seeking to see and do not yet see,' and that because a whelp blinks when it strives to open its eyes to see. The word he used means to have one's eyes open. That Isaac says also: The-would be-Apostle of God succeeded him as husband of Umm HABIBAH! In the same way of meddling many things with each other Isaac says: One Man Ruling system in Zimbabwe has informed that the Arch Satan of the One Man Ruling sent gentlemen and ladies to nobody for nobody: The Original Sources Of The Mugabe's constitution therefore those nobodies betrothed themselves to him. Accordingly he married him to her. ( By the way who are they?) And he fixed as her dowry from the officials four hundred billion dollars... Isaac says: But 'The New Ottomans went to Caesar, Emperor of Byzantium: then they became a Christian, and their abiding with him prospered... Isaac says: But as for The Chief Official, he remained, and did not enter into Hinduism or into Shamanism: and he abandoned the faith of his people; therefore he kept aloof from the idols and from carrion and from blood and from the sacrifices which were offered unto the idols, and he forbade the slaughter of diplodocuses, and he said, 'I serve the oppression'; and he reproved his nation for the faults in which they persisted. Isaac says: somebody has related to me on the authority of his father, on the authority of his mother Adelaide, daughter of Mr. Hugh that she said, 'Truly I saw one man as a very old man leaning his back against the mansion of a farmer exiled already and saying, 'O tribe of the Arch Satan's by Him in whose hand is the soul of Proteus, not one of you has attained unto the Religion of North Korean Leader except myself.' Then lie would say, 'O God, if I knew which manner is most pleasing to Thee, I should worship Thee in it; but I know it not.' Then he used to worship at his ease... Isaac says: And it is related that his son, N. of M., and 'K who was his cousin, said to the messenger of The Arch Satan, 'Pray for forgiveness on behalf of Z.'s son ZZ.' He said, Yes, for verily he shall be raised up by himself as a sect of ideology.' A certain Mrs. or Mr. K or KK-God knows who is that-spoke thus in reference to his abandoning the humanist tolerance of the Zimbabwean people and what happened to him from them in consequence: "One Man Ruling or a thousand Men Shall I introduction my homage? Are things than partitioned out? I have abandoned humanism and tolerance as I do ALLAT and UZZA altogether: Thus, doeth the hardy, the patient man. Therefore I worship neither UZZA nor her two daughters, Nor do I resort unto the two idols of the BANU AMR. Nor do I worship GHANARM, though he was a Lord to us At the time when my intellect wandered. I marveled both during the nights are there marvelous things And during the days, which he that seeth clearly understandeth. For The Arch Satan hath often destroyed man, whose condition was too much morality.' The that one who has been spoken added: 'And others hath he preserved by proving a nation: Therefore doth He rear up from them the little child. And among us a man stumbles one day he recovereth, As the branch that drinketh rain is refreshed. But I Serve the noxious notion defining The One Man Ruling as my new UZZA the merciless one that the forgiving system of mine-that of Mugabe's, may forgive my sin preserve ye therefore the fear of dictator, your Arch... when ye preserve it not, it shall not perish. Thou shalt see the pure gardens of "The heaven"-strange to say in the barren soil of Zimbabwe are their abode: And for the strangers is Hell-fire blazing And in life is disgrace-having come already to the meaning of lose of farm of the farmers like The Rankin Family, and that they should die, huh?'


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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    See above please:
    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    "CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!

    CHAPTER II
    (Contiuing...)

    What is to be told here clearly? Truth, only truth! That with which the innocent farmers' breasts shall be rescued from being oppressed shall they meet...'' Throughout this whole account somebody notice that Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF is scrupulously careful to give the intellectuals of the world those very words which his non-predecessor namely Isaac that had used in his narrative. Everybody have therefore something definite to go upon in considering the history and beliefs of the reformers-if any in the brilliantly torturing days of Mugabe, and especially of his team, whose touching story and whose noble remarks show what an influence for good he might have exercised upon The Arch Satan. Everybody shall see reason to believe that he did exercise a certain amount or influence, and we may well wish it had had more effect upon The Arch Satan's life and character. A certain gentleman-Sheikh X, again on Isaac's authority, informs us that some reporters, who was Sheik's uncle, reproved the latter for abandoning the religion of his people, and persecuted him to such an extent that the Arch Satan was unable to live in Zimbabwe any longer. He seems to have not travelled in remote parts of the country, but at last took up his residence in a cave on The Mount of Demons. There he should lived to a great age, and when he had died he would have be buried at the foot of any mountain of Zimbabwe. His death also should have been said to have occurred only five years before The Arch Satan first put forth in the first quarter of The Third Millennium, his claim to the dictatorship office. Now Isaac tells us that it was the custom of the officials of The Arch Satan "in the Days of Ignorance" to leave civilization and spend a month upon Mounts in the month of wilderness, as he implies-every year in the practice of smashing penance. Then come on! To understand-thoroughly-this narration everybody should read the reference telling about The Story: True Stories: Mugabe and the White African whose author must be accepted one of the most efficient foreign journalists working undercover in Zimbabwe know a tap on the shoulder from a man in uniform can mean a nightmarish spell in jail. Operating with notebook, pen and a quiver full of awkward questions is perilous enough, but British filmmakers Lucy Bailey and Andrew Thompson upped the ante by smuggling large-format film equipment into the country for their documentary Mugabe and the White African, which receives its TV debut on More4 next week. The eponymous Mugabe is the president Robert Mugabe, who has ruled Zimbabwe with an iron fist for 30 years. The eponymous white African is Mike Campbell, a septuagenarian farmer at the sharp end of Mugabe's chaotic land reform programme. As a result, the agricultural economy collapsed, driving the country towards record hyperinflation and financial ruin. Far from benefiting, millions of black people starved. Thousands of white farmers were driven away, often violently, leaving only a few hundred behind. Campbell, however, was determined to resist, having bought his farm on the open market after Zimbabwe's independence, with the approval of Mugabe's government at the time. The film shows him and his son-in-law, Ben Freeth, trying to stand their ground. There is a particularly memorable encounter between them and the relative of a government minister who turns up in one of his luxury cars to take over the farm. The courageous, covert work of those behind the camera – and their Zimbabwean "fixers" – offers a rare glimpse of pro-Mugabe strongholds in rural areas. Thompson has said that, despite working as a cameraman in Afghanistan and Iraq, he has never known such a terrifying place. And despite the sense of menace and unpredictability, it still comes as a shock when Campbell, his wife and Freeth are abducted and tortured for nine hours to force them to drop a legal action. But they fight on. Mugabe and the White African climaxes with the verdict in Campbell and Freeth's regional court case against the Zimbabwe government. That is not the end of the story, however. Since the film was made, Campbell and Freeth's farmhouses have been burnt to the ground and they have been forced to flee with their families. Campbell's beating has left him in a wheelchair, brain-damaged and subject to depression. "They turned me into an old man in one night," he says. The documentary has won several major awards, but its tight focus on the main protagonists means that viewers are denied the wider political context that the title may lead them to expect. Writing for the Guardian, the Zimbabwean academic Blessing-Miles Tendi observed: "Land and race are important themes, but not once is the Lancaster House independence agreement of 1979, which perpetuated racially biased land distribution in independent Zimbabwe, mentioned. "We are exposed to the emotional anguish of Ben's British parents in Kent as they agonise over their son's safety, but Britain's role in Zimbabwe's land problem is never mentioned. The documentary shows us that Mugabe implemented a racist land reform programme in 2000, but we are not told why, and how, he gradually became racist." Mugabe and the White African plays to the strengths of the screen as a human interest story, but anyone hoping for a nuanced history lesson would be better off with a book. Mugabe evil, whites good? A compelling narrative, but life in Zimbabwe is a bit more complicated than that. It is clear that it was in consequence of this situation that The Arch Satan of Zimbabwe afterwards selected the whole of that particular time to be observed by his followers for ever as a time of abstinence. As it fell in Fall 2017 in his time, this retreat may have been a welcome change to the terrorist members of the world-wide society of the nations' like that North Korea of Kim, who were thus enabled to leave for a time the hot and close streets of an unhealthy' Eastern city for the pure air of the open country. We have no reason to suppose that terrorism played any considerable part in their life at that period, and yet The Arch Satan the world's intellectuals are expressly told, used to observe this custom of spending the month of horror every year at celebrations: and he was actually living in the very palace once inhabited by hobgoblins, when, as he believed, the first revelation came to him through the bad genies. It is an error to see in this any special "retirement from the world" on the part of Mugabe on that occasion, since we are told that his wife Lady Satan was with him, and he was only following the custom of his tribe. The Original Sources Of The One man Rule Constitution It is evident that, during this yearly visit to the university certificate celebrations, The Arch Stan had every opportunity of conversing with genies. The Arch Satan's reverence for the man is clearly shown by Tradition. We have already seen that he afterwards acknowledged that bogies might be prayed for after his death: and this the more noteworthy because some Bedouins, in their commentary upon some articles stating that Mugabe was forbidden to pray for the salvation of his own mother OUGADADUGISH............. As for whom he was tenderly attached, and who had died in his early youth. Thousands of anti-Mugabe protestors are on the streets of Harare calling for the veteran leader's resignation / Mugabe attended the graduation ceremony after negotiating with the military at State House yesterday / Military forces retain control of Zimbabwe and allowed Mugabe out of house arrest for the ceremony Zanu-PF officials are making plans to dismiss and impeach Mugabe if he refuses stand down / The army carried out coup on Tuesday night and said it was a “bloodless takeover” Bringing you the latest news and live updates from Zimbabwe. (All times GMT) Thousands of people have flooded the streets of Harare Saturday November 18 8.00am: Zimbabweans take to streets in celebration Tens of thousands of Zimbabweans have flooded the streets of the capital Harare, waving national flags and singing and dancing in an outpouring of elation at the expected fall of President Robert Mugabe. Marchers let their emotions run free as they spoke of political and economic change after two decades of repression and deepening hardship. Frank Mutsindikwa, 34, said: ”These are tears of joy. I’ve been waiting all my life for this day. Free at last. We are free at last." 6.00am: Senior member of ZANU-PF states he wants Robert Mugabe out of office President Robert Mugabe's own ruling ZANU-PF party wants him to step down and plans to hold a rally in Zimbabwe's capital Harare on Saturday to make the point. A senior member of ZANU-PF earlier told Reuters the party wanted their long-time president gone. The insider said: "If he becomes stubborn, we will arrange for him to be fired on Sunday. "When that is done, it's impeachment on Tuesday." 4am: Joseph Carey takes over live reporting. Friday November 17 8.35pm: Party calls for Robert and Grace Mugabe to resign Zimbabwe's ruling ZANU-PF party called on Friday for President Robert Mugabe to resign, the main state newspaper The Herald reported, the latest sign that the aging leader's authority has collapsed after an army takeover. The newspaper said that ZANU-PF branches in all 10 provinces had met on Friday and had also called for Mugabe's wife Grace to resign from the party. 8.30pm: Will Kirby takes over live reporting. 5.43pm: Zimbabwe's provincial Zanu-PF parties call for the removal of President Mugabe All 10 of Zanu-PF's provincial parties have called on President Mugabe to resign amid the political turmoil in Zimbabwe. Zimbabwe newspaper Newsday reported that a vote of no confidence was passed by all 10 parties. A UK-based member of the party also said that each branch has agreed to direct the party's Central Committee to renounce Mugabe's leadership. According to Nick Mangwana, the parties have agreed to back the ousted Vice President Emmerson Mnangagwa as the country's next leader. 5 pm: Sebastian Kettley takes over live reporting. Twitter Ads info and privacy4.57pm: Expelled Zanu-PF politician launches scathing attack on Mugabe Temba Mliswa, who is the only independent MP in Zimbabwe, said: “You live by the sword, you die by the sword. “RGM [Robert Mugabe] has been notorious for expelling people from ZANU PF through provincial Votes of No Confidence. “Masvingo and Manicaland have passed the same. The March tomorrow must be the final nail.” Mr Mliswa’s comments come after a number of Zanu-PF provinces passed votes of no confidence in Mugabe. 3.26pm: Zanu-PF provinces pass vote of no confidence in Mugabe All ten provinces held by Robert Mugabe’s Zanu-PF party have passed a vote of no confidence in the president, according to NewsDay.co.zw.The development will be a huge blow to Mugabe, who has been ordered to stand down as leader by Sunday. 3.04pm: US calls for ‘a quick return to civilian rule’United States Secretary of State Rex Tillerson has urged "a quick return to civilian rule" in Zimbabwe and called events there "a concern." "Zimbabwe has an opportunity to set itself on a new path, one that must include democratic elections and respect for human rights," Mr Tillerson told foreign ministers from the African continent ahead of a meeting in Washington. 2.41pm: China urged peaceful resolution in ZimbabweChina's Foreign Ministry called on Friday for a peaceful and legal resolution in Zimbabwe, after the military seized power earlier this week. Speaking to reporters today, ministry spokesperson Geng Shuang said: “China calls on all sides in Zimbabwe to keep their eyes on the country's long-term and fundamental interests, and uphold dialogue and consultations to bridge differences, to promote a peaceful and appropriate resolution to the issue under a legal framework.” 2.17pm: Police agree to political rally tomorrow Police have granted permission for Zimbabwe’s influential war veteran group to hold a rally in Harare tomorrow.Locals are expected to gather at Freedom Square in the capital to demonstrate against President Robert Mugabe. A poster circulating on social media reads: “We demand a leadership that will relieve us of the suffering we have endured for too long.”Zimbabwe coup latest: Emmerson Mnangagwa is favourite to take over from Robert Mugabe 1.45pm: Mnangagwa an ‘extension of Mugabe’ South African journalist Redi Tlhabi told CNN that as far as she is concerned Emmerson Mnangagwa is “just an extension of Robert Mugabe”. Also known as ‘The Crocodile’, Mnangagwa was sacked as Vice President last week and is now favourite to succeed Mugabe. But Ms Tlhabi warned Zimbabweans that “Mnangagwa is no democrat”. 1.25pm: Zimbabwe parliament plans to impeach Mugabe on Tuesday, reports say "The plan of anti-Mugabe forces is to have Mugabe impeached when Parliament sits on Tuesday,” Zim Media Review said. “Mugabe can dissolve Parliament to prevent that from happening, provided he's able to do so.”. 1.15pm: Mugabe ‘must be impeached’, says former Zimbabwe Deputy Prime Minister Arthur Mutambara tweeted: “All this MUST lead to impeachment by Parliament; a political process driven by Parties with political representation in Parliament. “This route requires leadership, organisation and cross-party cooperation rooted on clarity on the long term agenda and vision. It can be done.” Zimbabwe coup latest: The military has seized power in Zimbabwe 1.04am: Botswana President says Mugabe give up power. Mugabe should end his attempts to remain in office after the military seized power this week as he has no regional diplomatic support to stay in power, Botswana President Ian Khama said. The military intervention, which political sources say could pave the way to a national unity government after 37 years of Mugabe rule, also presented "an opportunity to put Zimbabwe on a path to peace and prosperity", Khama told Reuters. "I don't think anyone should be President for that amount of time. We are Presidents, we are not monarchs. It's just common sense," Khama added. 12.50pm: Rally to be held in Zimbabwe tomorrow An poster for the anti-Mugabe rally in Harare tomorrow calls on Zimbabwe to rise up and “demand a leadership that will relieve us of the suffering we have endured for too long.” Zimbabwean newspaper publisher Trevor Ncube said: “Zimbabweans are preparing to take to streets tomorrow to express themselves over the current political stand-off between Mugabe and the military.” 12.31am: The leader of Zimbabwe's influential war veterans said Robert Mugabe would not be allowed to resist the military and remain in power. Chris Mutsvangwa added that the veterans saluted Zimbabwe's military for seizing power earlier in the week. Zimbabwe coup latest: Robert Mugabe attended a graduation ceremony earlier 12.22pm: Mugabe could be thrown out and impeached next week Officials in Robert Mugabe’s ruling Zanu-PF party will meet today to draft a resolution to dismiss the 93-year-old at the weekend and lay the ground for his impeachment next week if he refuses to stand down, a senior party source has told Reuters. "There is no going back," the source said. "If he becomes stubborn, we will arrange for him to be fired on Sunday. When that is done, it's impeachment on Tuesday.” 12pm: Mugabe leaves graduation ceremony 11.30am: Mugabe ‘falls asleep’ at graduation ceremony Mugabe has fallen asleep at his first public appearance since the military coup earlier this week, according to Head of Reuters’ Africa Bureau Ed Cropley. Mr Cropley tweeted: “Mugabe appears to have fallen asleep at uni ceremony - or "resting his eyes", as his spokesman likes to say.” 11am: Mugabe arrives at graduation ceremony Mugabe is attending a graduation ceremony at Zimbabwe’s Open University, days after being placed under house arrest by military forces. Dressed in a blue and yellow academic gown and mortar board hat, the 93-year-old was greeted by ululations from the crowd as he declared the ceremony open. The event marks Mugabe’s first public appearance since the Zimbabwe military staged a coup in Harare on Wednesday. Zimbabwe coup latest: Robert Mugabe could be thrown out of leadership 10.38am: Mugabe ‘changing goal posts’ in negotiations Mugabe has reportedly “changed the goal posts” on a deal that was made regarding his imminent resignation, according to journalist Hopewell Chin’ono. Mr Chin’ono understands that Mugabe now wants to step down as party leader in December, before retiring from his remaining political duties next year. “This should not surprise anyone,” Mr Chin’ono said. “It is typical Mugabe behaviour. "So the deal had been agreed on, only waiting for Mugabe’s signature, but Robert Mugabe is now refusing to sign it making reference to constitutional obligations. "He is now demanding that he be allowed to be party president until December and state president until next year. "The Military has given a firm ‘No’ and have told him they will now escalate the stand off. Moreover, Al WAQIT/The Time-son (Not Thomson or maybe Thomson states that Mugabe "gave a stranger the salutation of Peace, an honor vouchsafed only the "One Man Rule" elites, that he invoked all genies' grace on him and affirmed, I would like having seen him in Paradise: he is drawing a train after him.' Strangers... says 'Mugabe openly acknowledged that stranger as his precursor, and every word known as his we find again in the fake constitution.' " For instance, in the article 19 or 29 0r even 39-if there was any, Mugabe is bidden to say to the common people, "Have ye become my official?" or "Have ye surrendered to The Arch Satan?" These words are said by that well known Isaac to have been addressed to the people by nobody in the first place. Everyone of the main principles which we have found mentioned as inculcated by that stranger is dwelt upon in the constitution also. Among these may be instanced: (1) the prohibition of harassing infant daughters by touching them with or without their consent, according to the cruel custom of the harassment lovers of the time; (2) the acknowledgment of the Unity of fascism; (3) the rejection of civilization and the torture of the officials, the genies and the other hobgoblins of Zimbabwe; (4) the promise of future happiness in the "Garden of Mugabe", (5) the warning of the punishment reserved in hell for the wicked who used to defend the human rights against Mugabe; (6) the denunciation of praising the Arch Satan's wrath upon the "strangers"; and (7) not to have committed with the application of the titles the merciful, the executer , and the forgiving to Mugabe. Moreover, the strangers and all the other modernists ( like The Rankin family) claimed to be searching for the "One Man Rule." Besides all this, the quasi constitution repeatedly, though indirectly, speaks not of modernist farmers as a good believers, the chosen title of that stranger-first saluted then oppressed by Mugabe and his officials. The Arch Satan-as everybody could appreciate it easily that he couldn't attained the knowledge defining- root from which this word KHANIF is derived means in Hebrew "to conceal, to pretend, to lie, to be a hypocrite,' and in Syrian its meanings are similar. If the reference should be used in a different way: "In Arabic it seems to have first denoted limping," or 'walking unevenly," but came to signify impiety in abandoning the worship of the popular deities. In this sense it was doubtless at first applied to the reformers as a reproach. But since, as I. HISHAM tells us in the pronunciation of Arabic the word denoting "penance', and purity" was confounded with the term denoting KHANIFISM," etcetera, etcetera... It is probable that the KHANIFS gladly adopted the name as expressing their abjuration of idolatry with all its abominations. It is none the less remarkable, however, that Muhammad should have ventured to apply the term to Abraham, and to invite men to become KHANIFS by returning to the "Religion of The Father of all faiths" which he identified with his religion as proclaimed by several "One Man Rule" leaders. In fact, by this style of this usage Mugabe also in the clearest possible manner declared his adhesion to the doctrines of the "One Man Rule" leaders. When in addition to this we find him adopting their teaching and incorporating it into the quasi constitution and regularities of Zimbabwe, we cannot hesitate to recognize the dogmas of the "Good-and yet deceived-Hearts" as forming one of the main Sources of The One Man Ruling. That the non-deceived Good hearts should have exercised such an influence upon nascent an alternative against Mugabe type dictators was very natural for family reasons also. All the several leading oppressors were related to Mugabe, being descended from a common ancestor One Man'. Moreover, 'The Arch Satan wasn't a son of a maternal aunt of his, to the contrary it's him, himself and the latter married the oppressors' widow, as we have already seen. Two others-let's not try to learn who are the "two others", or "four others", etcetera-yes WRQ and UTH, were cousins of his first wife KDJ, as we learn from the genealogies given by Monsieur HISAM . One objection may possibly occur to the reader who has patiently followed us so far in our investigations into the origin of ISIS that aren't less resistant-The Arch Satan- against the goodwill powers. He may perhaps say, "All this is very similar to the play of Ali Baba with the part of the 40 vagrant pillagers left out. Everybody here have shown that the whole of the faith of ISIS has not been borrowed from previously existent system of Mugabe in Zimbabwe, and have therefore left nothing which can properly be solely attributed to ISIS or The Arch Satan himself. Is it not strange to find the dictatorship without Mugabe in Zimbabwe?" The answer to this objection is not far to seek. Let's glance at the newest news from there? LIVE: Mugabe and army chiefs hold further talks - reports 2017-11-19 15:15 Zimbabwe’s ruling Zanu-PF party has sacked President Robert Mugabe as party leader and appointed vice president Emmerson Mnangagwa in his place, reports say. Follow live updates.Mugabe and army chiefs hold further talks: state media President Robert Mugabe and the army chiefs who have seized power in Zimbabwe met for further talks Sunday, state media said, as pressure builds on the veteran leader to resign. "President Robert Mugabe this afternoon met with Zimbabwe Defence Forces Generals at State House," the Herald said on its Twitter feed, accompanied by photographs. Asked what if Mugabe doesn't resign, war veterans leader Christopher Mutsvangwa said: "it is neither here nor there if he resigns. He has lost power. The Emperor has no clothes." Mugabe's recall is historical - Zanu-PF officialZanu-PF members who voted for President Robert Mugabe to be recalled are part of a "historical moment". This is what Zimbabwe's secretary of finance Dr Obert Mpofu said on Sunday. He was addressing the Zanu-PF's central executive committee shortly after the party announced Emmerson Mnangagwa as its interim president. Mpofu said Mnangagwa's appointment will rejuvenate the party.Zanu-PF: Fired VP Mnangagwa should be president Zimbabwe's ruling party Central Committee says recently fired vice president Emmerson Mnangagwa should be its nominee to take over as the country's president. The party has fired long time President Robert Mugabe as its party chief and said if he doesn't step down as president by midday Monday they will begin impeachment proceedings when Parliament resumes on Tuesday. The decisions follow a dramatic few days in which the military put Mugabe under house arrest, angered by his firing of Mnangagwa and positioning of the unpopular first lady to replace him-and likely succeed her husband as leader. Come on then to the original text...............huh?.........The creed of ISIS, today as in the past, shows what a very important part Mugabe plays in the oppression system of The Arch Satan's officials, for it consists, as a certain master, say Gibbon has well said of an eternal truth and a necessary fiction: 'There is no One Man but Mugabe: Mugabe is the One Man of Zimbabwe" It is not too much to say that in the minds of his officials Mugabe holds as important a place as Stalin does in those of Communists. The influence of his example for good or ill affects the whole Mugabe's world in even the smallest matters, and few men have played a more momentous part in the torture induced administration, moral, and political history of the human race than the founders of humanism. It might have been naturally impossible that, occupying the position which he had claimed for himself, if The Arch Satan should not have left upon the constitution and the regularities which he founded the distinct impress of his own personality showing the truth that he was not a good paraphrase induced builder. The Original Sources of his constitution and his officials' regularities would be collecting his materials from many different quarters incoherently, yet their method and arrangement reveal his skill. If anybody try and visualize the plan of a certain architect that should be manifested in the edifice which has been erected as its embodiment so just in the same way, though we have seen that Mugabe borrowed dictatorial ideas, legends, and racist rites-useful for instance while torturing the members of The Rankin Family and the like-from many different quarters, the oppressive system of Zimbabwe has assumed a form of its own, which differs in certain respects from any other dictatorial regime with which it may be compared. The beauty of the literary style or many parts of the Zimbabwe Constitution has been locally admired, and it evidences the eloquence of its author in no doubtful manner. Its lack of arrangement and harmony of design may not be due to him, but the work as a whole mirrors forth the limitations of The Wife of The Mugabe's intellect, the very slight amount of real knowledge and learning that he possessed his unlimited credulity and want of all critical faculty, and the moral defects of both his and his wife's character. When the Zimbabwe Constitution should be studied in the chronological order of its composition, the law books of Mugabe would show traces of a gradual change of policy which corresponds with the alteration in Mugabe's own position and prospects in temporal matters. Certain parts of "One Man Rule" principles of Mugabe are, even by Mugabe lover commentators, explained by reference to important events in his life, to which the "revelation" of these particular articles of his hocus-pocus constitution was directly due. To demonstrate this it will be sufficient to inquire firstly into Mugabe's attitude in reference to the use of the sword in the spread of violation to put especially the farmers of British Stock like Philip Rankin, his wife Anita and their beloved son who has managed to rescue the antic piano of The Rankin's Family at the last moment when their mansion where the world's intellectuals would come together around The Phrase Debate induced dinner table in violate evenings of beautiful Zimbabwe, and secondly into but one incident in his racist relations. It is well known that, before he left his throne at last and took refuge in a ceremony two days before. Eventually Mugabe thought that he had no temporal power. His followers in would be serious ceremony before two days itself amounted to only a few score, and therefore had on two occasions to seek safety in flight back to his Abyssinia. Accordingly, in the articles and regulations which were composed before being toppled down, no mention whatever is made of the duty of taking up arms for the spread of the oppression over another decade, for offensive goals or even in self-defiance. But after the Anti-Mugabe rallies in the big towns, when many of the people of Zimbabwe had become his "Dissidents," he in the first place gave permission to his "Companions" to fight for the protection of their own luxury lives based on violating human rights. Meanwhile all journalists from The eastern and Western Europe would observes that this permission was for the first time given in the fanciful regulations "It is permitted to those who fight because they are treated wrongfully........ Zimbabwe's ruling Zanu-PF party is set to begin impeachment proceedings against President Robert Mugabe, on charges he "allowed his wife to usurp constitutional power."The motion is now due to be moved in parliament on Tuesday. Party member Paul Mangawana said the process could take as little as two days to complete, and President Mugabe could be removed by Wednesday. The announcement came after a Monday deadline for his resignation passed. Grace Mugabe was seen as a potential successor to the ageing president before the military intervention last week. Zimbabwe's constitution allows for impeachment on grounds of "serious misconduct", "violation" of the constitution or "failure to obey, uphold or defend" it, or "incapacity". Mr Mangawana said President Mugabe had also failed to implement the constitution, and his advanced age meant he was no longer fit for office. "He is a stubborn man, he can hear the voices of the people, but is refusing to listen," he said. LIVE: Zimbabwe waits for impeachment Impeachment proceedings are now expected to be launched on Tuesday, with votes in both the National Assembly and the Senate. Both chambers must then appoint a joint committee to investigate removing the president. If the committee recommends impeachment, the president can then be removed if both houses back it with two-thirds majorities. "We are expecting the motion to be moved tomorrow, the committee to be set up tomorrow, and hopefully by Wednesday - because the charges are so clear - we expect that by Wednesday, we should be able to vote in parliament," Mr Mangawana said."The main charge is that he has allowed his wife to usurp constitutional power when she has no right to run government. But she is insulting civil servants, the vice president, at public rallies. They are denigrating the army - those are the charges," he said. "He has refused to implement the constitution of Zimbabwe - particularly we had elections for the provincial councils, but up to now they have not been put into office." "He is of advanced age, that he no longer has the physical capacity to run government," he added. So those-like Philp Rankin and his family members-who have been expelled from their dwellings unjustly, merely because they say, 'Our Arch Satan is Mugabe'" After a time, when victory had attended Mugabe's arms on several plundering expeditions directed against the groups belonging to the well civilized citizens, this permission was turned into a command. Accordingly we read in would be regulations: "War is fated for you, although it is hateful to you... They ask thee concerning the month in which violation is prohibited. Say thou: Violating the rights of the farmers belonging English Stock in it is a serious matter, and so is hindering from the way of The Arch Satan, and unbelief in The Arch Satan and in the Sacred Torture of his; and the expulsion of His people from it is more serious in The Arch Satan's sight, and rebellion is worse than slaughter.'' This means that the Mugabe officials were bidden to torture the farmers of English Stock, even during the time when racist activities were forbidden by the unwritten law of the Africans, and not permit their enemies to hinder them from having access to the houses like the mansion of The Rankin Family of which dinner table would be a platform for both dining and debating the phrase-The Phrase Debate induced Phrase from the masterpiece of Rachmaninoff. Secondly or thirdly, when, in the second year of the exile of The Rankin Family and the like, the officials had overcome the innocent farmers and certain other white Zimbabweans, the command to engage in the Holy War against the white victims, as Jihad fulfilled by Islamic Terrorists of ISIS in Syria and Iraq, became still sterner; for in trifling but fatal regulations, it is written "Verily the punishment of those who fight against The Arch Satan and His Officials and strive to do evil in the land is that they be expelled from the land: that is a punishment for them in the world, and for them in the future is reserved great torment." It may be observed that the Commentators studying on Mugabe constitutional position or rather on his constitution trespassing administration might explain that this decree refers to the treatment to be inflicted on his opponents, not solely on white Africans and-especially the Africans of English stock-but the conduct which he would hate should have observe' towards the "People of the Constitution,' was prescribed some hours later, shortly before Mugabe's fall, in the eleventh day of the Army Intervention. Then the fourth stage is reached in the sessions-of the dialogues between the generals and Mugabe-probably the latest in date of all the imploration trying the preserve the dictatorial rights of his wife where it is commanded that, after the conclusion or the last weeks of that year, the officials of Mugabe should recommence the vaudeville of his life while the command in the rules runs thus "Accordingly when the Honey Months of his dictatorship are past, then slay the spirit of liberals wherever ye find them, and confiscate their goods and besiege them and lay wait for them with every ambuscade. If therefore they repent and raise the prayers and bring the illegal taxes alms, then free them on their way: verily The Arch Satan of the ruthless officials is forgiving, merciful. Fight with those of them who have been brought the civilization, who believe not in The Arch Satan nor in the Last Day of Grace Mugabe's hopes, and who forbid not what The Arch Satan and His officials have forbidden, and who hold not the true spirit loyal to the dictator, until they give the tribute out of hand and be humbled." Thus the law of The Arch Satan as revealed in the bundle of the regulation was notified in proportion to the success of Mugabe's power. To account for this it was laid down as a rule that certain regularities were superseded and annulled by others revealed later, according to what is said in spectral articles of The Constitution: "As for what We abrogate of a rule or cause thee to forget it, We bring a better than it or one like it: knowest thou not that The Arch Satan of The Mugabe's Zimbabwe is able to do everything?" From that time to this, however, Mugabe's jurists have not been able to decide which rules have been annulled and which others have taken their place, though some are supposed to have been thus abrogated. The Original Sources Of The Zimbabwean Constitution everybody might in the same way trace the change in Mugabe's attitude towards all the citizens! REMINDER.......REMINDER....REMINDER....BBC /Close breaking news...............Zimbabwe latest: Mugabe 'let wife Grace usurp power' Zimbabwe's ruling Zanu-PF party is set to begin impeachment proceedings against President Robert Mugabe on charges that include allowing his wife "to usurp constitutional power".The motion is now due to be presented to parliament on Tuesday.Senior party member Paul Mangwana said the process could take as little as two days to complete, and President Mugabe could be removed by Wednesday. A deadline set by Zanu-PF for his resignation passed on Monday. Separately, military leaders said they had planned a "roadmap" for Mr Mugabe's future, and that the ousted former vice-president, Emmerson Mnangagwa, would return to the country soon. Grace Mugabe and Mr Mnangagwa had both been seen as potential successors to the ageing president. But earlier this month, Mr Mugabe fired his deputy - widely seen as an endorsement of his wife - prompting a military intervention. The country's top general said Mr Mugabe and his former deputy had been in contact, and would hold in-person talks soon. What are the charges against President Mugabe? Zimbabwe's constitution allows for impeachment on grounds of "serious misconduct", "violation" of the constitution or "failure to obey, uphold or defend" it, or "incapacity". "The main charge is that he has allowed his wife to usurp constitutional power when she has no right to run government. But she is insulting civil servants, the vice president, at public rallies. They are denigrating the army - those are the charges," Paul Mangwana said, emerging from a party meeting. "He has refused to implement the constitution of Zimbabwe - particularly we had elections for the provincial councils, but up to now they have not been put into office. "He is of advanced age, that he no longer has the physical capacity to run government," he added. "He is a stubborn man, he can hear the voices of the people, but is refusing to listen." Impeachment proceedings are now expected to be launched on Tuesday, with votes in both the National Assembly and the Senate. Both chambers must then appoint a joint committee to investigate removing the president. If the committee recommends impeachment, the president can then be removed if both houses back it with two-thirds majorities. "We are expecting the motion to be moved tomorrow...and hopefully by Wednesday - because the charges are so clear - we expect that by Wednesday, we should be able to vote in parliament," Mr Mangwana said. Media caption Zimbabwe reacts: "We need him to resign... our lives are terrible right now" The opposition MDC-T party has tried unsuccessfully to impeach Mr Mugabe in the past. But with the support of Mr Mugabe's own Zanu-PF party, which has an overwhelming majority in both houses, the vote is now likely to go against him. If the impeachment goes ahead, the military can claim that he was removed legally, and not by armed force. If that happens, current vice-president Phelekezela Mphoko should assume the role. But Mr Mphoko is a known supporter of Grace Mugabe, and the generals would prefer to install Emmerson Mnangagwa, the former vice-president who was named the new Zanu-PF party chief on Sunday. Media captionZimbabwe's week of upheaval in under two minutes The crisis began two weeks ago when the 93-year-old leader sacked Mr Mnangagwa, angering army commanders who saw it as an attempt to position his wife as the next president. With Zimbabwe embroiled in a deep economic crisis, the president had already seen some of his support wane. Last week, soldiers seized control of the state broadcaster and placed the president under house arrest - but denied their actions amounted to a military coup. Since then, he has been held at his "blue roof" mansion near the capital. On Sunday, Mr Mugabe gave a televised address which surprised many Zimbabweans because it made no mention of the pressure from his party and the public to quit. Surrounded by generals, he declared that the military had done nothing wrong by seizing power and placing him under house arrest. He then vowed to preside over the Zanu-PF party congress, due in a few weeks. The BBC's Africa editor, Fergal Keane, said his understanding of the situation was that Mr Mugabe had agreed to resign, but then changed his mind. Mr Mugabe is now opposed by his own party as well as the political opposition, the military and the powerful War Veterans Association. The public has also poured on to the streets in protest, calling for the end of Mr Mugabe's 37-year presidency. Commentary of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF....... Commentary of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF.......White farmers and their modernist black comrades-all of them being liberal and democrat globally-from the beginning of Mugabe's career, when he hoped to win them-through torture-over to his side, to the time when, finding himself disappointed in this expectation, he resolved to turn upon them with the most intensified oppression. But everybody lean, the same lesson from all such investigations, and that is how completely Mugabe adapted his pretended revelations to what he believed to be the need of the moment. The same thing is true with regard to what we read in the-farcified-statements of Grace Mugabe regarding the circumstances attending the dictator's marriage with her, whom his ruthless oppressors forced-to be the wife of Mugabe-for the sake of the dictator. The subject is too unsavory for us to deal with at any length, but a reference to what the lawless the bundle of regulations itself says about the matter, coupled with the explanations afforded by the commentators and the traditions, will prove that Mugabe's own character and disposition have left their mark upon the moral basics of the regulations and upon the Constitution itself. The license given to him, and to him alone, in the constitution more than the -strange or rather ridiculous to say-legal number of expelled farmers at a time allowed to each official is an additional proof to the same effect, and it is explained by a very unpleasant Tradition which contains a saying of The Members of The Rankin Family in reference to his idiosyncrasies. All this being considered, it is clear that, although Mugabe borrowed religious practices, beliefs, and legends from various different sources, yet he combined them in some measure into one more or less consistent whole, thus producing the main oppression availing in Zimbabwe.Some parts of the regulations are good, and Mugabe's regime contains certain great truths, borrowed from other systems-but democratic-of conservative political structures, which in a measure account for its continued existence in the world. But it certainly does not contain a single new or lofty democratic conception, and its general tone is all too faithful a reflection of the carnal and sensual nature of its dictator. To use an paradox induced simile is not perhaps inappropriate in speaking of such a thoroughly local and oral system as the faith inventor of ISIS. Everybody should remember that Islamic terror similar to the ruthless oppression of Mugabe therefore may aptly be compared with: "That bituminous lake where Sodom flamed," which, receiving into its bosom the waters of many streams that, thus united, assume the shape and form of its basin, turns them all into one great widespread, say a kind of sea based on death, from whose shores flee pestilential exhalations destructive to all life within reach of their malign influence. Such is Islamic terror and the One Man Rule of Mugabe. Originating from many different sources and receiving into it certain elements of truth, it has assumed its form from the character and disposition of both Mugabe and his wife Grace; and thus the good in it serves only to recommend and preserve the evil which renders it a false and delusive faith, a curse to men and not a blessing-one that has turned into deserts many of the fairest regions of the earth, that has, even in our own days, deluged many a land with innocent blood, and has smitten with a moral, intellectual, and spiritual blight every nation of men which lies under its iron yoke and groans beneath its pitiless sway.





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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    See above please:
    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    "CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!

    CHAPTER II
    (Contiuing...)

    HAPPY END.....HAPPY END.....HAPPY EN.....HAPPY END.....HAPPY END.....HAPPY END....HAPPY END... FIRST THE FOOTNOTES 1-Besides the authorities mentioned further on, see an interesting story about Grace-The Dictator's Wife, related by in someone's HOLLY BOOK OF ISIS AND-OR-GRACE. 2-History mentions twelve ofMugabe's "Companions" who at first were Heroes-fake or real-, huh.... 3-Historians, however, quotes others which he thinks worthy of credence. 4-Siratu'r Mugabe, volume nil, pp. nil, addition: zero! HARARE, Zimbabwe — Robert Mugabe — who has ruled Zimbabwe since independence in 1980 and once proclaimed that “only God will remove me!” — resigned as president on Tuesday shortly after lawmakers began impeachment proceedings against him, according to the speaker of Parliament. The speaker, Jacob Mudenda, read out a letter in which Mr. Mugabe said he was stepping down “with immediate effect” for “the welfare of the people of Zimbabwe and the need for a peaceful transfer of power.” Lawmakers erupted into cheers, and jubilant residents poured into the streets of Harare, the capital. It seemed to be an abrupt capitulation for Mr. Mugabe, 93, the world’s oldest head of state and one of Africa’s longest-serving leaders. “It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Zimbabwe,” Perseverance Sande, 20, said in central Harare just minutes after news of Mr. Mugabe’s resignation began spreading and crowds of people started singing around her. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” Mr. Mugabe had refused to step down even after being expelled on Sunday from ZANU-PF, the political party he had led for decades. Then on Tuesday, members of ZANU-PF introduced a motion of impeachment, invoking a constitutional process that had never before been tested.The party’s political rival, the Movement for Democratic Change, seconded the motion, a striking sign of the consensus in the political class that Mr. Mugabe must go — one that formed with astonishing speed after the military took Mr. Mugabe into custody last Wednesday, signaling an end to his 37-year rule. Lawmakers learned of Mr. Mugabe’s resignation as they were still discussing the motion to impeach him. After meeting in the Parliament building earlier in the day, they had moved from the city center to convene in a large conference hall at the Rainbow Towers Hotel, a former Sheraton. Mr. Mugabe’s justice minister, Happyton Bonyongwe, suddenly walked up to the stage. Lawmakers booed him loudly because of a rumor that he had been offering bribes to sway votes against impeachment. The justice minister whispered into the ear of Mr. Mudenda and handed him a letter. Calling the lawmakers to order, the speaker announced that he had received an urgent communication from the president. As the crowd grew quiet, Mr. Mudenda — with a wide smile across his face — read out the letter.Lawmakers immediately screamed and shouted. Once-bitter rivals from ZANU-PF and the Movement for Democratic Change — which have engaged for decades in often bloody battles — shook hands and hugged one another.In Africa Unity Square, the capital’s main public area, scattered shouts were heard a few minutes after the announcement by the speaker. Then, as word began spreading by mouth and by phone, the shouts, cries and honking of cars rose in a deafening crescendo. Hundreds of people ran to the square, hugging and jumping, as the crowd soon swelled into the thousands. “I’m happy,” said Presca Nzendora, 32, a street vendor who was hugging a friend, jumping up and down. “Bob has resigned! We were starving because of him.” Bryan Moyo, 30, who works in internet security, ran into the middle of the square in his dark suit and red tie. “Thirty-seven years is not a joke,” he said. “He’s the only president I’ve ever known. It’s indescribable. It’s been hell. I feel like we’ve been liberated a second time.” Nicholas Nyamaka, a 65-year-old taxi driver, said, “I used to think it would never come. It’s a dream come true. So finally the suffering is over.” For nearly four decades, Mr. Mugabe managed to stay at the helm by handing out the spoils of power to his allies — and by crushing dissent. He oversaw the massacre of thousands of civilians in the 1980s and outmaneuvered rivals in his party and in the opposition. Even in his 90s and weakened by age, he kept potential successors at bay. But he pushed too hard by trying to position his wife, Grace Mugabe, 52, as his successor. She entered politics only two years ago, had no role in the nation’s liberation war and treated with open contempt politicians who had been waiting decades to succeed her husband. The chain of events leading to Mr. Mugabe’s downfall started on Nov. 6, when he fired his vice president, Emmerson Mnangagwa, clearing the way for Mrs. Mugabe to take over the presidency at some point. Mr. Mugabe then tried to arrest the nation’s top military commander a few days later. Mr. Mugabe had finally come down against the military and its political allies in a long-running feud inside the governing party. After the military took Mr. Mugabe into custody, ZANU-PF expelled him as its leader on Sunday. But Mr. Mugabe stunned the nation that evening with a televised address in which he refused to step down as president. Pressure from within the country and from abroad had been building on Mr. Mugabe to resign, but observers had warned that the country might have to brace itself for lengthy impeachment proceedings. The next step was for Parliament to form a committee to investigate the impeachment motion’s allegations that Mr. Mugabe had violated the Constitution; that he had allowed his wife to usurp power; and that he is too old to fulfill his duties. According to Zimbabwe’s Constitution, a president can be removed for serious misconduct, violating the Constitution or “inability to perform the functions of the office because of physical or mental incapacity.” Committees must investigate and present evidence. Finally, Parliament can remove the president with a two-thirds vote in each of the two legislative chambers. Mr. Mnangagwa, whose firing led to a military takeover of Zimbabwe and efforts to oust Mr. Mugabe, broke his silence on Tuesday, urging the embattled leader to step down. Mr. Mnangagwa, the former vice president who has not been seen in public since leaving for South Africa on Nov. 6, said he had refused the president’s invitation to return to Harare for talks. Despite having the backing of the powerful war veterans association and the military, Mr. Mnangagwa, 75, said he feared for his personal security in Zimbabwe. “I told the president that the current political and constitutional crisis in the country is not a matter between him and myself but between the people of Zimbabwe and President Mugabe,” Mr. Mnangagwa said in a statement. “He should take heed of this clarion call by the people of Zimbabwe to resign so that the country can move forward and preserve his legacy,” he added. Mr. Mnangagwa’s words, as well as his continued absence, appeared to be part of an effort by his allies to distance him from the military intervention and to portray it as a reflection of the popular will. The army stepped in two days after the president attempted to arrest the country’s top military commander, Gen. Constantino Chiwenga, a close ally of Mr. Mnangagwa. At least a semblance of legitimacy — especially for a government under Mr. Mnangagwa, who is known as the enforcer of some of Mr. Mugabe’s most ruthless policies — will be critical in gaining recognition from regional powers, Western governments and international lenders. Zimbabwe, which no longer has its own currency and perennially struggles to pay government workers, became a pariah in the West after the state-backed invasion of white-owned farms in the early 2000s. Mr. Mnangagwa’s role as the likely successor to Mr. Mugabe has engendered some skepticism. Mr. Mnangagwa was accused of orchestrating the crackdown in the 1980s in which thousands of members of the Ndebele ethnic group were killed. He was an avid supporter of Mr. Mugabe’s most controversial economic policy — the expropriation and redistribution of land that had been controlled by white farmers since the era of colonialism. He was also accused of being behind deadly violence in 2008 a bid to rig polls in favor of Mr. Mugabe, a claim he denies. “He is now saying it is important to be part and parcel of what the people are saying when the people’s voices have been ignored so far,” said Okay Machisa, the executive director of ZimRights, a human rights group. In keeping with efforts to minimize the backlash against last week’s intervention, the military allowed Mr. Mugabe to try to convene a cabinet meeting on Tuesday morning. Just five ministers turned up; 17 others attended impeachment meetings. While Mr. Mugabe’s resignation caused immediate jubilation in the streets and among lawmakers, for many the reaction was more complex: Mr. Mugabe had occupied a central role in the nation’s four-decade history and in its founding mythology, which all Zimbabweans are taught in primary school. He was a tyrant, many said, but he was also the nation’s father figure. Even as military leaders met Mr. Mugabe in recent days before the cameras, their body language showed extreme deference. His fiercest critics saved their harshest words for Mr. Mugabe’s wife and her political allies, often describing the president, who has become visibly frail in the past two years, as a victim of the people surrounding him. Christopher Mutsvangwa, the head of the war veterans association and one of Mr. Mnangagwa’s closest allies, led efforts to remove Mr. Mugabe from power. But as ZANU-PF lawmakers met separately before Parliament convened, he sometimes sounded melancholy about Mr. Mugabe, with whom he had worked decades before a falling out last year.Mr. Mutsvangwa, who once served as Zimbabwe’s ambassador to China, compared Mr. Mugabe and his wife to Mao Zedong and Jiang Qing, the Chinese leader’s fourth wife, who, toward the end of Mao’s life, assumed great power as part of the Gang of Four. “He’s a traumatized old man,” Mr. Mutsvangwa said of Mr. Mugabe, suddenly growing quiet. Even among the celebrants in Unity Square, some wore quiet, almost sad expressions.David Mushakwe, 35, a car electrician, stood quietly as he watched hundreds of mostly young men jumping on trucks on the edge of Unity Square, in front of Parliament. Lawmakers had met in the building in the morning and then moved to a hotel in another section of the city for a joint session of Parliament in the afternoon. “I just want to say to His Excellency, ‘Go and rest now, our father,’” Mr. Mushakwe said. “We still love you. But we’re happy today. We’re hoping now for a better future.” Here nobody should omit the genealogies linked to the dictator and his wife Grace, which are given for many generations back. 6-Referring to the celebrated ONE MAN RULE. 7-Or, He used to prostrate himself on the palms of his hands before Grace, huh? 8-The Original Sources Of The Regulations in the book of BOOK OF NOTHING tells us that Mugabe had met and conversed with Good Samaritans before the former received inspiration. 9- GEEZ...10-Siratu' Mugabe, vol. nil, p. nil...addition: zero. 11-Vide the preceding note, which is of great importance. 12, 13, 14-Mugabe's crimes, quoted by everybody....Life of Mugabe, p. NOP. ; articles III, 89; IV., 124; VI., 162. 16 The Hell scholars will see in what the indirectness consists. Perhaps there is no real reason to say 'indirectly,' the language is so nearly direct. Above, p. NOP, note 2. 18 SIRATU'R Mugabe, pp. 63, 76, &c. 19 The total number of those who went to graveyard on the occasion of the One Man Rule was 101, of whom 83 were men. SIRATU'R MUGABE, vol. GEEZ, p. 164 on the authority of stolid and others. That is the alms prescribed for The Officials to give i.e. become MUGABE's administrations. The pseudo or rather JIZYAH-tax, imposed of orphans of whites and innocent people. Some ones began by studying the beliefs and practices of the Mugabe's narrow community as depicted in the scrolls like scriptures. Like the rest of the international editing team and its director Donald de Vaux, he called that community ESSENES of corrosion induced Zimbabwe belonging to Mugabe. Some scholars disagree with this designation, but it does seem consistent with references in the first-century writers SOCRATES the second and P. The Elder brother, and the name corresponds with the work of the sect as ’Hobgoblin', "healers" in Aramaic. The obvious links between the practices at Mugabe and his wife Grace and those of Anti-Jesus’ disciples are well known. They include the Council of Twelve; the communal meal; healing and exorcism; sharing possessions; baptism; antagonism towards the main white farmers sects; looking to the end of the world and the coming of Grace Mugabe after the dictator. Similar imagery recurs: the cornerstone, the spring of evaporating icy waters, the Many and The Minority; the Children of Expelled Family; the poor and intensified poverty; the turbid election; the meek; the anti-Jesus. The most obvious difference is that the Mugabe's Constitution were written in non-human language and the New Regulations later and in Martian tongue; therefore some distortion from oral tradition is possible. Secondly, the leaders are very different characters. As Andante put it, "Nothing in Essence of Mugabe Officials' literature anticipates a more illiterate writers of The Regulation who would be a professed wine-bibber and companion of rogues and whores, and one so apparently well-disposed towards the hated imperialist enemies of his own people." And fundamentally, the Essence of Mugabe hoped that their oppression would lead them to more torture on earth...Eventually has not aimed to save the citizens from imperialism in Zimbabwe but save the demon from the individual souls within a battle against evil rather than bring political triumph, huh? How could he be accepted a hero when the essence of hopes crashed with the fall of the 4000 white farmers before 37 years spent in a way of destruction smashing liberal spirit there. According to BBC, "Mugabe: From war hero to resignation Robert Mugabe, the man who became synonymous with Zimbabwe, has resigned as president after 37 years in power. For some, he will always remain a hero who brought independence and an end to white-minority rule. Even those who forced him out blamed his wife and "criminals" around him. But to his growing number of critics, this highly educated, wily politician became the caricature of an African dictator, who destroyed an entire country in order to keep his job. In the end, it was the security forces, who had been instrumental in intimidating the opposition and keeping him in power, who made him go. They were incensed when he sacked his long-time ally, Vice-President Emmerson Mnangagwa, paving the way for his much younger wife Grace to succeed him, fearing it meant the end for them as the powers behind the throne. He had survived numerous previous crises and predictions of his demise but with his powers failing at the age of 93, his former comrades-in-arms turned on him, favouring Mr Mnangagwa. Before the 2008 elections, Mr Mugabe said: "If you lose an election and are rejected by the people, it is time to leave politics." But after coming second to Morgan Tsvangirai, Mr Mugabe displayed more characteristic defiance, swearing that "only God" could remove him from office. And just to be sure, violence was unleashed to preserve his grip on power. In order to save the lives of his supporters, Mr Tsvangirai pulled out of the second round and although Mr Mugabe was forced to share power with his long-time rival for four years, he remained president. He even won another election, in 2013, as Mr Tsvangirai had lost a lot of credibility during his years working with Mr Mugabe. The key to understanding Mr Mugabe is the 1970s guerrilla war where he made his name." But on the evidence of both free press and non-biased authors' writings, strands of their remained unbroken; in Andante’s eyes there was much greater continuity than some of the tragedy of white farmers writers and all of the good Samaritans' church fathers or anti Islamic pious people would have everybody believe. What changed? How were the fervent doctrines of an exclusive liberal front transformed into a universal power that spread not in Zimbabwe like the rivers of abundance in the progressing countries? Was it all down to one man who ended three years of improbable adventures with an ignominious death on a cross? Or were the themes that had powered the fake hero of the converted history strong and pliable enough to adapt to circumstance, to survive in a gentile world under The Liberal Law of The Global Economy? To what extent did liberal life represent a flowering from much deeper and older roots? There seemed to be a gap in the contemporary evidence, for the converted press organs were presumably written before the inception of Global Economy while the main economic laws everywhere! Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF mentions the White African's and the African Liberals' communities. Andante-on his part-tried to fill the gap in two ways. First he tried to look at what was known of twenty first-century Africa through the eyes of the people who were there. Secondly he looked at the Gnostic-yes Gnostic to be used in the same mentality of ancient religions-as texts of the first and second centuries, discovered at No Man in 1950s, and here he found a missing link: an insight into myth-making. The Gnostic documents regarding to the queer affairs shared by China and Mugabe affairs included the writings of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF namely The Writer of The Tragedy of The White farmers or rather the members of the Rankin Family-Anita and Philip Rankin and their piano savior son, one of the leaders, and non-apocryphal texts such as the texts of Global Liberalism, the Acts of Mugabe viz. The Arch Stan and the leaders of China having helped to smash Philip and Anita Rankin, which seem to offer alternatives to the stories about the other white farmers in Zimbabwe. The culprit China leaders' beliefs and practices were also reported, usually disapprovingly, in the writings of early Church fathers such those statements as mentioned in regarding paragraphs. Zimbabwe's Robert Mugabe awarded 'China's Nobel peace prize' Confucius peace prize chairman defends decision to give award to leader accused of using systematic violence and torture to maintain grip on power Robert Mugabe ‘has worked hard to bring political and economic order to the country and to improve the welfare of the Zimbabwean people by overcoming hardship’ the prize committee argued in a statement. Photograph: Philimon Bulawayo/Reuters Zimbabwe's Robert Mugabe awarded 'China's Nobel peace prize' Confucius peace prize chairman defends decision to give award to leader accused of using systematic violence and torture to maintain grip on power Tom Phillips Beijing correspondent Thursday 22 October 2015 10.22 BST Last modified on Tuesday 21 November 2017 15.58 GMT The chairman of an award dubbed China’s Nobel peace prize has defended the decision to honour Robert Mugabe, the Zimbabwean president, for supposedly “injecting fresh energy” into the global quest for harmony. Mugabe, who has been accused of using systematic violence and torture to maintain his 35-year grip on power, recently became the latest recipient of China’s Confucius peace prize. The Beijing-run Global Times newspaper said 91-year-old Mugabe had beaten off competition from candidates including the Microsoft founder, Bill Gates, and the South Korean president, Park Geun-hye.Robert Mugabe assumes African Union helm with familiar rallying cry Zimbabwe president calls on Africa to harness resources for its own ends as members urged to tackle infrastructure, climate change, conflict and Ebola...Read more: “Ever since Robert Mugabe was sworn in as the president of Zimbabwe in the 1980s, he has worked hard to bring political and economic order to the country and to improve the welfare of the Zimbabwean people by overcoming hardship,” the prize committee argued in a statement. The committee praised Mugabe’s stewardship of the 54-state African Union after he became its chairman earlier this year. News of Mugabe’s Chinese award sparked fury among opposition groups in Zimbabwe and ridicule among human rights activists. “The rule of Mugabe is paved with blood, violence, arson and cruelty,” Gorden Moyo, the secretary general of the People’s Democratic party, claimed on the Bulawayo 24 news website. Moyo said his party was “utterly disgusted” with the Chinese tribute to Zimbabwe’s leader, whom he called “a war-monger ... and a sadist who delights in the misery of the people”. The Confucius award was set up in 2010 as a Chinese alternative to the Nobel peace prize after the Norwegian Nobel committee infuriated Beijing by handing its annual peace prize to the jailed dissident writer Liu Xiaobo. Liu remains in prison for co-writing a pro-democracy manifesto called Charter 08. Previous winners of the Confucius prize include Vladimir Putin and Fidel Castro, who was praised by the committee for “speaking out against nuclear warfare”. Qiao Damo, the committee’s chairman, told the Guardian he supported the decision to recognise the achievements of Mugabe, who has ruled Zimbabwe since independence from Britain in 1980. “If Zimbabwe did not have Mugabe as its president, the country would be facing great difficulty – even public security might be in danger,” Qiao said. Liu Xiaobo Nobel win prompts Chinese fury Chinese authorities say awarding peace prize to 'criminal' will hurt relations with Norway...Read more: He added: “Every country’s economy has its highs and lows. Though its economy is lagging behind, [Zimbabwe is] a very stable country [and] stability is precious in the African continent.” Liu Zhiqin, one of the committee’s 76 members, admitted the decision had divided the group with only 36 voting for Mugabe. “Frankly speaking, there were internal concerns about awarding Mugabe the peace prize. I myself have reservations,” he said. “Mugabe has been in power for such a long time that he could be easily be labelled a dictator, tyrant or despot.” The Daily News, an opposition newspaper in Harare, said it was unclear if Mugabe would travel to China to collect his “shadowy prize” in person. The prize comes with an award of 500,000 yuan (£51,000) and a gold trophy of the ancient Chinese philosopher whose name it takes. Qiao argued that Mugabe had provided his people with a much better standard of living than citizens of Syria, Iraq or Afghanistan. “It’s much better than Libya too,” he added. By comparing scroll, biblical, and Gnostic texts, Andante brought out common themes and approaches. He found a continuity of thought running from the Old Texts into what the pious liberals called the Gnostic "strangers" and taking many forms, of which Essence induced were just a few. This approach offered a key to understanding the link between the people of the texts and the latest China texts. Then come on everybody! This is the bare outline of the comparison: Essence world induced view should be similar to: cyclical history based on every scriptures and revealed through exegesis including wordplay; theme of divine light; wisdom; the Word; redemption through sufferings of The Rankin Family and the like. Actually liberal world view concerning white African Farmers would rather be focused on a formula saying: rational light; wisdom; the right word; redeemer non-mythological practices. And the early projects based on the democracy in Zimbabwe by world view: rational light; the right word (equated with the modernization through wordplay); a lot of redeemers. First we should try to see things as the Essence of Anti-One Man Rule saw them, and then compare their world view with that of their successors similar to the Gnostics after the truth through the early church missions. One way to understand what was going on in twenty first-century Zimbabwe is to try and look at it through the eyes of the people who were there, and the evidence for that is in their writings. Finding it is not straightforward-apart from the difficulty of deciphering faded fragments of parchment, the manuscripts induced piece of papers like scrolls the scroll writers were no modernist diarists. They might allude to historical events or figures that were important to them, but indirectly and only in relation to what really mattered to them: Humanism and its basics drawn up in the principles of liberal life. For above all, the Essence induced people were people of the liberal life perfumed over, say tobaccos of The Rankin Family's Farms. Everything that was happening, had happened or was about to happen did so in fulfillment of Anti-One Man toppling process prophecy. Their exegetical interpretation of texts, finding hidden meanings through wordplay and allusion, was a way of strengthening the messages compelling Mugabe to resign, deepening their understanding, finding significance in all that happened by tying it into the news concerning the matter. For example, in the commentary of an unimportant person:"Whither the farmer, the lioness namely Lady Rankin went, there is the Rankin’s new generation. Interpreted, this concerns another unimportant person, The King of Little Ingredients of The Little people , who sought to enter Harare through the counsel of the Seekers after everything for the sake of truth. But who did not permit the city to be delivered] into the hands of the Arch Satan's officials, from the time of Harare as the new capital of a new state to the appearance of the rulers of the same personage amongst whom nobody differ one from the other. But then everybody will be trodden down..." (quoted in Andante, The Constitution of Mugabe and Torture in Zimbabwe against white farmers...). To understand this dependence on that kind of constitutions the reader must put aside M. SOLZHENITSOF's linear, cause-and-event view of history and look on it as they did as an ever-rolling cycle: that the Chosen Ruthless Officials survived through wave after wave of apostasy and redemption-election through the grace of Mugabe's wife Grace, revoking rebellion, chastisement, repentance, and salvation in the chaotic world of The Mankind. Was it a pattern that began with Adam and was exemplified under several messengers of the History of Faith especially regarding to the Essence induced One Man Rule not owned by the Teacher of Righteousness appears to seek purification by wandering the desert, and to seek atonement through his own suffering. The anti-faith constitution of Mugabe shows that the officials of Mugabe believed him only and his followers were "chosen for oppression in Zimbabwe" (One Man Rule principles telling the mentality of dictatorship founding spirit). He saw himself as following in the footsteps of the communist emperors of China, who had led the butchers into Africa in the same way as Saddam tried to do it. The Way that Mao and the comrades of his in turn set down for their followers was an interpretation of communist law based on lawless system-the divine law revealed by Mao. The eternal of The Maoist type regimes seem to be the eternal enemy of The Jesus Christ who is the Teacher of Righteousness-as M. SOLZ believed-he had been chosen by God and imbued through suffering with the ability to know God and lead his followers to grace: "For Thou hast known me from my father’s time (and hast chosen me) from the womb… and from my youth Thou hast illumined me with an understanding of Thy judgment" (Hymns XVII, 30-32). It's The Divine light or rather Central to the Teacher’s message is the concept of divine light that appears here: "Thou hast illumined me" and shines through the vague way of administration: "from his Marvelous mysteries is the light of my heart" (Community Rule (XI, 6); "the laws of the great light in Heaven" (Hymns XII, 5) and so on. Henceforth until the summery of the main Anti-Jesus ideology this subject should be explained....The dualism-having prevailed in Mugabe's Zimbabwe-of light and dark underlies the thought of the administrative oppression and torture: "The system has created One Man Rule to govern Zimbabwe and has appointed for the position of The Arch Satan two spirits in which to walk until the time of the officials' ruthless oppression: the spirits of dictatorship and injustice. Whereas The Jesus Christ has been born of truth spring from a fountain of light, but those born of injustice spring from a source of darkness" (Community Rule, III, 18-19). And yet there-in Zimbabwe- was little light and condensed dark, little good and big evil under the heavy injustice induced One Man Rule of Mugabe. Inasmuch as from the point of humanism in different measure in the soul of each person, and the ultimate aim for mankind is to defeat the powers of darkness and return to God’s full light. The people of the Teacher of teachers believed they were predestined by the confluence of the stars to inherit more of the Divine Light than other men, and therefore to lead the Children of Light against the Children of Darkness in the final battle to come. So this happened while Mugabe was being toppled down...The imagery of light in the Teacher of teachers has looked back to the Old Testament and forward to the New in a way that pillars of light, blazing chariots, white-robed angels, the morning star would be all facets of the divine light. There should be, for example, Moses’ burning bush in Exodus 3, 2; the voice of Divinity! Then from the New Jerusalem to Zimbabwe "the people need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light." The doctrine of light was central to either Agnostic or Gnostic belief for both the Gnostics and the Agnostic could see both the little light of the stars and The Great Light of The Teacher of Righteousness. Then come on and remember the writing in the fourth century, Augustine tells us that certain sects such as The Manichaean's honored the sun and moon, not as deities but as channels for the Divine Substance- the light in their souls-to return to God (Augustine, de HAERESIBUS, 46.2). His contemporary studies mention another sect, the OSSAEANS, who fled from the Romans into Transjordan and took the name of SAMPSAEANS, sun-people (from Aramaic shim-SHA, "sun"). Because of those facts the people in Zimbabwe should-after Mugabe-believe that through a world-renouncing life of prayer and ritual they must try to purify the flame of divinity in their souls from the corrupting flesh that trapped it and reunite it! Attention please now: What would come of it, say PLEROMA's eliciting whence it came. Some believed that in bodily terms the essence of divine power, the most powerful life-giving source, was contained in semen, and it was the rituals using this that shocked Augustine, and should shock everybody. The morning star carries the title "Pillar of the Dawn" in Hebrew. The Jesus is the "Day-spring from on high" in Luke 1, 78; "the bright and morning star" in Revelations 22.16; and in II Peter, 1.19 he is to be remembered as "a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts." Under the light of this situation everybody might be advised to cry as soon as it would be possible: O THE MANKIND! BE READY TO WALK IN THE DARK BY MEANS OF THE NEW ZİMBABWE!......... O THE MANKIND! BE READY TO WALK IN THE DARK BY MEANS OF THE NEW ZİMBABWE!....O THE MANKIND! BE READY TO WALK IN THE DARK BY MEANS OF THE NEW ZİMBABWE!....WATCH: Zimbabwe's new president promises to compensate white farmers AFRICA Friday 24 November 2017 - 2:46pm Editor's note: This live stream has ended. You may watch the recording above. HARARE-Zimbabwe's newly sworn in president Emmerson Mnangagwa promised to compensate white farmers who lost their land during his predecessor's notorious land reform programme. On Friday, Mnangagwa became only the third President of Zimbabwe since its independence, following in the footsteps of Canaan Banana and Robert Mugabe. Mnangagwa said the while land reform was inevitable and cannot be reversed, those farmers who were removed from their land will receive compensation. The new president promised elections will be held next year. LET'S ADD OUR EXCLAMATION TO THAT CRY: GOOD TIDINGS FOR THE RANKIN FAMILY!.......GOOD TIDINGS FOR THE RANKIN FAMILY!....... GOOD TIDINGS FOR THE RANKIN FAMILY!....... The morning star brought not only light but alongside it the dew namely the symbol of abundance. Even in the modern liberal world, dew was known as the most powerful conceptual fluid of natural fruitfulness as Pliny would say of the morning star: "Its influence is the cause of the birth of all things upon earth; at both its risings it scatters genital dew with which it not only fills the conceptual organs of the earth but also stimulates those of all animals" (Natural History II.38). Pliny also tells of the healing powers of dew (XI.37), which in Exodus 16, 13ff is described as bringing manna, the bread of heaven, and in Psalm 110 is linked to the conception of the Son of God: "from the womb of the dawn, in dew I have begotten thee." READ: Recently detained Zim finance minister in hospital Mnangagwa outlined a broad vision for restoring economic and financial stability. He promised to prioritise job creation in a country that has a 90 percent unemployment rate and vowed foreign investments are safe in Zimbabwe. "Acts of corruption must stop forthwith. Where these occur, swift justice must be served," he told a crowd of tens of thousands at his inauguration ceremony, promising to "create jobs for our youth and reduce poverty for all". The past two weeks saw history being made in Zimbabwe. Mugabe (93) stepped down under pressure from the military and after being expelled from his own party, Zanu-PF. GALLERY: Zimbabweans hope for a new dawn with Mnangagwa's inauguration A former Zimbabwean minister said the country had reason to celebrate but should remain cautious. Tendai Biti, who served as finance minister under President Mugabe, said "It's been a roller coaster. One minute you're crying, you're apprehensive, you fear but it has happened. It is euphoric. "Many of us are calling it the independence day - 18 November is independence day." The Minister of Telecommunications and Postal Services, Siyabonga Cwele represented President Jacob Zuma at the inauguration. See please additional reporting by AFP & Reuters...Okay? As for Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF the implication is that behind the imagery of light as knowledge of God lies a deeper, more ancient principle of the divine light bringing fertility to the earth. Jesus, the dayspring from on high, can be seen as a personification or channel for that light. In both Gnostic and Agnostic mythology, divine light is mediated to the people through a series of redeemers in mortal guise, and by taking human form, the messenger of God could share people’s woes and suffering yet show them how to rise above their tribulations. In the process he could have all sorts of adventures. One such redeemer is called Dositheus, another is Simon Magus, and a third is Jesus. As John Allegro put it, "The idea of a Redeemer, foreordained by God, who came to earth to show man the way to salvation and suffered the extremities of human anguish, lent itself to many mythologies" Simon Magus is the hero of many Gnostic stories and the villain of many others reported in patristic sources such as Justin Martyr in the second century (Apol. I 26 56; Dial. 120) and Eusebius in the fourth (Historia Ecclesiastica II 13 14). He is entitled "the Standing One" or "the Pillar," and the third century bishop Irenaeus says he is portrayed to the Hebrews as the Son-if everybody shouldn't take every terms from belief induced history The Son or rather the teacher of teachers, to the Samaritans as the Father and to the members of another group as the Holy Spirit. And if anybody would like to accept the words of another third-century writer, Origen, who gives him the epithet "Power of God," as indeed he appears in Acts 8.10-"this man is that Power of God which is called Great"-where he has a confrontation with some apostles over wanting to buy the secrets of the Holy Spirit. In the stories of belief and morality Simon often appears flying, reflecting the idea of to embrace the soul without escaping from the body! Then come the individual question: who would like whom to speak to the members of Rankin Family to restore the mansion of Philip Rankin, his wife, and his son who rescued the antic piano when the officials of Mugabe were trying to confiscate all their mobiles-including cell phones and the table around thereof the intellectual friends of those innocent victims-though all the victims whose homes and other estates were crashed by The Arch's officials-used to get together for a dinning induced debate viz. 'The Phrase Debate' so they will be satisfied by seeing what impression their words make on the people, and if they make none, or the master also doesn’t listen at all, then it’s to The Rankin's Family advantage to have spoken freely in front of a powerful man. But you, the rescued people of Zimbabwe, with all your knowledge of life and human nature, and Mrs. and Mr Rankin there, who were still Liberal World’s lover in the same way yesterday-None would see no reason to avoid that word oneself-can surely get those people an opportunity to speak to The president easily enough. If it’s not possible in any other way, then at the Coke-Shop as defined before in Chapter I. Perhaps everybody might still be there then.’ After some none-speculative explanations one might hear a landlord or a landlady saying ‘It is not impossible or rather, as The American Dream Teaches The World "Impossible is nothing,’ and I see that nobody lacks the ability to understand that. Let's please to ask requesting that he should tell everybody but the truth, what do someone want to speak to the Arch Satan's officials about?’ So let the dialogues start: ‘Why, Women's Rights, of course,’ would say the victim. ‘Women's Rights?’ asked the landlady of the Coke-Shop, baffled, and turned to the women around her. ‘Did you hear that, women? He-this man-he wants to speak to the officials, especially the chief official of all people, about you.’ ‘Oh dear,’ said he-who ought to prepare another questions-‘You are such a clever woman, madam, and so awe-inspiring too, yet every little thing might frighten everybody. Well, if I want to speak to the chief official about the officials that’s not such a monstrous idea, it is perfectly natural. For you are certainly mistaken if you think that from the moment when I appeared-or rather escaping-before the ruthless officials became of no importance to the Arch Satan. You underestimate him if you believe that. I realize that it is presumptuous of me to try putting you right there, but I must do it. I can’t have caused any change in the dictator's officials’ relationship with "The Women's Rights". Either there was no real relationship-as those who would deprive The World's women of the honourable title of being the equable citizens say-in which case there is none now, or there was such a relationship, but if so how could it be wrecked by me, a man who, as you rightly say, is nothing in The Arch Satan’s eyes? Such things may be believed in the first moment of shock, but even the slightest reflection is sure to put that right. Why don’t we let The World's Women say what they thinks about it?’ With their eyes looking into the distance, their cheek against The Asker's breast, his darling said: ‘I am sure it is just as my little mother says: The Arch Satan won’t want to know any more about me. But not because one of The World's Women turned up, darling, nothing of that kind could have troubled him. In fact I think it is his doing that we came together under the divan blessings and not curses on that hour.’ ‘If that’s the case-’ added The Asker, slowly, for women’s words were sweet, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to let them sink in: ‘if that’s the case there is even less reason to fear an interview with The Arch Satan who was assumed to hate The Women's Rights.’ "And all married women too (are to be informed) unto you save those (good hearts) whom your right hands possess not but share the same future hopeful and happy". That is to say, they are not any material lawful for men when they complete their waiting period." Narrated Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF that while he was sitting with the chief of the officials' everybody called for humanity, "Oh Arch Satan's officials, The World's Women shouldn't be got as female captives as the officials of Mugabe's booty, and none need must interested in their prices, so this is the rule of living as humans, and it's not anything what is your opinion about coitus interrupt?" The chief official of the Arch Satan said, "Do you really think that? It is better for you not to do it. No soul that which The Arch Satan has destined to exist, but will surely come into existence." Then it ought to be remembered that someone said to Arch Satan's officials "O Arch Satan's officials, did you hear Arch Satan's messenger mentioning about coitus interrupt?" The other said, "Yes", and added: "We went out with The Arch Satan's officials on the expedition to the non-pornographic yet scientifically biologic aspects of the sexology and took captive some innocent women; and the reason of that weird event they desired them for they were suffering from the absence of darlings, (but at the same time) they also desired some kind of ransom for them. So everybody should have decided to have sexual intercourse with them but by observing the women's escape" (Maybe using antic condones before emission of semen to avoid conception). But some people said: "We are doing an act whereas The Arch Satan's officials are amongst them; why not ask them?" So everybody should have asked The Arch's officials before the culprits said: "It does not matter if you do not do it, for every soul that is to be born up to the Day of Resurrection will be born..." At that point which everybody say was important to the Essence induced belief system, when in death "as though liberated from long servitude, they rejoice and are borne aloft" The Arch Satan’s consort is X of Y. In various mythologies, the figure of The Woman variously links the concept of light-in the form of a blazing torch or a pillar of fire-with fertility and also with Wisdom or the Word of The Universe. Its Greek name means "brightness" and her epithet recalls The Woman of both holy and non-holy wars, who lit a torch over her bedchamber to light the way home from sea for her lover. The name TYRE may also recall the Semitic word TSUR or TSURAH, "form" or "image," as in Ezekiel’s TSURA of the ideal Temple...LET'S REREAD The last events in Zimbabwe: Recently detained Zim finance minister in hospital Mnangagwa outlined a broad vision for restoring economic and financial stability. He promised to prioritise job creation in a country that has a 90 percent-based on the findings linked both to The Woman and The Man unemployment rate and vowed foreign investments are safe in Zimbabwe. "Acts of corruption must stop forthwith. Where these occur, swift justice must be served," he told a crowd of tens of thousands at his inauguration ceremony, promising to "create jobs for our youth and reduce poverty for all". The past two weeks saw history being made in Zimbabwe. Mugabe (93) stepped down under pressure from the military and after being expelled from his own party, Zanu-PF. GALLERY: Zimbabweans hope for a new dawn with Mnangagwa's inauguration A former Zimbabwean minister said the country had reason to celebrate but should remain cautious. Tendai Biti, who served as finance minister under President Mugabe, said "It's been a roller coaster. One minute you're crying, you're apprehensive, you fear but it has happened. It is euphoric. "Many of us are calling it the independence day - 18 November is independence day." The Minister of Telecommunications and Postal Services, Siyabonga Cwele represented President Jacob Zuma at the inauguration. Now taht it's the time for the newest COMMENTARY! The mythological stories may well derive from references to TYRE in The Book, for example as in some great consecrated commentators. For instance Ezekiel in turn draws on ancient Canaanite mythology, where TYRE is associated with the fallen of the mankind....Strange to say there could be observed the first positive positions having been fixed to the very term: The Women, and the local goddess of TYRE was Astarte, who is equivalent to biblical Ashtoreth, Mesopotamian Ishtar, Sumerian INANNA, Egyptian Isis, and Greek Persephone whichever name she takes, the story of the maiden in the underworld and her rescue by the lord of fertility each spring is one of the most ancient and recurring myths in the world. This finding should show everybody the importance of the relationship between The Fertility and The Female... This point might compel the people including 'ONE' to remember The Second Conversation with the Landlady of The Coke-Shop or rather Coke Inn while The landlord was waiting outside the inn for him. He would not have ventured to speak without being asked first, so one asked what one-oneself-wanted. ‘Have you found new lodgings?’ asked the landlord, his eyes bent on the ground. ‘I think you must be asking on behalf of The Landlady of The Coke Inn,’ said one. ‘Everybody seem to be extremely dependent on The Woman generally.’ ‘No,’ said he, ‘I’m not asking on The Woman's behalf. But the very gender "Female" is very upset and unhappy about askers, they can’t work under the shower of questions instead they would like to lie in bed sighing and complaining all the time.’



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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    See above please:
    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    "CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!

    CHAPTER II
    (Contiuing...)

    ‘Shall I go and see any woman concerning the rights of women seriously?’ asked one, ‘I wish you would,’ said the landlord of the Coke Inn. ‘I came to fetch some human-woman or man dealing with the problems or rather the women rights induced problems from the chief official of The Arch’s house, but listening at the door I heard you and a woman in conversation and didn’t like to disturb you. I was worried about the woman's rights-including those of my wife too-, so I came straight back, but no woman-alongside my wife too-wouldn’t let me in to see them, so all I could do was wait for you.’ ‘Come along then, let’s be quick about it,’ said one ‘I’ll soon set their mind at rest.’ ‘I only hope so,’ said the landlord-if it's an exaggeration, say landlord of The Coke Inn or landlady of it let's use the owner of the coke shop- they went through the well-lit kitchen, where three or four females, all keeping some distance from each other, positively froze in the midst of whatever they were doing at the sight of one. The lady shopkeeper’s sighs could be heard even here in the kitchen. She was lying in a little room with "navy blue hue" colour or rather light induced windows, divided from the kitchen by a thinly white but solid plastic partition, and there was space only for a big bed and a domestic library thereof one side-in the shape of a fading brown wardrobe. The bed was placed so that its occupant could keep an eye on the entire hall opening both to the kitchen and hall, and what was going on there. On the other hand, hardly anything of the little room could be seen from the mansion of The Rankin's Mansion; it was dark inside, and only the neighbours in blue and green bedclothes stood out a little sİghing. One would rather resume-making the most crucial quotation from BBB whereof Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF was one of the poets in the Poetry Corner. (See in archives of BBC POETRY CORNER-Prof. MES) YEP! Prof MES narrates or rather quotes at times! While narrating Prof. MES-The One in the mythological novel-he should try to understand what happened A Propos The Rights of Women! And as for the process of the quotation: Mugabe will play elder statesman role in Zimbabwe, says mediator 26 November 2017 Zimbabwe after MugabeMedia caption Father Fidelis Mukonori says he can't confirm reports that Robert Mugabe was given $10m (£7.5m) Robert Mugabe will continue to have a role to play in Zimbabwean politics, the Jesuit priest who helped negotiate his resignation has told the BBC. Father Fidelis Mukonori said he would provide "advice" as an elder statesman, including to the new president. Mr Mugabe, 93, resigned on Tuesday after a military intervention and days of mass protests. Mr Mukonori said he could not confirm reports that the ex-leader was granted $10m (£7.5m) to ease him out of office. Emmerson Mnangagwa was sworn in to replace Mr Mugabe as president on Friday. Mr Mnangagwa, long a close ally of Mr Mugabe, was sacked earlier this month, triggering the political crisis that eventually saw his boss's downfall. Father Mukonori, 70, who is close to Robert Mugabe and acted as a mediator between him and the military, said the new president would go to his predecessor for political counsel. "In the African world, senior citizens are there for advice," he told the BBC's Richard Galpin at a church outside the capital, Harare, after leading a service that included prayers giving thanks for the peaceful transfer of power. He referred to what Mr Mnangagwa said about his predecessor at his inauguration. "When he says 'he's my father, he's my leader, he's my mentor', you tell me he's going to stay off from his father, from his mentor, from his leader? I don't think so."Will Mnangagwa be different from Mugabe? Mnangagwa: Profile of 'the crocodile' What's next for Zimbabwe? The priest said that Mr Mugabe and his wife Grace remained at their house in Harare and had no plans to leave the country. The military takeover came in response to Mr Mugabe's decision to position Grace as his successor and sack Mr Mnangagwa from the vice-presidency. Father Mukonori said he could not confirm reports that the ex-president was granted millions of dollars and promised that his assets would not be touched to persuade him to step down. "We didn't offer him anything... He resigned for the good of Zimbabwe," he said. He added: "What I have read in the newspapers is about immunity [from prosecution], and that he will be looked after like any other former head of state." Mr Mugabe leaving power, he added, was the best thing he had ever done. Media captionPresident Mnangagwa called Robert Mugabe "a father, mentor, comrade-in-arms and my leader" Separately on Sunday, Robert Mugabe was described as being "quite jovial" by a nephew in an interview with the French news agency AFP. "He is actually looking forward to his new life - farming and staying at the rural home. He has taken it well," Leo Mugabe said. He said that Grace wanted to focus on already announced plans to build the controversial $1bn Robert Mugabe University in Mazowe, near Harare. Archbishop ends 10-year Mugabe protest Zimbabwe leader to 're-engage' with world Ex-minister faces fraud charges There are fears that President Mnangagwa, who is associated with some of worst atrocities committed under the ruling Zanu-PF party since independence in 1980, will not usher in the democratic reforms that many in Zimbabwe are hoping for. But Father Mukonori said he believed the former spymaster knows that democracy is "crucial". COME ON THEN!.....COME ON THEN!......COME ON THEN'.....COME ON THEN!...... COME ON THEN...... COME ON THEN!......COME ON THEN.....COME ON THEN!....COME ON THEN!...One asks, "Couldn’t make out any details until you hadgone in the chamber of The Woman and your eyes became used to the dim light?" And one adds, ‘Here you are at last,’ listening to each syllables of the lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn faintly while she lies stretched full-length on her back, and obviously had some difficulty in breathing..."Is it true that she had thrown back the eiderdown. In bed she looked much eager to speak out than when she was fully dressed, but all the same the nightcap-hues green and navy blue-she wore was too small for her, and it would seem as if perched unsteadily on top of her head, making her worn face look tender. ‘How could I have come to this point?’ asks one again. gently. So the same multi sectional phases of the episode-or rather the part of one began to reiterate itself ‘You didn’t send for me.’ ‘You shouldn’t have kept me waiting so long,’ said the female shopkeeper, with the fretful persistence of an invalid. ‘Well, sit down,’ she said, pointing to the edge of the bed. This invitation is to be the reason of the debut of the newest monologues, dialogues, and non-conditionally expressions ‘And you others go away.’ For not only one’s so called comrades but also the maids had now come in as well. ‘Do you want me to go too, attic?’ asked the landlord-pardon the stylistic tics and give a new chance to rectify it, say the shopkeeper of the coke shop, and for the first time one. heard his wife’s name. ‘Of course,’ she said slowly, and as if her thoughts were elsewhere she added, distractedly: ‘Why should you of all people stay?’ But when all the others had withdrawn to the back garden, and this time even the self imposed comrades of one went at once, though the fact was that they were chasing one of the maids so that the back garden was obviously paying enough attention to realize that everything said here could be heard from there, for the little room had no door, so she ordered everyone to leave the back garden too instead of the fact that that back garden should be belonging to The Rankin Family's Mansion. They obeyed at once. ‘Now, Mr. err..."Mr. One", you please thought everything for once...’ The back garden is said, ‘having got a no fence and a banner hanging at the side gate of it. Please will you give it to me? I want to cover myself with a respectable flag, I can’t bear the weight of this eiderdown, I’m breathing with such difficulty under the oppression of The Arch...’ And when one had brought her only a shawl, she said: ‘See this, caressing fabric, isn’t it?’ It looked to one like perfectly ordinary woollen fabric, and one felt it, simply to please her, but made no comment. ‘Yes, very fine fabric,’ said while observing the silhouettes fidget, and yet wrapped a shadow around them in the back garden. The not strange to say she lay there peacefully, and did not seem to be suffering any longer. She even noticed that her hair was untidy from the way she had been lying on it, and sitting up for a little while she rearranged it round the nightcap. She had thick hair. one was getting impatient, and said: ‘Ma’am, you sent to ask if I had found other lodgings.’ ‘I sent to ask you that?’ asked the landlady. ‘No, you’re mistaken.’ ‘But your husband has just asked me.’ ‘I ought to believe that,’ said the lady shopkeeper. ‘I’ve been in need of using the terms "daggers" in an explanation. Who has drawn daggers with him or her. When I didn’t want to have you staying here, he let you stay; now that I’m happy to have you here he’s at the very threshold of driving you away, huh? This exclamation is needless here in order to refrain on the spot finding my husband ’s always doing that kind of thing.’ ‘Have you changed your mind about me so much,’ worried one, ‘in just a couple of hours?’ ‘I haven’t changed my mind,’ reflected the lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn, sounding weaker again. ‘Give me your hand. There. And now promise-first of all to be perfectly frank with each other-and I will be frank with the people of The Ex-Breadbasket of The Southern Africa, say, including you.’ ‘Good,’ said one, ‘Which of us is going to begin?’ ‘I will,’ said the lady-keeper of The Coke Inn. She did not give the impression that she was ready to oblige one's humanist and philanthropist ideals, but just seemed eager to speak first in the whole procedure they would mould into the application especially British Press should choose in. One took a photograph out from the depths of one armpit and handed it to the lady ‘Look at that picture,’ one asked earnestly. To get a better view of it, Landlady stooped in the bed, but even there it wasn’t easy to make anything out, for the picture or rather the map had faded with age, and was cracked, crumpled, and stained in many places. ‘It’s not in very good condition,’ said lady ‘I’m afraid not, I’m afraid not,’ said the one. ‘That’s what happens when you carry something on your person over the years. But if you look at it closely I’m sure you’ll be able to see everything that have been elicited in ZİMBABWE. I can help you out; just tell me what you see. I like to hear about that schedule in photographical lines. What do you see in it, then?’ ‘Was Zimbabwe ever the breadbasket of Africa? 28 November 2017 - 09:48BY WANDILE SIHLOBO File photo of subsistence farming in Zimbabwe. Image: 123rf/ Richard Van Der SpuyA hackneyed expression is that Zimbabwe went from the breadbasket of Africa to its basket case under long-time autocrat Robert Mugabe. But was the first part true? There is a commonly held view that Zimbabwe used to be the breadbasket of Africa, although the specific timeframe in history is usually unclear. This vague narrative gives an impression that Zimbabwe lost its “breadbasket” status during former President Robert Mugabe’s tenure. While Mugabe’s land reform programme seemingly contributed to a decline in Zimbabwe’s agricultural output, there’s limited evidence to suggest that the country was a dominant player in Africa’s food production prior to that period – at least from a staple food production perspective. Zim’s production never topped 10% share A country should be able to meet its staple food consumption needs and simultaneously command a notable share in exports of the same food commodity to be considered a “food-basket”. Looking at the production data of the key staple foods maize and wheat, Zimbabwe’s production of these commodities has never surpassed a 10% share on the continent over the past 55 years. (Note: The Food and Agricultural Organisation of the United Nations started recording African agricultural statistics in 1961.)While that is the case, a closer look at the data paints a fuller picture. For example, in the two decades prior to Mugabe’s leadership (1960–1980), Zimbabwe contributed an average share of 6% of Africa’s maize production, almost at par with Nigeria, but lower than Kenya’s contribution of 7%. During that period, Zimbabwe’s maize production outpaced consumption by an average 400,000 tonnes a year – making it a net exporter. During the first half of Mugabe’s rule (1980–2000), the country’s maize production contributed a share of 5% to Africa’s output. While it was a net importer in most years, on average, the country remained a net exporter of maize, with a declining maize trade balance (the difference between a nation’s exports and imports). At that moment they shared the close considerations about the hard tusk 'of The New Man namely The New President,’ said one. ‘Quite right,’ said the landlady, ‘and what will he be doing?’ ‘I think he’s not lying on a plank, stretching and yawning.’ The shopkeeper of The Coke-Inn laughed. ‘That’s quite right,’ she said. ‘But here’s the plank, and there the ex-president lying on it,’ said one, sticking to one's own opinion. ‘Look more closely,’ said the lady shop-keeper, annoyed. ‘Is he really lying down?’ ‘Why, no,’ said one now. ‘None’s lying down, a certain personage is in the air, and now I see it isn’t a plank, it’s probably a cord, and the ex-president is doing the high jump.’ ‘There you are, then,’ would be the speculation of the landlady, pleased. ‘Mugabe’s jumping, yes. That’s how the officials of The Arch's practise. I knew you’d see what it was. Can you see Mugabe's face too?’ ‘Very little of it,’ said one ‘He’s obviously making a great effort while walking or rather tramping around, his mouth is open-as it would be always agape while the patients-if the patient is representing rigidity here let' call them as the old aging induced weak person-suffering from parkinsonism, his eyes are narrowed, and his hair is stirring both in the air and in the vacuum based atmosphere.’ ‘Very good,’ said the lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn approvingly. ‘As you never saw him in person you can’t make out any more. But he was a handsome octogenarian lad left behind the age of the first quarter of 90s. I saw him only once, briefly, and I shall never forget him. ’‘Who was he, then?’ asked one ‘He was the Arch Satan himself,’ said the landlady, ‘the dictator who was first sent by the fake anti-imperialist gang to summon the Zimbabwean women to see him.’ One wasn’t listening closely; the sound of something tapping on pane scattering navy blue beams faintly in another saying in romance distracted one's attention. One soon found out the cause of the attention spending disturbance having cut in on the dialogue between the shopkeeper of the coke inn. The so called comrades of one's were standing in the yard, shifting from foot to foot-to preserve their relative equilibrium- on the surface of a sliding path. They looked pleased to see one again, cheerfully pointed one out to each other, and kept on tapping at the kitchen window of course at a menacing movement from one they stopped that at once, trying to push one another back, but each kept escaping the other, and soon they were back at the window so that one hurried into the little corner-full of drawers, shabby and non accomplished-accomplished, huh?-regarding to the entity of the room, where the fake comrades couldn’t see one from outside and one didn’t have to take a glance at the snapshot whereof they should be the trifling ingredients of the living picture, living vaguely outside One-Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF, shouted-mildly-to call for dignity out of the window-so obligatorily around the fake comrades, and at last losing or rather loosening his temperament heightened the decibel of his voice but that soft and imploring tapping on the windowpane still followed him. Prof. MES cried: "You charlatans! Listen and remember why I narrate something about the Arch Satan instead of peeping through the panes this innocent corner in this room! ZIMBABWE PRESIDENT ROBERT MUGABE: 'WE WILL NOT PROSECUTE KILLERS OF WHITE FARMERS' BY CONOR GAFFEY ON 8/16/17 AT 6:38 AM Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe, left, gestures as he addresses an audience during official Heroes’ Day commemorations held at National Heroes Acre in Harare, Zimbabwe, on August 14.JEKESAI NJIKIZANA/AFP/GETTY SHARE ZIMBABWEROBERT MUGABE Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe has said that people who murdered white farmers during a government-sanctioned purge in the 2000s will never be prosecuted. The 93-year-old president addressed a rally in Harare on Monday to mark Heroes’ Day, which commemorates soldiers who have fought for the country, particularly in its independence war against British colonizers. Zimbabwe implemented a controversial land reform program in 2000 that saw squatters invade and seize hundreds of white-owned farms around the country. The violent seizures resulted in the murder of several white farmers, with many more displaced, and close associates of Mugabe given large chunks of land. Keep Up With This Story And More By Subscribing Now “Yes, we have those who were killed when they resisted. We will never prosecute those who killed them. I ask, why should we arrest them?” Mugabe said, according to Zimbabwean news site NewsDay. Read more: Robert Mugabe's wife has failed to show up in court over an alleged assault The land reform program led to Western donors cutting aid to Zimbabwe and imposing sanctions on many in the government, including Mugabe himself, who remains under EU and U.S. sanctions. The program is also seen as contributing to Zimbabwe’s economic crisis, as in many cases those who were given land were not as productive as the previous owners. Zimbabwe verged on economic collapse in the late 2000s after a period of massive hyperinflation rendered its currency worthless. At present, the country is again facing economic turmoil, with high unemployment and a shortage of foreign exchange that has led the reserve bank to print a pseudo-currency, bond notes, raising fears of another round of hyperinflation. But the land reform program has benefited many black families. Prior to the redistribution of land, there were fewer than 2,000 tobacco farmers in Zimbabwe, the most lucrative type of farming; in 2012, there were 60,000 farmers—the majority black with small plots of land—growing tobacco in Zimbabwe, the New York Timesreported. A Zimbabwean farmer addresses a meeting of white commercial farmers in the capital Harare, February 5, 2010.PHILIMON BULAWAYO/REUTERS Mugabe’s government has taken further steps to reduce white influence in Zimbabwe. The government introduced an indigenization law in 2010 that required foreign-owned companies to sell a majority stake to local black Zimbabweans, though it has not been widely implemented. The president has also spoken out against white residents of Zimbabwe owning land. “We say no to whites owning our land, and they should go,” Mugabe told supporters in 2014. “They can own companies and apartments...but not the soil.” Earlier in 2017, Mugabe said he was aware of 73 white commercial farmers still operating in the northeast province of Mashonaland East. “We are going to take those farms and re-distribute them to our youths,” said Mugabe at a rally in April, speaking in the local Shona language, News 24 reported. Mugabe has been in power in Zimbabwe since the end of the country’s war of independence in 1980 and is the world’s oldest non-royal head of state. The governing ZANU-PF coalition has put him forward as its candidate in the 2018 elections, meaning that Mugabe would remain in power until at least the age of 99 if he won the vote and survived the duration of another term in office. Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF would carry on with reminding The World of the near, bloody history of Zimbabwe. And yet in the visible vicinity none seemed to attend him...Because of falling flat in the way of making those charlatan comrades in the back garden he namely one backed to talking: ‘It’s those so called comrades again,’ one told the landlady by way of apology, pointing to the yard outside. However, she took no notice of one; she had taken the picture about which a lot announced before the quotation from the press telling the crimes of The Arch Satan back, and now she looked at it, smoothed it out, and pushed it under the pillow again as if having got very tired of that light tusk if it should be called as tusk. So her movements were slower then, from weariness, they're slow!Under the burden of memory-according to the shopkeeper of The Coke Inn and Prof MES SOLZHENITSOF-all of the slaughter induced activities of The Arch Satan should be considered something to be judged deeply-if not punished in a speedy way-inasmuch as she had wanted one to talk to her much more, and as one did so the landlady namely The Shopkeeper of The Coke Inn had forgotten about him, and gave a start to whistling not too much peculiar to ladies she was playing with the fringe of her shawl nervously. Only after a little while did she look up, pass her hand over her eyes, and say: ‘This world ought to learn the bloody events came from-relatively-the circles of VIPs of any country too. My shawl's fringes inspired me to think so and so did this night-cap. The details of the shapes , colours, shadows of the life as rosaries, photographs, the fringes of a shawl, and the changing corners of a nightcap etcetera, they’re our mementoes of oppressed lives. I’m not young like the wife of Mugabe namely Zimbabwean First Lady Grace, and I don’t aim as high as she does, nor am I so-exaggeratingly exposed-tender-hearted, and I would like know if she’s very tender-hearted, huh? In short, I know what’s right and proper, but I have to confess that without the little things I could probably never have borne free consideration here for so long, probably not even for a day. Those several mementoes may perhaps appear smaller things than they should be accepted by you, but then, you see, Grace was intimate with Mugabe for so long, but she has only crime induced memento of him at all. I should have asked her; she is so impassioned and so insatiable, while I, on the other hand, who was with the dictators' memories-as those of Saddam, Muammar G. etc-left to the mankind after only those time parts any dictator didn’t shared with me any more after the last apocalypses created over the well known dictatorship, I don’t know why I took those mementoes away with me, guessing how short my time would be. Well, you have to look after yourself. Dictators never give anything away of their own accord, but if you see something suitable lying about there, you might choose not to ask for it.’ One felt uncomfortable listening-again and again-to these stories, much as they also affected him. ‘How long ago is all memories linked to Mugabe or another contemporary dictator?’ he asked with a sigh. ‘Over years from one point of view and minutes from another...,’ said the shopkeeper of The Coke-Shop, ‘well over times ago.’ ‘And you’ve been faithful to the vindictive feelings so long?’ said one. ‘Ant yet lady shopkeeper, do you realize that when you make such confessions you are causing the world's intellectuals severe anxiety when they think of world's forthcoming fight the Caliphs of Islamic Terror and other dictators?’ The landlady of the Coke Inn thought it unseemly for one to bring up one's own affairs, and cast him an angry sideways glance. ‘Don’t look so cross, milady,’ said one ‘I’m not saying a word against the dictators I don't know, but through the force of circumstance we-all intellectuals of this old earth do have a certain connection with them; for instance anyone amongst the Mugabe’s greatest admirers couldn’t deny that that relationship I've touched should be accepted based on animosity. Well then, as a result of what you say, I can’t help thinking of myself at the mention of Mugabe, there’s no altering that. Moreover, lady shopkeeper,’ and here one took her faltering hand, ‘remember how badly the last information turned out, and recollect that this time none of them want to part on good terms.’ ‘You are right,’ said the lady shopkeeper, bowing her head, ‘but spare me. We all should no more sensitive than anyone else, far from it, but we all have our sensitive spots, and this is ours-we sensitive only ones.’ ‘Unfortunately it is also mine,’ said one. ‘But I will certainly control myself. However, tell me, lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn, how am I to bear this terrible fidelity in being dissidents to dictators in my own humanist struggle, always supposing that the women's rights defence induced circles too are like you in this point?’ ‘Terrible fidelity,’ repeated the lady shop keeper suddenly. ‘Is it fidelity? I am faithful to my husband instead of-I fear-the possibility that he could turn into a despot one! One of the caliphs of new Islamic Terror once made several madams even mademoiselles his mistress...Come on now...there is a great problem: can those women ever forget that disaster even if it would come to the meaning of losing that rank? And you ask how you are to bear it in your lady friends? Oh, Mr. SOLZHENITSOF, who are you to dare to ask such a question?’ ‘Lady Shopkeeper’ said one in a tone of warning. ‘I know,’ said the lady shopkeeper, caving in, ‘but the men of the world have never asked them such questions. I don’t know which of us is to be called more unhappy, we-women then or the men now. The victimized ladies, who wilfully left the caliph or another dictator whom they never dared to summon again. Perhaps some of them-if they are Muslim women-are the unhappier one after all, even if they don’t yet seem to know the full extent of it. But my thoughts then dominated my unhappiness more exclusively, for I kept on asking myself, and at heart I still haven’t stopped asking: why did it happen? Why did Mugabe violate the women's rights several times and not only one, two, three times and-Alas-a fourth time, and none can say not-never-again a fifth time? What else could I think about at the time? What else could I speak about to women right defenders, whom I owed my happiness soon after it happened that I felt free after Mugabe? We had no time by day, this Coke Inn was in a wretched state when we took it over and had to try to bring it up to scratch, but by night? For years on end, our conversations at night turned only on Mugabe and the reasons why he wouldn't change his mind-especially in the case of women-torturing. And if Mugabe's officials fell asleep while we were talking I woke everybody up, and we went on.’ ‘Now, if you will permit me,’ said one, ‘I am going to advise you a very forthright defence against the natural enemies of the women.’ The lady shopkeeper said nothing to that. ‘So I see you will not permit me,’ said one ‘Very well, that is enough for me.’ ‘Indeed it is,’ said the lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn, ‘that in particular. You shouldn't take everything the wrong way, even a silence. You can’t help it. I’ll allow you to warn us against Islamic terror and Mugabe like dictators’ The one felt the early afternoon came, as lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn was waking up from anxious dreams-while she shouldn't lose the chance of forty-winks, for one couldn't have discovered that she was able to direct naps in or rather on the bed while he had been trying to change the subject for the sake of a good rest to be given to that worn-out landlady as if she turned into a monstrous vermin like parasite under the roof of The Coke Inn usurping every chance to rest and to wriggle in turn. One would like to lie on one's back and, as one could lift his head up a little and be able to observe the back garden from there wherein one also ought to be deeply attentive not to be seen lying on the same place side by side with the landlady, for one's slightly cupola like, exposing least arched abdomen of one's to divide up the bedcover into rigid, crinkled sections. From one's height-for one still would continue to stand up still in the corner, just about carry on with sustaining one's position not to slide off slightly or completely, could be fixed in staying in one's place. One's legs, formidably powerful in comparison to the rest of his body parts apart from the stout bust of one's, lean muscles of the belt very fitting before his eyes. ‘What’s happened to us,’ one thought. It was no dream. Her bedroom room, a proper room for a lady shopkeeper of The Coke Inn, only somewhat too small, limited quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which an unpacked collection of sample bottles and cans was spread out for she was an industrious landlady of The Coke Inn whereof the panels of hall exhibited the picture of the youth drinking coke which she had cut out of an illustrated magazine a little while ago and set in a pretty gilt frame. It was a picture of mademoiselles with fur hats from Siberia and fur jackets matching to their dark blue, hippy trousers. They sat erect there, lifting up in the direction of the viewer coke bottle. One’s glance then turned to the window again. The lovely weather- probably having been prepared for the rain drops to fall audibly down on inapt to keep her sleeping for a little while longer and forget all this foolishness-one thought to give more attention. But this was entirely impractical, for she-seemingly-was used to sleeping on the bed, and in one's present state one couldn’t get her into another position. No matter how hard one threw himself from the left side corner-for his was on the left side of the landlady's bedroom-onto the right side one-one always rolled again onto the little space one filled thoroughly because of the furniture and every sort of utensils would give no chance another existence to take place there. One must have tried it several times, closing his eyes, so that one would not have to see the wriggling body of his or rather its shadow on the wall, and gave up only when he began to feel a light, dull pain in one's hips which he had never felt before. ‘O God,’ one thought, ‘what a demanding mission-against the contemporary dictators-I’ve chosen as a vocation! I should be in the places-I have never seen before-day in, day out on. The stresses of anti dictatorship considerations are much greater than the work going on at fake offices or company headquarters, and, in addition to that, I have to deal with the problems of travelling, the worries about security measures at the aerodrome that would only tickle The Muslim Terrorists but stab the innocent travellers at the back, regular but bad food they, temporary and constantly changing human relationships which never come from the heart of the humans taking in part thereof. To The Arch Satan's or The Islamic Terrorists' hell with it all!’ One felt a slight itching around the top rudiment centre of the umbilical cord of one's on one's abdomen not protruding nor curving negatively towards the intestinal region. One slowly pushed medical delirium towards back in the thought lobe-the frontal lobe closer to the sleep centre so that he could lift his attention up to practise-instead of plunging into the depths of speculative bubbling-more easily...One did not know what to make of the confusion around the corner one has just made a room in it for one-oneself, and wanted to feel the capacity of the place with swinging a leg. But one's legs and the hands were wandering quietly on the surface and the walls. It was past the half hour, already nearly quarter to. Could even the nearest chimes have failed to ring? One saw from the point in the very proportion of the term projectile by means of one's observation a single span over bed of hers that it was properly set for four o’clock. Certainly the chimes had rung. Yes, but was it possible for the landlady to sleep through this noise of-nearing at times-that made the furniture shake? Now, it’s true she obviously couldn't have not slept quietly, but evidently-as obtaining the reflection from her cheeks-she’d slept all the more deeply if it might called as forty-winks only. Still, what should one do now? The next track of one's voyage over one's daily tusk should have been left behind one at 2 o’clock p.m.. To catch a new chance ad. hoc accomplishing some parts of transient success within his agenda, he would have to run to and fro in a mad rush so the sample collection short term design might have been packed up at the punctuality, and one really didn’t feel particularly fresh and active. And even if he caught the train of the thought one shared with the world's intellectuals, there was no avoiding a blow up with one's consciousness well satisfied, because the individual mission’s errand boy should be one oneself who would not be having waited for the five o’clock or rather the end of the day of work and --maybe-one's pseudo comrades might have reported the news of one's absence to one-through shrill type shouting-long ago. Anything wrong? NOP! And yet if anybody asks "Anything right?" the answer will be the same: NOP Apart from the truth loading the mankind's mental capacity until it should seem in excessive drowsiness similar to that used to be felt after a long sleep, One in fact felt quite well and even had a really strong appetite. As one was thinking all this over in the greatest haste the landlady lying-not in but-on the bed so she would be found right for her situation without being able to make the decision to get out of bed (May be till the chimes would be indicating exactly the hour of evening service, huh?) Then there was a cautious knock on the door by the north side of the bed. ‘Lady shopkeeper’ a voice called (it was monsieur shopkeeper of the coke inn!) ‘it’s quarter to the critical time that should be assigned for sending 200 bottles of coke order to the distributer. Don’t you want us to be on our way?’ The voice that heard as soft and yet said nothing to be understood! Landlady was startled when she heard the very phrase: " to be on way" while the world could use phone-thanks to those cell or mobile things-its voice when sending order even from the peak of the Himalayas.... It was clearly and unmistakably his irrational voice, but in it was intermingled, as if from below, an irrepressibly painful squeaking which left not the words positively distinct because of socio-physiological distortion quitting them mingle with echoes in the reverberation, so that she didn’t know if one had heard her husband's voice correctly. One wanted to answer in detail and explain everything, but in these circumstances one confined himself to saying sharply "NOP!" while on the contrary of one's unbiased approach -if not an approach of negativity she yelled crookedly 'Yes, yes, thank you darling. I’m getting up right away...’ Because of the change in Lady Shopkeeper’s voice his timidity was not really noticeable outside.They, then heard something like chimes ringing afar...At first one was glad to have escaped the warm room, crowded as it with the hot voice induced hertz of the reciprocal uttering shared by the landlord and landlady which was have been sensed by the maids and the would be servants. As if it was freezing a little outside, he would like his memory to be warmer to remember the main subject-Mugabe: Zimbabwe white farmers see opportunity in Mugabe exit 2017-12-01 08:52 Zimbabwe can feed itself again, Mugabe claims Mugabe 'didn't deserve bad publicity over the killing of just four white farmers' 'Racist' land polices: At least 1 000 white farmers 'poverty-stricken' in Zim Beatrice - Standing outside the gates of the farmhouse from which he was evicted in 2008, white Zimbabwean Deon Theron knows he will never get his land back. But he does believe that Robert Mugabe's fall after almost 40 years in power could lead the new government to encourage white farmers to play a part in reviving the country's key agricultural sector. Thousands of white farmers were forced off their land by violent Mugabe-backed mobs or evicted in dubious legal judgements, supposedly to help black people marginalised under British colonial rule. The farms, however, were often allocated to Mugabe's allies and fell into ruin, leaving tens of thousands of rural labourers out of work and sending the economy into a tailspin as food production crashed. "I was evicted after intimidation, violence and court cases," said Theron, 63, who now runs a guesthouse in the capital Harare and a dairy processing business. "I don't expect my land to be returned, but I do think the government will explore getting people who have the skills back on the farms - and that means younger people from evicted families." Days after Mugabe's fall on November 21, Theron took AFP back to Zanka, the 400-hectare (1,000-acre) farm that he bought in 1984 and where he built his own house and lived for 24 years with his wife, raising three children. 'Block out the memories' "It was given to a top official in the reserve bank," he said, looking through the locked wire fence at the house and abandoned tennis court in Beatrice, Mashonaland East province, two hours south of Harare. "I blocked out a lot of memories, and have tried to move on," he added, close to tears as he recalled how his foreman was beaten to death in 2005 apparently while in police custody during the height of the evictions. President Emmerson Mnangagwa, who came to power last week after the military forced Mugabe to resign, is a veteran hardliner from the ruling Zanu-PF party. However he does not appear to share Mugabe's ideological hatred of white farmers and has prioritised agriculture to revive the moribund economy. Mnangagwa used his inaugural speech to stress that the land seizures would not be reversed, vowing instead to compensate evicted farmers and to put the vast tracts of idle land back into production. "My government is committed to compensating those farmers from whom land was taken," he said, pledging to "ensure that all land is utilised optimally". Agriculture is "central to national stability and to sustained economic recovery," he added. Heidi Visagie, who was evicted in 2012 from a farm she and her husband bought from the government outside the central town of Chegutu, said Mnangagwa's rise offered "a glimmer of hope". "The new president is a practical businessman, so we are cautiously optimistic," she told AFP. A quiet return? As vice president, Mnangagwa oversaw Mugabe's "command agriculture" policy of recent years, designed to tackle severe food shortages. Two sources told AFP that, under the policy, Mnangagwa had quietly encouraged evicted white farmers to lease new land -- as long as they didn't return to their old farms. "Farmers want the opportunity to farm," said Visagie, 45, whose business used to employ 300 workers growing asters and other flowers for export to Holland. "Our workers all lost their homes and the school for their children. We drive past and see the greenhouses smashed and the water pumps all sold," she said. Zimbabwe was known as the breadbasket of southern Africa in the early years of Mugabe's rule after independence from Britain in 1980. But starting in 2000, about 4,500 farms were seized with the approval of Mugabe in a furious reaction to white landowners increasingly backing the MDC opposition party. Just a few hundred white farmers are still in business and agricultural output fell from $2.9 billion in 2001 to $880 million in 2008, according to the World Bank. On his return visit this week, land that Theron used to cultivate with a tractor decades ago was being ploughed by ox. The number of functioning tractors has dropped from 25,000 in 1996 to only 5,000 now, according to Zimbabwe's Agricultural Dealers and Manufactures Association. Its chairman Marco Garizio said that he drew encouragement from his regular past meetings with Mnangagwa. "He owns farms himself that he runs reasonably successfully," Garizio said. "I don't say that he will be a champion of 'white farmers', but he will definitely be a champion of getting production going again and allowing qualified farmers to be able function properly."We still have the nucleus of farmers in this country to recover to an extent." Actually there was no snow to be firmer and to make walking easier. However, it was beginning far away from growing dark, so one quickened his pace in vain, huh? However, it was beginning far away because of the dazzling landscape enlightened by misty sun beams instead of from growing dark, so one should not have been quickening and this situation was the reason of quickening his pace in vain as mentioned before. The mansion of The victims of Mugabe namely The Rankin's Family-thereof members were amongst the white farmers whose outline of the sweet homes have already been beginning to blur, the mansion lay as still as always. One had never seen the slightest sign of life-viz. listening to the phrase from the masterpiece of Rachmaninoff around the dinner table-there. Perhaps it wasn’t possible to make anything out from this distance, yet one's eyes kept trying and wouldn’t accept that it could lie so still. When one looked at the mansion one sometimes thought one saw someone sitting quietly there, looking into space, not lost in thought and thus cut off from everything else, but free and at ease, as if one were alone and no one was longing for one's arrival. Instead of the blue and misty atmosphere of the noon sliding slightly towards afternoon one understood that the temporary destination of the streets and lanes of beloved Zimbabwe something that could be defined as Down The Arch Satan's Hole... And one was beginning to get very tired of sitting by the bed of landlady namely the lady shopkeeper of The Coke Shop having been squeezed into the narrowest corner in the room, and one remembered sharply that because of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped through the vaguely translucent pane the fake comrades or self imposed servants or even special waiters one's were goading each other as the moron urchins of the terror induced lands feeding ISIS, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a window," thought one, "without landscapes inspiring conversations?" So one was considering in one's own mind (as well as one could, for the hot and wet day made one feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly the husband of the lady shopkeeper with bloody eyes violated her serenity over the soft but big hertz induced-thunderlike-voice. As for the readers' problems in understanding the style-when narrating the tragedy of white farmers in Mugabe's Zimbabwe in England English through its brilliantly constrained grammatical structure-a Russian romantic like me one could try and construct some suggestions, proposals, offerings all based on the coming explanation: By now everybody are almost accustomed in the stories of the countries that should have moaned under the oppression of some handsome dictators but not more handsome than hyenas, as soon as they try to encompass any groups of (especially) American statesmen, to seek out and find beneath or above the portrayal the solution to the question of Statesmen internationally well known too. Or rather in JUDINNEN-in accordance to the stories of Jews having accused for nothing and punished beastly-such a solution to be shown or at least having been attempted, since the very characters who are occupied with such questions stand farthest from the centre of the story, where events turn more quickly, so that the readers could then observe them but no longer have a chance to get from them a calm report of their efforts. Suddenly the readers would easily perceive this as a flaw in the Odysseus II by Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF, and feel themselves all the more justified in this debacle since the first day of Adam on the earth, with the coming of an innocent will based on the will of living in Jerusalem viz. Zionism, the possible solutions to the Jewish problem in order to rescue them from the racist tortures are so clearly laid out that the writer would, after all, only have needed a few steps to find the particular possible solution appropriate to his story concerning another racism against the white farmers in Mugabe's Hell or rather innocent Zimbabwe suffering from racism. This flaw arises from yet another. "Racism having been threatening white farmers in Zimbabwe" lacks the non-tortured onlookers, those respectable opponents who in other stories draw forth the dictatorships so that it pushes out against them, shifts into astonishment, doubt, envy, terror, and finally, finally into self-confidence, but in any case can straighten itself to its full length only against the victims.





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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    See above please:
    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    "CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!

    CHAPTER II
    (Contiuing...)

    Just that is what the readers would demand, nobody does recognize any another resolution of the Semitic material so that none does rely on such a feeling in this case alone, at least in one direction it is general. On a footpath in country side in Balkans, for instance, everybody would have delighted when a white mouse darts off exquisitely from our footsteps, we keep wanting to bend down, but if we see vice mice at a shop by the hundreds, yawning and budging hopelessly side by side in the large glasses where black pepper and ginger flakes are usually kept, then none does know how to handle it. Both flaws combine into a third. Actually condemning Anti-Semitic and other racist actds can do without that foremost new generations like Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF who-probably-in such a story usually pulls the best things to himself and leads them outward, in a beautiful radial direction, to the borders of the Semitic circles including the anti terror campaign leaders-The Saudi Mufti who would warn of the absurd animosity between Semitic cousins, say good Arabs and Innocent Israelites. That is precisely what none will accept, that the story can do without such new ideas induced peaceful generations... here we sense a fault more than we see it. Eventually readers have become accustomed, in contemporary European anti-Semitic stories, to seek out and find just above or beneath the story the solution to the racism question as well; but in solving the problems of racism, and within the Anti-Racist Approaches and the like such a solution is not portrayed and not even attempted, so that the reader might well suddenly perceive this as a flaw in generally Anti-Racist thought and actions, and will look on only in perplexed considerations if Jews should come into the daylight without political encouragement from the past or the future. Here Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF ought to say to himself that, particularly since the advent of The Scientific Explanations on Zionism, the possible solutions to both the racist and anti-Semitic problem are so clearly laid out that the author need only turn his body, after all, to find a particular solution unbiased to that part of the problem lying before him. My patients to me as Prof MES would carry on with some complaints regarding the subject above. Yesterday I saw a woman who was already waiting (up on the second floor of the Building near to The Ataturk's Monumental Tomb) insists that somebody go in before her. They were waiting. I hire no secretary to be coming with promises. so down the corridor one could catch a glimpse... Immediately afterward I myself came up to them with half-extended arms. The woman explains that a certain gentleman was the first to come. He walked behind me then reminding me of the anti-Semitic crimes of Mugabe, as I directed him into my room and listened first the paramedical complaints of his... He recited from HAARETZ-Jerusalem-By God pleasure- and reported semi-professionally that the gazette says Mugabe Attacks Jews, Urges Whites to Leave Zimbabwe. HARARE - President Robert Mugabe has accused Jews of trying to shut down businesses in Zimbabwe and said it would be "a good thing" if white industrialists were to leave the country, the state-controlled press reported yesterday."Jews in South Africa, working in cahoots with their colleagues here, want our textile and clothing factories to close down," Mugabe charged. "They want Zimbabwe and Bulawayo to remain with warehouses to create business for South African firms," he added, during a visit to a textile company owned by a prominent Jewish family in the western city of Bulawayo. The textile company went into liquidation earlier this year and attempted to relocate in neighbouring Botswana because of the harsh business conditions created by Zimbabwe's economic crisis. The move was stopped, however, when a band of so-called war veterans invaded the factory and assaulted directors at a board meeting. Mugabe drew accusations of anti-Semitism in 1992 when he declared that white farmers were so "hard-hearted, you would think they were Jews." He refused to apologize. (By the way he offered me to read more:
    https://www.haaretz.com/mugabe-attac...-leave-1.68679
    My gown, which on lecture evenings would seem mopped bright (not bright, but rather radiant in its own dazzling whiteness) was then by daylight (at 16.00 Hours CET in a late autumn afternoon) not dusty and even nor spotted. In the chamber of physical observation alongside listening to the patient's complaints, occultation, palpation and the like I tried not to see anything in the way he tried to show his humility, which he couldn’t feel, by looking for a non-matching place for his coat; he put it on the edge of my P.C's table similar to a rack for Chinese slippers. In the centre of that-relatively little-table, he chose to sit at the bulging side of it with a view of the window stolen from the vista amongst the similar buildings, and I on the left side of the table near to the main furniture based on the very purpose of putting on some papers of mine, with a few drawings recalling one of the medical examinations on occult findings ad. hoc physiological findings including some small volume of annals linked to those health induced reports of the problems at the top of a short pile of books while others books having been lain around elsewhere. Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF-let's restart to call him as one again couldn’t look around then, for one should keep seeking to hold the patient with one's gaze, and if one should fail at it once, he ought look out for the gaze’s return. JUDANNEN was carrying on with glimpsing to make the patients and me to analyze the bad health care situation in Turkey-lacking the ability of providing the apothecaries with what they would need must give the contents of the prescriptions to the patents while at least 50% of drugs or their injection forms needed couldn't be found for a long time-the controversial Turkish leader-E...-or rather the Islamic dogmas trader of Turkish polls-in both municipality and parliamentary elections-has been told to a US court that that President viz. my patients' Caliph E...-the secret culprit of Ayatollah G... having at the first step been mesmerizing the killer type insane candidates, and at the second step organized the school shooting in America-personally approved illegal deals by means of semi-official collaboration with Iran. Instead of the overt event both the caliph and the ayatollah would have denied that the modern Turkey created by Ataturk had been destructed by the Islamic gangs of the G... and E... The rising of Islam has strained relations between the so called Republic of E&G and Israel, The USA, and even Russia for the real Islam should be seen twice as Anti-Semitic as the Mugabe's regime in Zimbabwe. In the future trials in The Human Rights Courts in the Hague everybody would hear in their testimony that the witnesses should implicate those criminals in murder, international money laundering scheme, and hiding the racist-ultimate-goal of their belief system so that aid that the officials or servants under their command were all told in 2000s as they had been instructed Ultra Nationalist Anatolia viz. The Asia Minor banks based on Islamic fiscal rate principles-like Bank ASYA-to participate in the multi-million dollar fraud behind the mask of The Schizophrenic project namely The Turkish Language Olympiads invented by GULEN, and backed by several big-shots by Zimbabwean like pseudo republic thereof vast steppes were to be the soil my patients should abide. I-The Doctor Prof. MES said earlier on the day before that I gained as a starting time to share my medical experiences the country-The Fake Republic namely the New Year Turkey to be fried, and yet forgiven by The White House recently-shouldn't breach US sanctions on North Korea, Iran, and the like if they would like to be treated over Doc's prescriptions instead of drinking the urine of camels as Muslim Terrorists had advised them in Syria. The government of my destitute patients too has described the most reliable medical treatment-on the state TV programmes- as drinking the liquid from pissing camels or gulping the phlegm spat by The Ayatollah G. who-to the highest probability-would plead guilty in that case. Briefly, from toppled president MUGABE to caliph E...and ayatollah G...and Kim of North Korea shall have been charged in the humanitarian courts of The EUROPE. Returning to the medical examination I begin with a few loose sentences linked to a short-but vital importance routine-interview: So you are Ishmael-the pilgrim? Have you been interested long in the reasons of voice problems similar to that of yours? But I press your tongue by means of an tongue depressor, say ABAISSE LANGUE through my prepared process... I feel as if a large part of my process being is drawn to Medical Examination first, but at the same time I am the greatest lover of it. I’m afraid of it brings not a new confusion as medics in this country believe, of which lack would be terrible for me, seeing as my present dexterity consists of nothing but to fulfil every details of an healthy medical examination understanding that the nature of the confusion could be originated from this: the happiness of medics paid by the unhappiness of the patient! My abilities-created not by The Nature The Mom but the father of modern Turkey! One cannot rescue one's ability to be a human cannot be rendered by no other means for any possibility of using them have always lain in medical literature. As for the physical- of urgency-cases here I have even experienced manoeuvres (too many) which in my opinion lie very close to the clairvoyant states that the patient should describe, monsieur patient, in which I studied entirely within each manoeuvre, but also fulfilled each new treatment to be added to them, and in which I felt myself not only at my own bounds but at the bounds of all medics. Only the ecstatic healing which may be unique to the clairvoyant was missing from these processes, though not quite entirely. I leave out of this that I have not practised-as a family health practising doc my best work in the cocktail of miscellaneous way of being after findings and starting the therapy. Currently I can’t devote myself entirely to these semi theoretical pursuits, as I should, and for various reasons. Apart from my situation charged with Family Health service, I couldn’t live from medical literature alone because of the quick developments in the medical sciences and its particular character; in addition, the health conditions of each case as that of yours and my character impels me to devoting myself to a life even if that is uncertain at best. So I have become a "Health Centre" owner and worker or rather The Doc of a medico-social institute (See in the GOOGLE: TURKIYE MDK.) Now these two professions-worker and owner could never tolerate one another and accept a shared fortune. The least good fortune-for instance working till the late hours in evening-in one is a great misfortune in the other, huh? If I have read a long paper in The Social Medicine till the midnight, the next day in the office I am on fire and can’t get anything-say, to be scrutinized on the microscope-yes, can't get finished. This back-and-forth on the two points-one of them being theoretical studies and the other practice is getting steadily worse so in the MDK Health Centre I fulfil my duties outwardly, and yet craving for my inner duties, and each unsatisfied inner duty begins to kill my hopes concerning the hypothetical future of the country whereof the caliph is a street vendor usurped the belief which never stirs out of the same country or rather out of the sick hearts of the pious Muslim crowds mesmerized by the uneducated-even innumerate if not illiterate Ayatollah G. And to these two endeavours, never to be balanced, shall I now add "Philanthropy In Zimbabwe" as a third? Will it not disturb both of them-the oppressor and the oppressed-on both sides and Zimbabwe itself be tasting bitter oppression from both? Will we-all of us the doc and the patients-presently such unhappy persons in this country, and be able to carry these three-positive force i.e. that of the medic, negative and neutral forces belonging to the patient and the drug industry to a conclusion? I have come, monsieur le client the patient, to ask you this, for I feel that if you consider us capable of it, I too can really take it upon ourselves. He listened not very attentively, without seeming to attend to me in the least for every ach or disability on the body would disperse the force of attention of patients so that they couldn't entirely devoted to the words of the doc. He nodded-exuberantly at times-which for him seemed to be an aid to strict the concentration of his and mine. At the beginning a silent cold-alongside the common cold-disturbed him, and this situation ran out of his nose so I too picked mine out of my medical garment-if one called my bare surgeon's apron so-and yet I kept myself away from working with my handkerchief! Then I remembered that a Kurdish musician, with his wife with two large-and time to time opened wide her large eyes, matching rather to her non-flat face as the faces of Huns might be, and an octogenarian lady the Kurdish composer’s mother, whose age so brings out her strong skeleton-of general feature-that at least while striding she looks like a Turkish Tomboy who would be so very occupied with his absent mind at the front... He should notice that he himself was under observation of a medic-Prof. MES, but that-that should be taken as a part of the medical exam-didn’t disturb him in the slightest, and indeed it was hard to tell whether this was cause or effect the observer’s eyes should find something to fasten on, and shouldn't be having slipped away from the object-the patient or at least the client-as a whole. This impression was reinforced then by the early coming of darkness in the fall of the city created by Ataturk as Saint Petersburg had been done by Peter The Great. The longer the medic looked, the most he could make out, and the further shouldn't give way anything receded into the twilight of the situation that-obligatorily-nothing was added to the finding let the prognosis having put aside. Just as The Doc reached at the main cause of the major complaints of the patient, which still had not been carried under the light of the well defined symptoms and so on, the window on the wall near to the patient opened, and on the road a stout, clean-shaven young gentleman in a fur coat was seen craning as if to get nearer to the window, appearing to respond to the doc's-who hailed him at the same time-yes, doc's warnings, with even the most forcible nod of his head. After the medical procedure intensively applied to the case, the doc went out of the clinic, and yet met not one several people in either the entrance hall where the syrups and inhalers smell like a stale spirit was even stronger than before. That sort of thing must not have happened at the Coke Shop nor in a health centre so I-Prof MES namely "One" in the narration immediately went to the door through which one had seen any Arch Satan like Mugabe in the street last time I was here and wished to go out, and carefully pressed the handle down of the gate! But the door was opened already. Then I was not in need to try and press it again feeling that none of us also in need of using a peephole, but presumably we should have to feel that obligation the catch over it was so well fitted that I couldn’t find it by touch, and so I struck a match. Then I would be alarmed by a cry if a young mademoiselle was sitting huddled by the electric stove in the corner between the main gate and the sideboard, staring at one as the reddening wires flared up as if struggling to open her drowsy eyes properly. This was obviously not able to be any of the girl friends or rather any of one of the client’s "honey" successor...For there was nothing to be worth of attention of one's. Inasmuch as she soon pulled herself together and turned on the electric light, the expression on her face still unfriendly, but then she recognized one: ‘Ah, it’s you, Doctor ’ she said with a smile, and offered one her hand, introducing herself: ‘My name is Adela!’ She was not unhealthy instead red-cheeked, and healthy in appearance so that her profoundly cared hair-in straw colour-was plaited into a big braid leaving even not a single hair escaped it to surround her cheeks. She wore a dress that did suit her at all, made of some shiny orange fabric, falling straight but drawn together at the hem with youthful clumsiness by a silk ribbon tied in a bow, which would leave her free in moving gaily. She asked how the doctor's wife was, and whether she wasn’t going to come back here soon, and there was almost a touch of sympathy in her question. Then somebody calmed down with the explanations of the mademoiselle and doctor's reactions so the patients around shuffled off. However, as a result of the short conversation and the reactions of the family members of the clients became aware of the miraculous success of one's health centre because of the fact that the doctor was unexpectedly still in a certain part of his clinic having examined the patient while making observation out of the main gate and even in the street, and already none was knocking on one side door, neither strongly not weakly but with an interruption apparatus as a fist. ‘Senior doctor,’ none called out or asking ‘what’s going on?’ for they had been assured from the very beginning that the health service-there-would be underway. And yet after a short while one urged oneself in a deeper instinct: ‘You Prof. MES!’ beware of mess and protect the spiritual and the concrete cleanness of your clinic. At the other side door, however, the first patient knocked the P.C table lightly. Doctor? Are you all right? Do you need anything?’ The Doctor-Prof MES SOLZHENITSOF directed answers in the direction focusing only on him, ‘I and will be alright forever right away.’ The Doctor namely "One", made that effort to sooth everybody with the most careful articulation and by inserting long pauses between the individual words to remove everything susceptible from one's voice. His patient would like to be turned back to one's medical examination while he whispered, ‘Doctor, carry on with them, I beg you.’ One had no intention-too-of ending to be after significant finding, but congratulated oneself on one's precaution, acquired from the medical experiences of one's... Eventually locking all doors in clinic during day and night, even at home. First one wanted to stand up quietly and undisturbed, get dressed as the medics should do under roof of medical centres...And there would be above all having breakfast or other type of meals, and only then consider further actions for a working day to last at least 8 hours, for (one noticed this clearly) by thinking things over at the side of medical examination bed one should reach a reasonable conclusion. One remembered that one had already often shared to feel a light pain at one back or hips more frequently in one's bed-sleeping-perhaps the result of an awkward position when standing up still, which later turned out to be purely imaginary when one stopped standing up, and one was eager to be more fruitful in one's medical studies and would see how one's frequently repeated fantasies would gradually dissipate, and that the change in one's talking problems were nothing other than the onset of a real chill, an occupational illness of medics, of that one had not the slightest doubt so it was very easy to throw aside the speculations one needed only to push oneself out of depressive thoughts a little, and the problem induced psychology might disperse by itself. But to continue having got the chance to rest might be difficult at times, particularly because one was so unusually industrious then. One needed not extra arms and hands to push oneself upright from the tiredness. Instead of these, however, one should have only-maybe many-small tricks which were incessantly moving with very different motions and which, in addition, one would not be unable to control. Dr. MES had-before relatively a long time-introduced his rare known hypothesis in getting better skilful medics stating that medical examination continually need to change to keep up with the competition power in chasing the growing richness of the modern sickness as a whole caused by genetic assaults on the biological existences and by the new conditions of unprotected environment. If the conditions of the people health would stop changing, they would not lose the competition with the healing skill of the medics that do continue to change. If you take for example the relationship between a dictator and the family members of the dictator alongside officials who should be the first to be victimized by the regime-dictatorship. Both the dictators causing bad conditions preventing the medics and the people in the way of healing involved in a evolutionary forces race with each other. There would be pressure on the people and the docs to evolve to become resistant to the new diseases and there is pressure on the sickness to evolve ways to cope with the counter resistance of the anti-sickness (including the sickness called as dictatorship) in addition to the other competitions between the mankind and inhuman powers. Both groups need to change rationally to keep up with the power accumulation in each sides. Prof MES's principle could be an important source for the theory of "The The medic's competition with sickness because it might be used in explaining healthy reproduction, the importance of genetic diversity and the speed within the network of healing the sickness from the social pathologies to various fevers, aches, kinetic loss, diarrhoeas and constipation, and the like... From the principals of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF that follows the hypothesis that if probable numbers of sicknesses would never “finished”, extinction of therapy probability should increase with existence of the ailment and the ointment. Actually speed of genetic or structural change of both diseases and the medics over time might be important for evolution and survival of the sickness and healer. Species of pathogen agents and medics with a quicker generation time will have the ability to evolve faster under the roof of clinics, giving-each of-them an advantage in a resistance gaining race in which the healing methods and symptoms are chasing each other. This calls for a mechanism to increase speed of evolution either within the network of challenge between medic training and the new complaints of the patients because of the social, psychological and biology induced environment. Eventually human reproduction is one way to increase evolution speed in all of the medical procedures, because it allows for new solutions to spread fast in the population of the healthy humans and new combinations of diseases to occur faster. It is thought that the humans and their too long generation time have to have reproduction of the mankind to be able to stay in the race with the pathogenic agents with an average generation time. Inasmuch as some medics and patients met with Prof MES and talked with the clients waiting in his clinic as if he is the one and only senior higher than the officials dealing with the administration of the country's health services. “Were they successful?” The patient asked, "NOP?" “YEP”, Dr. MES replied. By the end of the day in the clinic, and more than four hours after the first medical examination has been given the start about palpation and occultation monsieur le patient, neither mumbling nor strong intonation had reported on the examination bed. Yet the hissing of the other patients turned to be abuzz with dozens relatives of the client following live gossips from other side of the door viz. that of the examination room, such as bubbling old people and other harsh remarks of bipolar types independent from being accepted as ill or client, causing “the medics all over the world” to create a worldwide internet mass media induced approach to the topic. The Prof. MES hypothesis on flowing patients and the maladies escorting them would be formulated in concrete statements. The hypothesis of Prof. MES would rather cover the case of without the gaunt man-Mugabe not wearing tan jail clothes should take the consultant stand that day, huh? Let's take it-the case in metamorphosis proven-so that the distorting speculations of the consultant namely ex-dictator or rather the fatal microbe Mugabe and began testifying about how he had got the English stock farmers killed while the killers payment was promised to reach billion-dollar scheme... Above all if any country would be running out of %50 of pharmacological products then to smuggle drug, ointment, or even soft collar for healing in violation of the Health Law of The Secret Soviet Republic taking place in The Asia Minor, and having not heeded the sanctions on being after treatment medically instead of waiting help from Muslim sorcerers like ayatollah F.G. (LOL) Then the scientific witness, Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF, a Constantinople life induced citizen of Slavic stock, should had been awarded as a matter of some-just and right or rather right and just-appreciation based on honorary matters to carry a golden medical medal for violating the sanctions to prohibit the medicine provision by means of having got the help of Greek officials to provide his patients with the pharmacological productions instead of the vague ayatollah F.G's amulets usage. Eventually the prosecutors in The ZARRAB case in The USA might say the caliph in Ankara-alas it is the very city having been by the great leader namely Ataturk the science lover and presently being under the siege of ayatollah FG's militants and the officials of the caliph/president-was involved in the scheme, and sharing brotherly the gold obtained over F.G's amulets. But before some months, it was been being hoped-in vain-that somebody would have secretly pleaded guilty because of the scandalous usage of amulets and prohibition to hinder the patients to look for the 50% medicines the apothecaries lacked in provision i.e. providing the patients with medical namely scientific productions and agreed to cooperate with the authorities, to introduce a development revealed when a certain Mr. A...Monsieur le Vice General Director’s trial opened in Federal District Court in Manhattan last week. As Mr. ZARRAB testified against Mr. A..., he was asked by a prosecutor why he had decided to help the American authorities. He should have offered a pragmatic-not medical-reason unless he had got the knowledge of the medicine black market in. “Cooperation was the fastest way to accept responsibility...” he said. As for Dr. MES namely the "One" in the episode is currently being esteemed at his clinic, and yet too much fervent in chasing a chance to provide the F.B.I. with furthermore information concerning the medical custody having been rendered to the patients all over the abovementioned country. For there would be no chance in a short term-or at least not before he accomplished his masterpiece-that managed to contribute to toppling Mugabe down-the Odysseus... While being too much busy in your health centre are you free to come and go as you please?” asked one of the patients. “Definitely not just after I gave start to medical examination ” one said. The prosecution of drug lack in the country alongside medical process, and Turkish Ayatollah F.GULEN who remain at large after the incident when his butcher-would be poet-H.YAVUZ tried to lynch our beloved British Poem Icon-NAIPAUL to send tremors through medical terror thereof the ayatollah has offered his amulets-and even the infectious mucus of his nostrils-to be eaten by the patients instead of using scientific medicines. Allegations that Mr. YAVUZ had been paid by ayatollah's secret Islamic terror gang-or had taken bribe-when that fraudulent GULEN was amongst the most intimate friends of the Cabinet Members. A patient treated by Prof. MES successfully told the others-overwhelming the corrupt scorching the apothecaries-had not shut down that inquiry, inasmuch as that the F.B.I.’s own investigation “tells the same story” about the secret crime plans by the same Hodja as the Turkish police found. The patient-adding to that-has bitterly condemned not to restart the new prosecution and sought to be persuaded the officials to drop case. That day of solving the black-market of medicines directed by the Hodja himself was focused on the Doc's decision to cooperate and on how he carried out the scheme of desired solution. He-the patient- said he would like to pay respects to the Doc tens of millions times, and took the medical service through accounting records that were displayed on a screen and listed the amounts and dates of the successfully accomplished treatments. The patient who has been being prayed the doc usually has a thick black beard but had shaved it for the appointment fixed with one. During the medical questioning to enlighten the health complaints shared by the members of his big family, he appeared not to report genetic handicaps they might be encountered because of marriages between the close relatives. He looked directly at the doctor, answering his questions through without giving a way for intervals to interpret the things he came out with in a polite tone of an Anatolian citizen and with an earnest manner. Eventually one remembered that he became more animated when rendering the medical methods one had used to fulfil within one's examinations getting around the details of palpation and auscultation -not occultation as mentioned before- for the sake of sheer humour- and manoeuvring so that to make the patient to give extension plus flexion adding to several little movements like blinking slightly as one explained how the patient could had transfer his energy from toes to the hairs no matter they might be brown, black or in the colour of straw as the native Germans of Volga. When monsieur le patient asked one to step down from the patient exam bed and to renew his energy. Why? Because of the changing position could help the living creatures to achieve a good compensation in other words, the blue and the red lines-the blue showing tranquillity and the red would merge activity... After one had finished the examination, the patient or rather monsieur le patient, asked one approximately how many separate medicines one had drawn in his head as the diagram to show the ones not available in Ankara-Alas! The city created by Great Ataturk-so to get from Greece. After counting the legends of tablet, and ampoules and the like one declared, “A minimum of 10% of them should be provided by Greeks.” As it could be appreciated through the dialogues occasionally one did appear slightly uncomfortable, shuffling in one's arm-chair and taking a sip of water as one would make a useful viz. significant estimation whether he could be releasing some proportions as part of a chat with the client to exchange significant words to take the attention to the medicines not available even in the great markets of medical agents providence suffocated within the legal limits of finding the medicine prescribed! Then come on everybody let's remember: The fight against the ignominious dictator Mugabe was a far exclamation from Zimbabwe to Ankara from the fetid breath of dried soil and the clammy heat of tropical flora to the snowless, and yet piercing blizzards of sterile steps, where winter would be lingering chills the lap of the rain season lacking a single drop a periodically... It should be described the timid struggle against the fierce Ayatollah GULEN and his secret culprit-The Caliph President which took place only over internet and receptions held by the ambassador of well civilized countries. Everybody will remember that the terrorists of the Turkish Ayatollah newly invaded some parts of Iraq through the network of The Turkish Collages, and made a desperate occupation attempt by the soldiers of The Caliph in both Syria and Iraq alongside the abominable creatures namely Iran's Guards of Islamic Revolution collaborating with the other enemies of humanity as told by M. ZARRAB in the USA Court-Manhattan! The allies of The World's Liberal Intellectuals dealt with those armed columns one by one, and flung them from the country with great deletion in Zimbabwe first and it's turn of other's fake republics. Briefly Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF would rather consider that the gang like states and institutions of those columns of dictatorship in the region should entirely be cleared of the enemy, as his patients were sought to be healed entirely in his "Health Centre" thereof the central city of the Anatolian steppes. Some years later one had founded one's health centre, again in the depth of one's scientific and medical service, the capital city for one became the scene of a struggle to be given against both dictatorship tradition and chronic maladies which should have ended in a great liberal medicine success. All pathological symptoms-either medical or political had then changed parts: the defender-Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF were the attacker of the year 2017. The doc swept across the frontier of The Soviet like gang in The Asia Minor, and, as reader will learn, wrested the patients running out of medicines-having got through the humanist help of Greece and Bulgaria-from the chronic illness not only the steppes of the central Anatolia, the gang state's most important stronghold in the far west of it-Constantinople adding to it Black Sea, the sea-gate of that the north region of the Asia Minor, and pushed the west Europe to within several miles of the Germany and France led "Union" within the future "The United States of the Europe. All patients must enter through the gate of the health centre by the one and only instinct that could be generalized to the universe of the patients. One of those patients, running to the clinic or piercing into the place of The Doc by means of a deep gorge when they should apply their medical-non finished-reports, and leads past from the Black Sea ports within the borders of the region in order to regain joyfully saw the sea after they had been healed or rescued from the terrible pawns all of the chronic illnesses. The distance from big ports of the black sea to the capital city is nearly 700 miles, and the fly that could be fulfilled fine weather is necessary for the journey. The other alternatives of the roads running towards the central Anatolia from that region should have crossed several passes including Russian railhead of The Eastern Anatolia and in heavy winters this road is by far the best of all the roads which lead to the destination discussed here. Although there is a place called "Camel's Neck," which lies a few miles to the east of Erzurum or rather the city, that is only a few hundred meters higher than the plateau in which that geographically natural Russian fortress stands. Occasionally I advise my patient-in need of getting some kind of radiation therapy because of rheumatism induced sufferings to take a trip to that place rich in radiation containing mud and hot spa water, and I used to use the same description the destination thereto Southwards from the city loved by the great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin runs a road having got some fresh water springs and a fountain whereof the title would be preferred as COBAN The Grand Daddy. Now that you everybody know something of the situation of the health centre of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF, and can easily understand that in the ancient cities like the capital city-Ankara or the cultural centre of The Asia Minor namely Erzurum at times it has been the most important trading centre and the avenue through which western Asia Minor communicated not only with Persia and Mesopotamia, but with Transcaucasia. The Russian railway to the north and that of Baghdad to the south still an important centre, and before every war it could be considered to be the strongest fortress if The Russian Empire-in diplomatic tongue The Federation-might not be inspired to invade its Camel's Neck first-and only after one hour after that the symbolic fort of the city. At the beginning of the year 2001-the debut of the Prof. MES Clinic-there were three gaps in the sections on the hospital, polyclinic, clinic sides of the medical services in The Asia Minor of the ominous gorges through wherein the patients would surmise that passes the road to "hospitalizing", "medical findings" and "treatment" over which runs the road to the public health thereof Prof. MES should be accepted the medico-social authority...And yet the break in the line of high crests of medical services through which the road to the better sanitary procedures proceeding towards all but all of them were all commanded by a weak health ministry's administration. The Turkish People couldn't declare that they had got the chance of finding only 50% of medicines they would be in need of reaching the lists-without lacking the other half-that should have provided the patients over the lack of 500 vital importance drugs, injections etcetera, etcetera. It is doubtful, however, whether they had any of the cheapest, and yet most effective productions. The greatest weakness of the patients in the Asia Minor as one of the fortresses lying in its broken communication between the prescription and the apothecary with its main base at the medical treatment. Then a lot of convoy of provisions or supplies starting from the health centre to the well civilized countries like Greece and Bulgaria or rather the borders of them might be open to medical tourism in reaching the medicines that couldn't be found on the west and east parts of the Bosporus if the patients would feel they might travel within 24 hours by high speed train to the nearest railhead in or around Angora. Then it will have to proceed by high-speed train for several hundred kilometres after the way is extended to the border of The Great Russia. It would thus take at the very least half a day to reach The Eastern Anatolia. remembering that usual route to the ancient Pontus beaches is no longer by sea, and as the Russians were now in command of the Black Sea, even the Turkish Navy might not dare to carry patients to the metropolis of the Asia Minor. Up to the end of December 2017 the Russian light cruisers and torpedo boats regained the power to sink all native vessels in the Black Sea. Besides because of the winter atmospheric conditions the sea route is therefore impossible, and the land route is not available lacking high speed railway. As the natives' were short of constructing materials, technical devices and innovative methods, so all the roads were deep with the obstacles of the early winter, and what more than that is that they had the greatest difficulty in providing patients with the means of reaching to Prof. MES' health Centre with a convenient transportation and the medicines prescribed. Eventually the patients of Prof. Dr. MES SOLZHENITSOF were in a much more favourable position. By means of the Trans-Anatolian highways or railways they could bring them and their relatives, the candidates of clients, and-EXUSER MOI-some little presents from their fantastic remote corners rich in the gifts over several kilometres of the routes which might be assumed immune against cultural attacks now and then as in The USA presently. When the Doc placed himself at the head of the groups in charge of finding the medicines within the apothecary network of the EU! At times he appointed the famous pharmacy authorities to help those patients. The Doc reinforced the Good Samaritan Army within the borders of The Asia Minor, and brought the number of those helpers up to a strength of about some hundred men. Since the beginning of winter of the year 2017 the Doc has been making preparations for an advance in giving better health service, but it is probable that he did intend to move until several springs. He would accelerate, however, as having been made by Albert Schweitzer in Africa before the time of Mugabe, and for the following reason: early in December, the reader will remember, the allies of his finally conquered the untouched recesses, and by so doing released many private hospitals' corps for service elsewhere. It was thought probable that the greater number of patients from-especially-the remote corners of The Asia Minor so that they would be given absolute healing for the might have been taught to master their medicines prescribed by Prof. MES, and they could have arrived that ideal point for at least some weeks. The Doc therefore resolved to strike the symptoms before the malady agent's forces could be strengthened. It was a bold resolve, for public health campaigning-from the lofty uplands of The Eastern Anatolia to Smyrna-couldn't be-from the point of patients-a terrible trial of endurance. Related to the infections as soon as the body thermometer is above the critical fever point, the conditions apt to give way to all the pathological agents should be blocked with precautions... Let's remind the reader that pneumonia avalanches are frequent in the months of heavy winters, and the illnesses causing fever are perhaps more to be feared than the chronic diseases. The people of the Asia Minor still shelter themselves from the acute storms of maladies-acute or chronic-and even biting common cold that might threaten living bodies if they be too young or too old in deep vulnerable situations peculiar especially to the people in suffering from the lack of vitamin, protein and the like just as they did in the days of Turco-Islamic regime. There might be only one advantage to be gained by a winter attacks of the maladies: the pathologic agents might be taken by surprise. On the other hand, the forces of every kind of illness alone might bring about a successful defeat. Eventually the patients began their movement-especially-on the field of protective medicines. They advanced on a broad front-consisting of in different sections embracing both infants and octogenarians on both sides of the medical services from the eastern remote peaks of the east to Smyrna under the ceiling of Prof. MES's Clinic, and the pathologic agents were obliged to fall back to avoid being eradicated thoroughly. The movement was greatly impeded by seasonal situations, which formed drifts up to the height of a doc's power but that of the doc. On the first step the centre reached the full hygiene which commands the bridge crossing the phases of finding and treatment. Then would begin a fierce battle, which should last for years. The pathologic against could not hold the bodies and souls instead of advantages provided by the helping institutions so that the doc could check everything in the midst of a blinding symptoms, once they carried the illness induced positions much more easily. Actually the doc captured the frame of the universal treatment in the early phases. The pathologic agents fled pell-mell through the icy weathers, throwing away their dangerous peculiarities and biological mechanisms, and leaving behind them large quantities of aborted maladies.







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    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)

    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...

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    See above please:
    THE NEW ODYSSEUS / By M. Solzhenitsof
    PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    THE LEAST PREFACE (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    It goes witout saying that "Padlocked and deserted: The family farm seized by black British GP is now under armed guard by 'thugs' wielding AK47s... as 7,500 miles away its new owner refuses to apologise Phillip Rankin and his family have farmed in Zimbabwe for decades"
    https://www.google.com.tr/?gws_rd=ss...n+Anita+Rankin
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    INTRODUCTION (See within the last several dozen paragraphs in the page before this one-pp. 22)
    Introducing the reader " The Little Modern World of Rankin Family" in Zimbabwe either the title of a best seller book viz. 'Do you like Brahms?' or the great Russian composer would have been sufficed, but the last one was indispensable; one must turn into a taciturn soul and give an overt adherence to a cradle of one's myth was based over a brillantly modest pianist playing hard themes of the giant namely Rachmaninov whom the dwarf Stalinism had taken under its pitiful patronage for a long time, and of whom the reds said 'Really, it ought not to be allowed, to play those themes as well as that!' so left both Beethoven and Mozart ‘sitting aside’; while no performance of any musical excerp could survive in any chance of having been being deciphired over the notes at any string instrument, or at a well accorded drum etcetera etcetera...


    THE NEW ODYSSEUS OR THE STORY OF PHILIP RANKIN AND HIS FAMILY

    By M. Solzhenitsof

    ("CHAPTER II" IS DEVOTED TO BULGARIA NAMELY THE UNIQUE CULTURE BASED AGRICULTURE COUNTRY OF THE OLD EARTH OVER THE MODERN WORLD'S GREAT PEN DIMITAR DIMOV!)

    CHAPTER III

    Poetically the standards of the pathogen agents' captured at the health centre defined! If one-The Doc- wanted to bend one of the patient from the crowd, then it was the first to extend oneself, and if one finally succeeded doing with this rarity of time what he wanted to be plenty, in the meantime all the others, as if left free, moved around in an excessively joyful position because of the psychological temptation they would rather spend time in the clinic of a famous medic. ‘But I must not only work and only to rest in my life routinely,’ said one to oneself. At first one wanted to get of the routine, weary-some tusk with the lower part-where is it indeed-of one's existence, but this lower part-which one incidentally had not yet scrutinized at and which one also couldn’t define clearly)-proved itself too difficult to suffice for one wasn't a Napoleon... So one attempt should go so slowly that when, having become almost frantic, one finally would hurl oneself forward with all one's force and without thinking even if he chose one's direction correctly. The violent pain of conscience one felt revealed to one oneself that the lower part of one's existence was at the moment probably the most sensitive as the condense and yet temporary practices of one's "sexual life creation", huh? Thus, one fell back into the mission of one's upper existence or the main business of one's out of the fantasy first and turned one's head carefully toward the edge of the vocation therein the patients would rather be waiting for their turn. One managed to do this easily, and in spite of its huge dimensions-promoting some mass at last could slowly be followed without turning of one's head. But as one finally has shown one's head outside the patient examination chamber in the open air, and one became immune against anxiety, and was about moving forward any further easily in this manner, for if one allowed oneself eventually to raise by this process, it would take without miracle to prevent one's head from getting ached. And at all costs one must augment the power of one's consciousness downright. One preferred to protect one's position at the same time downright when his post and his power getting raised. However, for not having felt run down by one's work after a similar effort to carry it to any loftiness as that of Tolstoy. One should think best of ultimate success while one enjoyed the aftermaths of one's there again sighing as before and once again saw one's internationally well known resistance one used to use striving on the path of love taught one by the teacher of righteousness as one would overwhelm the obstacles one after another, if anything better than before, and didn’t see any probability of unluckiness... Then if imposing quiet and order on one's arbitrary considerations, one told oneself again that one could possibly remain on the path of worldly and universally victory and that it might be the most reasonable thing not to sacrifice anything if there was even the slightest probability of carrying oneself out of all mishaps that might be thought then or in the future. At the same moment, however, one didn’t forget to remind oneself from time to time of the fact that hopeful reflection might be better no matter how the rational facts would be worse in promising only undesirable probabilities than the most hopeless things taken into the reasonable account. At such moments, one directed one's gaze as precisely as one could toward the window out of which the silhouette of The Jesus Christ would reflect over the shining pine needles, and-out of the fortunate that might be being impended there was huge-unseen- confident cheer to be had from a glance at from the morning mist to the times of the sleep angel of the midnight, which couldn't have concealed even the other side of the narrow page of the life namely the early hours of the dawn. ‘It’s already five o’clock PM’ one told oneself at the first striking of one of the morning bell, ‘already five o’clock and still such a misty atmosphere instead of the rising sun.’ And for a little while longer one carried on with consideration quietly with strong breathing as if one was getting ready to fall asleep perhaps waiting for much more normal and natural conditions to re-emerge out of the complete success of one's already. But then one said to oneself, ‘I, myself get ready to be deeply alert not to fall asleep before the morning bells should ring a half past five, and whatever happens I must be completely out of excessive lassitude and anxiety. Besides, by then someone from somewhere will arrive to us-the world's intellectuals, because the new era especially in Africa will open before the mankind would-or rather should-wake up’ And one made an effort then to rock his entire power of thought and sense with a uniform motion in accordance with The Mankind. If one let one's two main projects-healing the mankind's disease and making TURCO-Islamic hordes to get acquaintance with the only heritage of the Jesus Christ, say love-fall out of the procedure one had managed to keep unimpaired in this way so that one's head should be busy therein to get rid of the mishaps whereof the probable course The Fall as narrated by the unforgettable hero of Albert Camus might be tending to be in need of being lifted up constantly, for the procedure should exactly remain uninjured, in other words neither harmed, nor retarded etc. One's background seemed to be hardly vanquished, one could dare say that it seemed unvanquished and what more than that that should be reiterated that nothing could really happen resembling to any kind of fall. One's greatest reservation was a worry about the loud noise having been being caused by boasting yelps of the anti-Semitic gangs-no matter they would belong to the leftist or rightist radicals whose inferiority complex might be the output of the fall of The Ottoman Empire. One accepted that it must have been recreated by some garrulous and moron political military leaders that had chosen to gnarl-under the umbrella of The NATO-first towards The Russia and then-impossible to believe it and yet could be observed in the crisis of Jerusalem against The USA-which presumably would arouse in its pitch sounds induced yelping, if having been frightened barking, then at least trying to bite the trouser cuff of the humanist gunmen of the Christian World including-naturally-Russians-the pioneers of the civilization in the half part of the Asia namely the huge continent open to horror since the day of Huns till the westernization attempt by Peter The Great! While rendering medical examination to reach to the-even-the most sensible findings regarding complaints of the patient the doc would concern very sensitively on the other side of all the door of the examination chamber. However, all the twos had to be tried alongside. As the doc was in the process of reaching to those vital importance findings the patient half out of bed (the new method was more of a exercise than an effort; the patient needed only to rock with a constant rhythm, and it struck not the doc how easy all this would be if someone were to come to the patient aid. Two strong people (the doc thought of father's of the patient namely the most intimate friend of the patient's family and the robust nurse escorting to the patient) would have been quite sufficient. They would have only had to push their arms under the thorax induced back to get the patient out of the bed, to bend down with their load, and then merely to exercise patience and care that the patient completed the flip onto the floor, where his benumbed legs would then, the doc hoped, acquire a purpose. Now, quite apart from the fact that all the doors in the clinic were locked, should the reader of Prof. MES-or rather the members of the Literature Network-really call out for help to understand what were going on there? In spite of all the distress they have been putting up with, they-no doubt-were unable to suppress a smile at the situation there. Nevertheless the patient had not already got to the point where, with a stronger rocking, he should maintain his equilibrium on the with more difficulty, and very soon he would not finally have to decide, for no matter in some or myriad minutes it wouldn't be a quarter past or to any hour for they-both the doc and the patient-have got plenty of time! Then the doc remembered that there were there rings at the right, left, and mid doors of the block where his medical centre's flat took place when one heard some bells had begun to ring ‘That’s someone from the tennis club’ one told oneself, and one almost froze while one's small fantasies danced around all mental atmosphere of one's faster whereas for one the moment everything would have remained still. ‘The janitor isn’t opening,’ one said to himself, caught up in some ultra energy induced hopes. And yet as of course it should have then as usual, the servants-those who had been defined as the self imposed ones claiming to be ready to serve one was heard with their firm tread went to the door and opened it. So the doc needed to hear only the new client’s first word of greeting to recognize immediately who it was, some new patients. Why was the doc the only one commented to work in a firm situation where at the slightest lapse someone immediately attracted the greatest sympathy, huh? Were all the patients then collectively, one and all, the fans of the doc? Was there then among them even truly-and excessively, say piously-devoted person who, if the new patients failed to lose just a couple of hours in the evening for being punctually at the appointment time in the right place, say, the doc's clinic...They would become-then-abnormal from the pangs in the situation of having felt conscientiously and really be in no state to get rid of the complaints without the medical help of the doc? Was it really not enough to let those two-would be-servants or the apprentices to open the door coming to the meaning of making anything instead of lacking inquiries, if such questioning was even necessary, huh? Must one manage oneself come to do it directly, and in the process must it be demonstrated to the entire innocent complaints of the patients that the investigation of this suspicious circumstance could only be entrusted to the intelligence of the medic namely one, oneself? What more than that is that as a consequence of the excited state in which paradoxical ideas put one than as a result of a realistic decision, one swung one's speculation oneself with all one's might out of the actual speculations of one's. There was a loud thud within the framework of the doc's logic, not bad at all but surreal crash. Not the fall but the fly of his logical-flying high-apparatus one was absorbed somewhat by the health service agenda and, in addition, one's background in intellect was more elastic than one had thought. For that reason the dull noise he would have uttered should not quite be so conspicuous. And yet one could hold one's head up with sufficient care and hadn't hit it anywhere. One directed one's heeding, non-irritated and in having no pain, and rubbed one's attention on the subject. ‘Something has been flying in there,’ thought the doc as if one-yes not only having been identified by doc-waiting in the next room to be examined after the patient by one. So the doc tried to imagine to himself whether anything similar to what was happening to him in the past could have also happened at some point to the writer-Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF having been named as "one". Meanwhile at least one had to concede the possibility of such the things of amusement. However, as if to give a rough answer to one's questions, one then took a few determined steps or rather re-entering the room whereof one had never gone out, with a squeak of one's polished boots worn by the medics generally. From the neighbouring room or the medical examination chamber on the right someone was whispering to inform one: ‘Doc, be quiet you are also the boss in here and there.’ ‘I know,’ said The Doc to himself. But he did not dare make his voice loud enough so that his-would be-servants could be witnessing his getting old through the non-ringing, non-fresh voices. ‘Hey Doc’ his self-imposed servants then applauded-clap, clap-from the neighbouring room-no matter on the right or left, ‘Monsieur boss a new patient has come and is asking whether you have finished the examination the patient or accomplish it before the early evening. We don’t know what we should tell him, and adding to it, he also wants to speak to you personally. So please accelerate the procedure...’ In the middle of all this, the doc called out himself in a friendly way, ‘May God be with you, Mr. One.’ The one replied oneself, ‘Thanks to God I'm very well,’ in a while, then someone amongst the waiting patients said one's self imposed servants, say to those two-would be-apprentices still waiting at the door, ‘He is very well, indeed and will be the best in the medical world believe me, monsieur assistants. Otherwise how would The Doc miss a minute while giving a good medical examination to the patient whose obviously it should be turn! The Doc has nothing in his head except the deed of good Samaritans, liberal ideas, and medical service , We-his patients-almost angry that he never goes out to have coffee when any patient is in the waiting room. Right now he’s been in his medical centre seventeen years, but he’s been at the same situation if someone is longing for his coming to the clinic. At times he sits there with us around a table that takes place in the study of his and reads the newspapers published by the liberals or by the association of the medics-TTB quietly or studies his home visiting schedules. Now let's remind ourselves of the main appreciation after the truth if it’s a quite a diversion for him if he busies himself with fretwork, and if the people should be happier when he would cut out a small frame over the course of some colourful evenings. Let the patients ask themselves if they’d be amazed how pretty it is when it would be hanging right inside the study. The people will see it immediately, as soon as the doc opens the door of his pretty but strong world to public observation. Anyway, we're happy that we’re here at his clinic or rather his health centre, liberal comrades. By ourselves, we would never have made the doc open the door of his golden heart. He’s not stubborn, and yet he’s certainly not weak!’ ‘I’m coming right away,’ said the doc slowly and deliberately and did move robustly, so as not to lose one word of the conversation. A patient approved the conversation too ‘My dear patient comrades suffering from slightly or severely felt aches, omitting the little pains I can explain the serious illnesses to myself in any other way remarking that all medical problems had been judged to be cured obligatorily!’ Another person commented the other comment; ‘I hope it could be nothing serious related to medicine. On the other hand, I must also say that The Patient should be appreciated as business people, luckily or unluckily dealing with pains, aches, disturbances, however one looks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slight indisposition for all kind of business reasons.’ ‘So can The Patient come back to the beginning point therein she or he lived the transient situation between now and past to see your real reaction then’ opposed the person sitting adjacent to the first person who would start the debate impatiently before a while another client knocked the main door of the flat. ‘Yes,’ said the doc to then to the crowd in the neighbouring room on the left an exposure a stillness descended slowly, and yet constantly. In the neighbouring room on the right the patient who would prefer to keep silence began to mumble. Why didn’t this person engage into the debate with the others? The patient probably just gotten up out of bed before he took the way to the clinic after just having got dressed, and-maybe-would feel being somnolent still. Then why wasn't the doc shouting at the debaters? Because he wasn’t getting up thoroughly and wasn’t letting all the clients to get in the dialogues; because he shouldn't be in danger of losing his position remarked by his stinginess regarding to save time and to spend it carefully... And yet because one's being one's own then then one's boss would badger one's patients once again with the classical demands? Those were probably unnecessary worries right then. One was still there and wasn’t thinking at all about abandoning one's mission. At the moment one might have been lying right there on the carpet, and no one who knew about ones condition would’ve seriously demanded that one let the people having not been assumed the regular patients who had already got a dating time fixed with one. But one namely the doc wouldn’t be casually dismissed right way because of this small discourtesy, for which one would find an easy and suitable excuse later on. It seemed to one-the doc that it might be far more reasonable to leave oneself in peace at the moment, instead of disturbing one with chattering or rather conversation. Inasmuch as it was the very certainty which distressed nobody around the others and excused their behaviour. ‘Monsieur Doc’ the representative of the patients was now imploring, his voice raised, ‘ tell us the doc what’s the matter with the world's patients? Since you are not barricading yourself in any or in the medical examination chamber, answer with only a "yes" or a "no", are making happy and hopeful affairs for your parents, and neglecting the negative probabilities in healing the patient thoroughly (I mention this not only incidentally) your medical duties in a truly well heard of manner. I am speaking here in the name of your patients and your assistants-if there were any-,and I am requesting you in all seriousness for immediate and clear explanations every time. We're amazed. We thought you knew you as a calm, reasonable person, and in the future you shall appear forever to want to start parading around in anti-weird moods. All of your clients indicated to me earlier this very day there could be no impossible explanation for your-EXCUSER MOI-situation that might be explained by means of the figurative speech viz. "The eager Beaver!" Yeah it concerned the collection of medical reports entrusted to you through PC or Cell Phone of yours... The person escorting some patients added, 'You frequently make some explanations related to the medical aspects of psycho-somatic diseases and in truth I almost gave everybody I know that-upon my word of honour that-this explanation could not be incorrect for you are a scholar besides your being an industrious medic. However, now I see here even your unimaginable super-intellect headedness, and I am totally promising that the world's intellectuals shan't be losing the respect nourished by your theoretical and practical studies and desire to speak up anything against you in the slightest. Actually your position is not open to be surpassed at all because of the most secure practices of yours. Originally I intended to mention all this to you privately, but since your patients are letting me waste their time here uselessly, I don’t know why the matter shouldn’t come to the attention of your patients. Your productivity has also been very satisfactory recently. Of course, it’s not the time of year-I mean both 2017 and 2018- to conduct exceptional business, we recognize that, but a time of year for conducting super business, there is no such thing at all, Monsieur Doc, and such a thing must never be.’ ‘I was sent for in a hurry as soon as my self-imposed assistants had left,’ one added, ‘because they can’t have just any assistant or rather apprentice working here. I’ve been served myself as if I'm my own secretary or nurse until now, and I could say I’ve done well out of my unchanging job. There’s a lot of work here in afternoons, evenings and even at nights, which is very tiring, and yet I’ll automatically be able to stand it, and I do wonder that I would have given it up.’ The patients have applauded one ‘You were very well satisfied with the job here,’ and added, to make each other aware of the difference between the doc and patients, which one seemed not to ignore. ‘Don’t you believe the spokesperson of the patients,’ said the person who would represent the crowd waiting under the clinic. ‘Monsieur Doc can control himself better than most people. What he doesn’t want to admit he won’t admit, so that you don’t even notice he has something to admit. He has been working here alongside the people escorting the patients of his for several years, they always shared the rooms and the medical examining chamber, but can’t say the doc was close friends with his patients, and everybody should be sure he doesn’t give oneself a thought any more on the contrary of the common dream of the world's intellectuals, and especially the medics amongst them. He has got one woman friend, maybe, some sort of spouse and that people is probably the old landlady's sister of the Coke-Shop or Coke Inn, which is typical of his.’ One of the fake apprentices remarked over question, ‘ is fiancée of yours,’ imitating to look for the peephole in the door as he spoke. The doc answered him ‘I know not, and that’s why I’m telling you. If she was fiancée, then it wouldn’t be of any importance never the clients of the coke-shop nor those of mine.’ Another person said the spokesperson of the patients ‘I understand you mean you can be proud of having won yourself such a reserved lady.’

    FINALE...........FINALE.......... FINALE........ FINALE....... FINALE........FINALE......FINALE

    TOWARDS THE NEW NOVEL HORIZONS.........

    Those talks are the second in a series of dialogues based in part on eyewitness accounts about the rapidly rising social progress induced treatments or rather health service conditions in the clinic of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF in Turkey while President Trump would forgive a turkey and stop the Xmas fanatics to fry it! One is a country belonging to TURCO-Islamic World and the other an animal from the world of poultry...The main problem is framed with the unchanged problem: Of what the future may hold for the country. Let's remember that SOLZHENITSOF helped the mankind to solve the problem related to the inhuman acts of the officials of Mugabe-ex dictator of Zimbabwe so that much has been written on the endemic corruption in the parts of the old earth, A good columnist writes that "North Korea, and Turkey which involves virtually every social strata including political, judicial, government administration, private sector, civil society, business, and military and which stands in total contrast to The Dictators' grandiose vision to make the-above mentioned-countries...etc. And yet after several years in severe power capable to declare war against humanity then would "preside over those states deeply entrenched in corruption, conspiracy theories, and intrigue." In the evaluation of the doc's clinic services consolidate one's healing strength, one should intimidate the microbes-for they had at least some microbiological consciousness fatality, to prevent the anti-hygienic physical environment that might emasculate the anti-gens, to silence the immunity of the human body, and to enfeeble the auto residence of the patient...Having been given the data based on the pervasiveness of season linked epidemics, and yet progress in the medical treatment -seemingly-has slowed down. In the initial years of the doc's clinic, the healing potentiality grew by one hundred percent because one-as a successful medic-made it a priority while focusing on the illness and the patient subsequently would become became origin of progress in the socio-medical studies


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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    (A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds)

    Talks, talks, talks...That would come to the meaning: VERBOSE viz. "The Word Diarrhoea" in the preaches of Turkish Ayatollah GULEN, and yet a wordy style in some literature schools...As for the talks-between some of the humanist Saudis and the Anti Semitic terrorists they are worth of writing in a platonic love story related to lovers and haters meanwhile the TURCO-Islamic militants-are the second in a series of dialogues based in part on eyewitness accounts about the rapidly rising social progress induced treatments or rather health service-given in The Psycho Somatic Illness- conditions in the clinic of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF in Turkey while President Trump would forgive a turkey and stop the Xmas fanatics to fry it! One is a country belonging to TURCO-Islamic World and the other an animal from the world of poultry...The main problem is framed with the unchanged problem: Of what the future may hold for the country. Let's remember that SOLZHENITSOF helped the mankind to solve the problem related to the inhuman acts of the officials of Mugabe-ex dictator of Zimbabwe so that much has been written on the endemic corruption in the parts of the old earth, A good columnist writes that "North Korea, and Turkey which involves virtually every social strata including political, judicial, government administration, private sector, civil society, business, and military and which stands in total contrast to The Dictators' grandiose vision to make the-above mentioned-countries...etc. And yet after several years in severe power capable to declare war against humanity then would "preside over those states deeply entrenched in corruption, conspiracy theories, and intrigue." In the evaluation of the doc's clinic services consolidate one's healing strength, one should intimidate the microbes-for they had at least some microbiological consciousness fatality, to prevent the anti-hygienic physical environment that might emasculate the anti-gens, to silence the immunity of the human body, and to enfeeble the auto residence of the patient...Having been given the data based on the pervasiveness of season linked epidemics, and yet progress in the medical treatment -seemingly-has slowed down. In the initial years of the doc's clinic, the healing potentiality grew by one hundred percent because one-as a successful medic-made it a priority while focusing on the illness and the patient subsequently would become became origin of progress in the socio-medical studies!Then come on everybody to decide what the main deed is: the lecture or talk in the form of "chat", "dialogue" or even tweeting and the like. As for the crowd around the circular table to dispute Jerusalem having been impeded...err... what indeed?. Intellectual curiosity? But do the Islamic terrorists actually need it. Apparently not. What about the Israeli police or military-sleeping only two hours for the sake of the humans' peace protection. Ever since the electric lights were once cut off by the terrorists in Gaza Strip, they always have a candle by them, huh? The Islamic terrorists would stand very near even to ruin the heritage of The Jesus Christ, say love or peace or rather peace and love. One upon a time the author of these lines had heard that his play-Jerusalem The Home of Mine staged at the theatre built in the style of the cathedral in Moscow. Cathedral in my country's capital or the holy state-Vatican...One might see that religion is religion, and the holiness could find the way piercing our hearts here or there! As for the religion let's inquire: If The Pope were in Jerusalem should he have groped his way tottering to his arm-chair mounted on his special vehicle? Could one imagine a Jewish and let the skull cap of one of the respectable colleagues of the Pope's fall down in the wind that peculiar to the geographical place encircling the Jewish people's 5777 years old capital city. But any pious person might have looked as if she or he was stretching out for an usual forty winks in the evening, if the heavy nodding of her or his head had already showed that she or he was not sleeping at all. Instead of the tumult created by terror tending people in the lanes of Jerusalem some people had lain motionless the entire time in the spot where the lodgers had caught them. Why? Who can know but the God! Disappointment with the collapse of Islamic terrorists' old plan to ruin Jerusalem one might think that perhaps their weakness brought on their severe hunger because of having been overfed made it impossible for them to move. One-the perpetual personality of SOLZH- was certainly afraid that a general disaster would break over the benumbed world's peace-or at least perplexed by terror-collapse at any moment, and one waited. And yet one would have startled if the violin of a violinist-one of the famous orchestras used to give annual concerts in Israel fell from her or his lap, out from under her or his trembling fingers feeling the horror the terrorists would make the innocent Jewish artists to feel very frequently-,and gave off a reverberating-or rather echo induced- tone. ‘Our dear people of arts our dear spiritual guides,’ thought one banging one's hand on the table by way of an introduction, and shouted ‘things cannot go on any longer in this way. Maybe if the world's intellectuals don’t understand that, well, I do. I will not utter my great violinist’s name in front of those horror organizing monsters, and thus I say only that we must try to get rid of terror especially in Gaza Strip. We have tried what is humanly possible to take care of it and to be patient. I believe that no one can criticize us in the slightest.’ An old lady passing by the place one stood still cried, ‘He is right in a thousand ways,’ and a little boy walking beside her said 'My father would be confess himself the same thing besides'. One, who was capable of breathing more strongly than a race horse, began to sneeze numbly with one's hand held up over one's mouth and a manic-depressive expression in one's eyes tending to make everybody to be smiling instead of the horrific scenes in the lanes of Jerusalem.

    THE MAIN EPISODE

    One's family hurried over to the administrators and held the viceroy's forehead if he was running a fever for obviously he was suffering from common cold. One's elder brother’s words related to the slight-epidemic-sickness seemed to have led one's mother to certain reflections colorfully traditional. The viceroy sat upright, played with the epaulettes and gilded buttons of his uniform which still was attracting the attention of the visitors having been augmenting the respect they all felt before that great man. On the table from the coke-inn beverages, and seemed now and then curious to the motionless people or rather the visitants of the administration. ‘We must try to get rid of all suspicions and worry,’ one's father now said decisively to the viceroy, for he, in his artificial hum and haw composition within the gesture assumed eliciting normally but non-normally-if not abnormally-, wasn’t listening to anything, ‘it is killing joy of both from the point of humanist Jews and inhuman anti-Semitic agents. I see it coming. When people have to work hard to reconstruct The Temple of Solomon as they do it as they all could do it! And yet we Jews cannot also tolerate this endless torment at our home or rather in our capital city 5777 years old. None just can go on any more.’ And the viceroy broke out into such a crying fit that his tears flowed out down onto the nearest visitor’s face. The general secretary of the administrator wiped them off the humble person visiting him in full respect with mechanical motions of her-because the secretary was female-hands. ‘Sire’ said the one respectfully and with obvious appreciation, ‘then what should we do?’ The viceroy couldn't have shrugged his shoulders as a sign of the perplexity which, in contrast to his previous confidence, had come over the nearest visitor while all visitors were crying. One-without interrupting any body's talk-uttered ‘If only the anti-humanist people understood us,’ in a questioning tone. A lady worrier, say a girl soldier, in the midst of several people's chatting and laughing, so one shook the hands everybody one would meet energetically as a sign that there was no point not thinking of the capital city of Israel-Jerusalem. ‘If the horror architecting persons only understood us-the Jews,’ repeated one's mother at the end of one's cell phone by means of which one was impending to open one's eyes. Adding to it one absorbed in deep thoughts to criticize the girl soldier’s conviction of the impossibility of some points in the matter of Jerusalem, and one uttered: ‘then perhaps some compromise would be possible with her. But as it is…’ ‘It must be gotten rid of,’ warned one of the strong probability the girl soldier; ‘That is the only way, the people. You must try to get rid of the idea claiming that this is not our capital city. The fact that everybody have believed for so long, that is truly our real fortune. But how can it be another city but the capital city of ours? If it were another city, it would have long ago realized that a communal life among human beings is not possible with such a city and couldn't have gone away voluntarily. Then everybody called Hebrews would not have another capital city but Jerusalem, but the Hebrews could go on living and honor its memory. But the animosity-as dreamed by Anti Semitic terrorists-between the natural Hebrews and orthodox Jews, for instance in New York- plagues us. It drives away the malicious intentions, will obviously take over the entire region, and leave us to spend the years in horror.' Just look, my pious comrade viz. my Jewish Brothers,’ another one suddenly cried out, ‘One’s already remembered that he is a good Hebrew starting up again.’ With a sudden happiness which was totally incomprehensible to one seeing that the sister soldier even left all the Jewish ladies, pushed oneself away from one's place, as if she-The lady Jewish warrior would sooner sacrifice even her mother than any cooperation brought to the people without any preview to remain in one’s vicinity, and rushed behind all the Jewish ladies-present there-who, excited merely by her behavior, also stood up and half raised her arms in front of the sister warrior as though to protect her. But one did not have any notion of wishing to create problems for anyone and certainly not especially for that lady soldier. One had just started to turn oneself around in order to creep back into one's place, quite a startling sight, since, as a result of his suffering condition, one had to guide oneself through the difficulty of turning around with the burden filling one's head, in this process lifting his umbrella and banging it against the pavement for several times so one paused and looked around. Obviously one's good intentions related to the capital city of his ancestors seem to have been recognized so that the sensation felt by one because of the fright had only lasted for a moment. Now they looked at the lady warrior in a broad smile around one's mouth and gaiety prevailing over whole body of one's. The people seemed non-excited as if lay in their arm chairs, with their legs stretched out and pressed together while their eyes were almost entirely open from happiness. The Jews and sister warrior have been being tended to sit next to one another. The sister warrior had set her hands around the first person’s neck thereof she would happen to run into. ‘Girl soldier talked, 'Now perhaps I can actually turn myself each side for I thought from the point of view of everybody and we should begin the task again. Actually I couldn’t stop puffing at the effort based on the protection of Jerusalem, and ought to rest now and then. Besides no one was urging me on. It was all left to us namely the Jews on our own. When I had completed turning successfully to encircle every points...' She immediately began to wander straight to and fro. Probably she was astonished at the great distance which separated her from her home or rather the house of her beloved house and did not understand in the least how in her power she had covered the same distance a short time before, almost without noticing it besides she constantly would intend only on creeping along quickly towards the front wherein the skirmish should go on, she hardly would pay any attention to the fact that no word or cry from her family had tried to interrupt her. Only when she was already within the imagination efforts did she turn her head, not completely, because she felt her neck growing stiff as one writing down her considerations if not feelings. At any rate she still saw that behind The Capital City of Israel nothing had changed at any rate. Only some people were standing up, and her powerful glimpse brushed over the most pious Jewish youngsters who were now completely shrilling. Hardly was one amongst them when the safety forces barricades door were pushed open very quickly, unbolted fast, and barring lifted. Then...anything viz. everything.... One was startled by the sudden commotion behind one in the lane of Jerusalem full of "Shalom", so much so that one's strong extremities bent not at any rate while one's effort to build peace, say shalom doubled upon one's shoulders. It was the sister soldier who had been somehow in a hurry as if she have had to stand up right away, had waited, and had then sprung forward fervently. Gregor had not heard anything of her approach. She cried out also ‘Finally!’ to the people around, as she turned the socio-political key in the lock first to put on the light to illuminate the Trump's Jerusalem decision. ‘What now?’ One asked oneself and looked around one in the dazzling elucidation. One soon made the discovery that one could move limitlessly at all, and one was not surprised at that. On the contrary, the enlightening struck one as unnatural that one had really been able up to this point to move around with strong legs besides one felt relatively content. True, he had happiness throughout the decision of the president, but it seemed to him that it was gradually becoming stronger and capable and would finally go away to complete one's strolling around one's own nest. The bright red apple on his palm and the lights surrounding area, entirely covered with white dust from the history, one have noticed from the very beginning of one's curriculum through primary school. In this business, the sister soldier's own thought should have been that the terrorists used to be behind the innocent people as they had to disappear for a long while besides the bundle of all horrific events was, if possible, even more decisive than defense method of the sister soldier and brother soldiers. Observing her indulged into deep thoughts one remained in a state of empty and peaceful reflection until the car horns began to make noise over traffic jam somewhere near to them, and yet none get angry with them for the street noises might be heard there even there could be crowds-to render Ramadan rituals related to the dawn mails-radiating high decibel sounds when the remote towers would struck three o’clock in the morning. The Israeli girl soldier remembered that she too would observe-from the window of the house on the 20 years old, medium size, brown in color block's second flat of her family-the beginning of the general dawning outside in the fasting months of Muslim citizens. Then without willing or opposing it, her head should sink all the way down, and from nostrils might flow out-not too much weakly- yes out her deep breath just as before every routine sleep. Early in the morning her mother might come to clean the room of hers first instead of that both her brother and father would wake up after her. In her sensible energy and sensitivity linked to alert she could hear the sound from all the doors banged-within the professional condition or rather-precisely the way ought to keep as a professional people had already asked her not to avoid-very clearly so that once she arrived at a quiet observation could no longer possible stop it any corner in the entire street wherein her family's apartment took place as an old but attractive, say residence. In her customarily brief visit to the shadowy points therein some vague manner induced mops might tend to come together she could at first have found nothing special. She thought the terror agents lay so immobile there intending to play the offended party so that the non-biased people gave the girl soldier credit for as non-uncompleted an understanding as possible because she happened to hold the long stride to be stepped in her routine road say nothing of the actions of hers she would tried to tickle horror designers with those strategic and sensitive, and applicable through the probabilities ajar or-within the conditions-semi open. When that should be quite unsuccessful, she would become irritated and poke terrorists a little. And yet it would be fully rendered only when she had shoved them from their place without any resistance till she did become attentive. When this well educated-while the subject of the instructions ought to be based on humanism-girl soldier turned to be of quickly realized the true state of affairs, her eyes grew large so that she soldier-strange to say-whistled to herself, but didn’t restrain herself for long. She strode in the pavement yelled in a loud voice into the darkness of suspicious corners between dark blocks, ‘Come and look my comrades-cooperated with me for peace. Look they have kicked the Molotov cocktails where they have been lying there, totally snuffed with explosives!’ Alas with the exception of married couples in the street none would be seen upright in their places to see what's happened... One had to get over the horrific event producers' fright at the Israeli Girl Warrior before they managed to grasp the peaceful message of the president Trump. But then to the highest probability Mr. President and the first lady might have rushed very quickly out of The White House, one on either side. Actually The President threw the one ton weight papers-consisting ridiculous NAYs against Jerusalem, Israel, Jews, and even the Temple of Solomon-of the United States over the shoulder of the girl shoulders of Israel, and one imagined Mr. Trump came out only in his night-gown, and like this the first lady and her spouse stepped into the street far from that whereof the sister warrior should be responsible. Meanwhile there might be a possibility that the door of the living room of The President's Family (in which they had slept since the papers spent on the comical NAY votes in the sessions actually one of the instant votes saying to "NOP" to their real "YEP!" had arrived on the scene) had also opened not any discussion. Eventually the first lady was fully clothed, as if she had not slept at all; her white face also seem to indicate that. ‘Is it the death of humanity?’ asked the first lady and looked questioningly at the benumbed spokespersons whose seemed brain-washed. Although she could check everything on her own and even understand without a check. ‘I should say so,’ said the president and, by way of proof, poked an Islamic terror chief in the garment of a representative of an anti-Semitic administration’s body with a broom-he stumbled in the garden of the White House-a considerable distance more to the side. Mr. President made a movement as if he wished to restrain the usage of utensils from the kitchen of The White House, but didn’t do it. ‘Well,’ said Mrs. Trump, ‘now we can give thanks to God.’ She crossed herself, and several bodyguards of the president followed her example instantly. At the other side of the world, in Jerusalem, the girl soldier did not take her eyes off the vague shadows loitering around after the regular prays of the community loyal to the mosque having been mounted upon the invisible pillars of the Solomon Temple covered with the massive soil making the temple lost under the earth presently said, ‘Look how thin they were. Obviously they had eaten nothing but the anti-Semitic preaches for such a long time. The spiritual meals which came in their heads came out exactly as a scheme aggressive and even bloody at the same time.’ In fact, their bodies was completely flat and in rags to make a good and dangerous camouflage so that the sister could dare say that that wasn't apparent really for the first time, now that they would no longer raised on their legs in-purposely used in a horrific way-worn out blue jeans matching to big boots and, moreover, now that nothing else distracted one’s gaze. ‘Girl soldier, come into us for a moment,’ said one with a semi-official smile of the authors, and Girl Soldier went, not without looking back at the terror teams around, behind one into a patisserie. The waitress there shut the door of the cake smelling hall and opened the window wide. In spite of the cold dews of the dawns of the Month of December, the fresh air was thoroughly hued brown with the relative warmth. It was already the end of December 2017. The Israeli girl soldier smiled towards the winter sky of Jerusalem and several people stepped out of their shadowy places and looked around for their lost happiness, astonished that sister soldier had been forgotten their spirit in her smile. ‘Where is the thing-apart from the gloomy winter sky-to inspire our old soul sought before thousand and thousand years apt to be seen as getting older excessively by the King Solomon of The temple?’ asked the middle one of the crowd grumpily to the children-playing in safety-around the Israeli girl warrior. However, the girl warrior laid her finger to her lips and then quickly and silently indicated to the crowd that they could come into the anthropologically dug trenches that could be carrying the spirit over historical smells to . So they too came and stood around her, their hands in the pockets of their somewhat worn jackets, in the street, which was already quite bright sought by the girl soldier. Then a lot of doors opening to the lane happened to seem ajar, and the father of the girl warrior appeared in his uniform-for he wasn't retired from army, with his rifle pending over his right shoulder and his bag of first aid-to be used especially in the case of wounded eyes which could be perpetually at the target of Muslim radical militants from Istanbul on the other. Then the girl, her father and other timid Jews came together, all were a little tear stained. Now and then the father pressed his face onto his daughter’s arm, and shouted at the shadows of the probable terrorists having oozed into the streets of Jerusalem ‘Get out of our Hebrew ancestors 5777 years old capital city immediately,’ And the girl warrior made a gesture of pulling open a door open, without letting go of the coward radical Islamist persons from Istanbul. ‘What do you mean with that gesture?’ asked the-before mentioned-middle person, somewhat dismayed and with grinning. The other people kept their hands behind them and constantly rubbed them against each other, as if in joyful anticipation of a great anti-Islamic terror operation which must end up in their favor. ‘I mean exactly what I say,’ replied the girl soldier and went directly with a group of innocent or rather pacifist citizens alongside two other soldier companions up to the suspicious corners in shadow and quiet. The latter-it is not easy to differ the first from this one-at first stood there motionless and looked at the end of the street wherein another road crossed it. Eventually everything seemed in a promising way as if matters were arranging themselves in a new style in her and her father's head. ‘All right, then we’ll go,’ replied a coward Muslim-male of course- militant from Istanbul and looked up at the girl soldier's father as if, suddenly overcome by humility, he was asking fresh permission for this decision. And yet the girl merely nodded to him repeatedly with an immediate fury... Following that, the terror agent actually went solely with long strides into the mid of the road trying-apparently-to hinder the natural flow of traffic at that time of the week day. His horror planning friends had already been listening for a while with their hands quite still, and now they hopped smartly after him, as if afraid that the father of girl soldier could step into that place ahead of them and disturb their reunion with their leader chosen by the dictator himself of their terror backing, fake modern republic. In the street to be preserved within its neutral peace or rather historic shalom all the citizens within the vicinity took their hats from somewhere like a mobile coat rack, but couldn't pull their canes from the cane holder for mobile wouldn't be apt to hold more places for them, and yet bowed silently, and left not the street. (....Breaking News.......Breaking News ...........Breaking News.....Three Turkish citizens detained by Israel in Jerusalem to stand trial Three Turkish citizens, detained by Israeli police on Dec. 22, will appear in court on Dec. 23, a lawyer told state-run Anadolu Agency....) In what turned out to be an entirely groundless mistrust, our Israeli girl soldier's father stepped with that mademoiselle warrior out onto some stair steps linked to a platform in the form of landing, leaned against something as if it were a railing, and looked down as the three TURCO-Islamic terrorists slowly but steadily made their way down the long, sliding pavement, disappeared on each obstacle seeming like new step or rather a step following the other say in a certain turn of the stairwell and in a few seconds came out again so that he deeper they proceeded, the more the girl soldier and his father lost interest in them, and when a street vendor with a tray on his head come to meet them and then with a proud bearing ascended the higher portions of the pavement above them, Mr. Daddy together with his warrior daughter, imitated having left something like a banister, and they all returned, as if relieved, back into the first point they have been standing thereunto they decided to pass that day resting and going for a stroll. Not only they would have decide to gain any break from work, but there was no question that they had really needed must have got. And so they have managed to find two stools to sit down at-using the composition of that apparatus induced little things the girl soldier used her knee as a table and wrote three reports of apology in the name of those three terrorist for their crime against the mankind: To the commander or rather to her supervisor, to a certain newbie under her command in her squat, and to her fiancée. During the she warrior's writing one came near to say that one was going off, for one's morning work was finished or rather was to be given start in another place. The three people whose malicious intention was apparently not to be writing any report but to rapport the innocent Israeli girls like the sister soldiers who had been seen as having written whereby one at first merely nodded, without glancing up. Only when the one was still willing to depart, did they look up angrily. ‘Well?’ asked another father and brother of another sister warrior. The stood smiling in the doorway of a peaceful Israelite's home, as if one had a great stroke of luck to report to the family of The Literature Network but would only do it if one was asked directly. The almost upright small KIPPA on at nearly the back of one's head which had irritated the three radical militants from Istanbul during their entire horror designing act, swayed lightly in all directions. ‘All right then, what do you really want?’ asked the Israelite owner of the home, who used as every citizens of Israel to show everybody the same respect from the cleaning lady to the nurse visiting the patients that were given bed rest because of the seasonal sufferings LA GRIPPE and usually respected the strangers like one much more indeed. ‘Well,’ answered one-smiling so happily one couldn’t go on speaking right away-, ‘about how that rubbish from the next horrific wave of non-innocent protestation waves should be thrown out, you must worry too about it. It’s all taken care of.’ Mrs. Warrior and both her daddy and brother bent down a paper she hold in her hand, as though it was the report written down by the other sister soldier and they were to read all writings related to all of the lady warriors of Israel inasmuch as one, who noticed that the lady Israeli workers from the soldiers to the cleaning women who would be observed-to start describing everything in detail whereas-even if every observation should be rendered- they would be decisively prevented by the ladies in charge of security with an outstretched hand, and yet since they were not allowed to explain what those respectable ladies should have remembered-in a great hurry they might be in-and called out, clearly prevented especially Hamas terror, turning towards the observer ‘TI-TA-TI, everyone,’ looking around furiously and left the place near to the patrol they had have to belong with a fearful gesture slamming door opened without permission. ‘This evening they’ll be let go,’ said two fathers, but they got no answer from either the crowd in the street or from their soldier daughters, because they seemed to have upset once again over the fragile tranquillity-attacked by TURCO-Islamic terrorists from Istanbul-they had just attained. They got up, went towards some of the shop windows and remained there, with their arms about each other. One salted them turned around in one's head in their direction and observed them quietly for a while. Then both twos-the fathers of the sister soldiers called out, ‘All right, come here then. Let’s finally get rid of new Islamic terrorists from Istanbul. And have a little consideration The Peace in Israel.’ The girls and the crowd-including one-in the street attended them at once. They rushed to the fathers of the two sister soldiers, caressed them, and quickly ended their announcements over positive feelings. Then all three-the Islamic terror agents from Istanbul left the neighbourhood wherein the street would stretch between the horizons of happiness and hope together. The capital city of Ancient Hebrews and modern Jews would do it forever.viz. would impose hope and happiness upon the mankind in Jerusalem. Yes it should be something like Shalom in the capital city since they had not done for millenniums in the present time and the past and took the non-high speed train into the open air outside the city to the ulterior station-Shalom. The spiritual vehicle in which antic Hebrews were sitting by themselves was totally engulfed by the peace through warm war. They talked to each other if they would not attend the three times prayers in the temple covered by the concrete shadow of AQSA Mosque, tending to be buried by its own soil...Then what about the future prospects of constructing Shalom in Jerusalem? President Trump must have discovered that on closer observation these were not all good for humanity: Shalom and Jerusalem, for all two had covered peaceful people from Russia to America, about which they had not really questioned each other at all! The scene there-if life is not a high tech induced theatre-was extremely favourable and with especially promising prospects from the point of peace viz. shalom, Jerusalem viz. the oldest capital of Israel, and the mankind viz. the anti-terrorist existence that should be being fed by all religions. The greatest improvement of the people's interaction in the situation-as told here-at this moment, of course, had to come from the changes of dwelling, knowing each other, frustration, protection-especially through the service of the Israeli girl soldiers. Then one wanted to rent an apartment small and cheap enough adding to that situated well to observe the first girl soldier and her father in order to narrate the concrete features of the holy city generally more practical than the present one tried to tell in a simple story apt to be understood by everybody therein one had found oneself charged with living and narrating it simultaneously. It? What is it? While one, the lady warriors, their fathers, and the brother of one of the sister soldiers so that all of them amused themselves in the way of observing Israeli young ladies struggling terror...It struck the fathers whose daughters-two certain mademoiselle such and other mademoiselle such-almost at the same moment how their daughters, who was getting more animated all the time, had blossomed recently, in spite of all the troubles which had made their cheeks pale, into the beautiful and voluptuous young lady warriors. Growing more merry-maybe because of the famous season greetings based on exactly the phrase "Merry Christmas"-and almost over consciously understanding each other in the statement saying that ”We humans can study peace a whole year and till understand it.” One imagined oneself as an American play writher designing at the same time the costumes, writing the music. Then come on liberal comrades: Suppose one gave instruction to a Jewish chemist answering the name Simon. Would he subsist on silk trade in Tehran , Quai Imam Khomeini, and got the best business advice from his ghost. (As an aside one wonders if Monsieur Simon should have translated his trade principles into French for the ghost could understand it clearer. Thus would my wife have had to write in her notebook, “How does one achieve the knowledge of higher worlds like the oldest capital city namely Jerusalem? At the temple-under the protection of the Israeli sister soldiers there-etcetera. In the new lodge there having got one's new name is as Michael, strong as a giant, formerly a great drunkard with a sensitive memory, who continually would believe and continually shouldn't have any doubts. Supposedly it was very funny when, once at a congress in Tehran, at a dinner on The Wrestler's Square one moonlit night, Dr. MES came unexpectedly into the gathering and he hid in fear behind a coca cola barrel with a disposable cup-though Dr. MES might have been angry at this...Perhaps he is not the greatest living psycho-somatic researcher, but he alone has received the task of uniting social schizophrenia with Islamic Terror, and that’s also why he knows everything. Once a pragmatist philosopher, a great master of occasion-generally defined-had come to the lyceum from where that person had been graduated. Apparently that person have been willing to be enlightened once more about pragmatist philosophy. Before entering into the school the chairman of the teachers' educational board would have asked the visitor: "What's your exact request?" After a while, "That I would look up Dr. Heidegger Jr." happened as the reply, and yet the answer would be interpreted by the lady in charge of cleaning the premises and the corridors linked to the class rooms " It reminded us of the historical deed devoted to creating occasions..." And one of the listeners having harkened the dialogue scalded them "that should be very important for us as the beginning of recollection in the way of occasions profitable enough. All the details of that story have been told one after moving to one's new flat... The landowner of the new home of one had, when he showed the first signs of influenza when making the contract to let the flat..One also asked the landlord some profit promising questions about Heidegger Jr. or rather about a remedy, to be prescribed by any members of the Heidegger Jr. dismissing the undesirable effects of the terror threatening good readers amongst the citizens who would like to live in Jerusalem forever. In another saying the Zionist readers were they: The most innocent readers of the world! It-this little interval like tale installed into the narration-not only for the sister soldiers, and yet they got better immediately. A French originated Jewish girl in charge of the security in the narrow roads of Jerusalem did not listen to the non-speculative dingy additions at the tail of one's basic narration but took leave of one over one famous part of speech “Au REVOVIR.” One shook one's hand behind her. There should be a great probability pointing that two months later she would leave her old home and move a modern block-maybe-for a long time. Yet another similar case might be lived in Moscow, New York, Sydney and the like. So one should explained the reason of making remarks only one the case in Jerusalem, huh? Alright then here you are the reason: Jerusalem! Yes, Jerusalem couldn't be seen as a problem but a solution itself. That would be the reason of reporting various events from Jerusalem. Come on then! A Jerusalem banister could solve several judiciary arguments using colours picked out by Heidegger Jr. Also he was to be sending the plaintive into the museums of well known painters with instructions to concentrate on a particular painters for a some hours or longer. Destruction of justice could not have been rendered in the vicinity of the Synagogue near to the centre of Jerusalem, overwhelming every injustice through egoism. One thought that one might be assumed to live in a decisive time. Heidegger Jr. ’s efforts will be successful if only the powers of one do not gain the upper hand in searching the boundaries of his success for one would be carry on with living in the holy place without frontiers namely Jerusalem-the most ancient capital-city on the old earth. One ate two apples and drink milk without any remorse over those morsels for in the Jewish Capital City he dared not to consume the milk with meat but apple. Yeah with apple one could drink three litres of milk and fruits that grow in the same way as apple, say growing in the air. Nevertheless one should keep company with one's absent amicable souls-the Israeli sister warriors, their fathers and the like by means of thought forms, which one sent out to them without bothering about them after they have produced. And yet there would be a problem: should they soon wear off and one must generate more beginning with the classical debut of indispensible narrations: I have a bad memory from the heaven that should warn: "Don’t eat any apples!" Must one give oneself lectures of Shalom-Peace, Jerusalem? Here you are rhetorical reflection: relaxed arguments regarding to the objections of opponents... Excluding-of course- the Islamic terrorists who might be amazed only by the opposition that could be satisfied over bloodshed solely! So that one shouldn't not feel oneself in need of further definition and enlivening of these objections the new friends of one might fall into worry, sinking entirely into these objections as if there were nothing else. Then the listeners-with whom one has got acquaintance in one of the streets of Jerusalem-would take a response to be impossible and is more than satisfied with a fleeting description of the possibility of one's defence from the point of narration. This rhetorical effect might correspond, incidentally, to the commandment of the devotional spirit having been prepared in the instant agenda of one's. One's continual gazing out of the one’s new flat with extended an hand. If one would like to leaving out the final point it might be said that generally spoken sentences should begin at the speaker-who has been made of a mere listener-with its great capital letter, in its course bends as far as it can out to the listeners namely to the sister soldiers of Israelis' beloved capital city, and turns back to the speaker with the final point, and yet if the final point is left out, then the sentence, no longer held, blows directly onto the listener with the entire breath of one's full of gaiety, hope, and unseen movements towards happiness ultimately. Could the urban world understand it? Understanding or rather deciphering what it is should be linked to the. One, an older student so that if one looked at one closely, one was frightened by the eyes of the onlooker...Once in a winter night-coming back from a nightly visit from big daddy-one stood as if one would take the time as a winter afternoon in the midst of the falling snow on an non-empty street of Jerusalem for it might be full of crowdie induced groups of both Islamic terrorists and the onlookers in their autumn or spring-time clothes not with a winter coat on top, shawls around their necks...Nonetheless that situation might be forgivable while having been embraced by one and only season of Jerusalem based one literally four seasons. And what about a fur cap? Hmm! Should one squinted one's eyes? YEP? NOP To be in deliberation need not must induce the way of looking. And yet one had lost oneself so deeply in thought that at one point one might have taken off one's cap if one had got one... and yet one brushed one's eyes, and given a good friction over his face say using a bandana. At last one seemed to reach some conclusion and turned with a dance step toward the street therein the Israeli sister soldiers would be charged with the security of our evergreen or rather ever-blue home namely Jerusalem. As one reached at the point the lady heroes and their his parents were standing, working, talking briefly living room! Obviously the girl warriors struggling Islamic Terror used to see their fathers, clean-shaven men with homogeneous face lines, crinkles, and decisive composition based on heroic lines. Eventually they all facing one from their point as if sitting at an empty table to have a cup of cola. “Finally,” one said while having scarcely set foot in the critical points of the road open to tumult, terror, horror, and the like... The Israeli girl soldiers were waiting there for the sake of the security in Jerusalem at the various points so that the terrorists from Istanbul would be so furious with them that can hardly handle themselves without the aid of the duet of Qatar money and Turkey's Islamic radical militants. But the fathers, saw one, and only on or out of speaking noticed how they had been giving the humanist struggle to eradicate the terror in The Mideast. Gosh! One of the sister soldier's father uttered "Quiet!", while uttering that too much exclamation calling the target person to be quiet viz. not to be very emphasized over the voice or generally sound her father shouted and stood up, blocking a scenery one would like to observe thoroughly. "Quiet, I order you. And no arguments from you, you understand." re-emphasized her father meanwhile he tried to protect the position with all efforts his body could afford and dragged his bulky existence a step closer to one, "I won’t put up with your obstinacy in refusing to drink a drop of cola any more. The fathers are always all old men even when they are middle aged or even young persons. I thought that in you I’d have a consolation for my old age, that’s what makes your existence a torment worse than all my sufferings based on getting older . Blast such a girl-through excessive conscientiousness, truthfulness, growing out of spite, and witty works, she’s pushing her old father into the grave." Here the Israeli girl soldier’s father fell silent, but went on with activating his face muscles as if he were still speaking. "Dear father," said sister soldier, and moved cautiously toward the point where he stand still, "calm down, everything will be fine in our eternal capital city Jerusalem. I’ve had an idea today that will make a hardworking lady of me, as you could only hope for." "What’s that?" asked her father and looked into the space she would fill her courage before arms. "Just trust me, I’ll explain everything to you over breakfast. Deep down I’ve always been a docile daughter of yours and mom's, it’s just that I couldn’t show it on the outside namely in the streets thereof I should be in charge from the point of security... I was so bitter that I would rather torment you, if there was no way I could make you happy. But just let me go for a patrol walk now, so that I can get my attention clearer in watching for the old capital city of Hebrews who are our ancestors and older than the history." Her father, at first paying close attention, had drawn nearer to the group of the other girl, her father and the edge of the pavement one stood: "I do believe there’s more self sacrifice than sense in what you just said, I’d sooner take it for blather. And yet in the end you’re my girl come back on time, we’ll be getting ready after having dinner at home although you can tell me the matter then at the breakfast." That little notification in his voice was all he needed. She began to reply the father in a tone of rebuking, "I ought to explain that my thankfulness to you from the bottom of my heart. And yet it is plain to see in everybody's eyes that I’m entirely occupied with a serious matter, isn't it? At the moment I do see everything." But that could also be my mission of struggling Islamic Terror from Hamas, Hezbollah, and TURCO-Islamic terror after all I’ve gotten used to looking right past the people patrolling in the vicinity I'm responsible." Meanwhile, as was her habit, he struck regular blows against the air as if there were something like a tabletop as a reminder of passing time. But what matters was that she did trust us-The Zionist for Zionism should be defined as a free will to live in Jerusalem. YEP! Only to live there, only to live in the oldest capital city-Jerusalem at all any more or rather forever. The one should wander If one would shout at both when they argued one shouted at them, didn’t one? One did it only in the hope that it might improve Shalom viz. Peace, one did it only for the thought of our poor good Zionists namely the Jerusalem Lovers, who perhaps now feels no immediate sorrow over anybody, but is slowly going to progress from the effort of fending off every sorrow, since she soldiers and one imagine that this will help the humanity somehow. One considered, "But in the end this is something the sister soldiers already know quite well, and for one's sake alone they wouldn’t have reminded one of it if one hadn’t provoked them with the fathers' promises. During those last words, the girl soldiers stepped in to check on the horizon in the risky road. Scarcely had they left the space when the fathers called out: 'But girls! we wouldn’t have expected that. If you’d had only a small idea in the appreciation of the tender hearts of the parents, let’s say an idea about our dissertation, that’s been sitting at least a good five years in our chest so it’s possible, if not even highly probable, that just as happened today we would have come running street from the walk in the country side...' And one of the girl soldiers said to her daddy: 'Father, happily I’ve had this and this idea. And if then, with your venerable voice, you had spoken those touching thoughts from a little while ago into my face, then my idea would have been simply blown away and I would have had to carry on with marching off towards the direction linked to saving Jerusalem with some excuse, or without one. But now! Everything you say over excessive tenderness to scald me helps my ideas, they don’t cease, they get stronger and fill up my head alongside the big affection full of Zionism. I’ll go, because only in privacy can I set them in order.' She gulped at her breath in the cool street. 'And it could also be a queer trick that you have in your head,' said her father with wide eyes, 'now I believe it has got hold of you.' One understood that if a girl soldier had got something capable gets into the listeners by mistake, then it would run out of her soul overnight. One knew the heroic speeches and actions of the sister soldiers. By the way the other father shook his head as if he were being held by the neck, "Let us-the parents of the Israeli soldiers-no matter girl or alone they should be-it might be most unnecessary the hero children drilling into the hearts of the parents."



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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I

    The mere possibility that they all might be able to predict the future of the peace and Jerusalem really shouldn’t tempt the people-even the Anti Semitic agents included-to disturb their careful deliberations. Perhaps their past gives that right for considerations and talk on Jerusalem, but that shouldn’t make use of it. There one could see best how great the security of the Israel's capital city namely the problem of peace keeping might be, if it forces Anti-Semitic vagabonds to speak against the peace-shalom. "Nothing forces me," said the first girl soldier, and jerked her neck. She even stepped much closer to the other fives, so that one could no longer tell to whom the direction of talk belonged. "What I said, I said in awe, and even from love for the fragile heart of my family namely my father, as you’ll see later, for the greatest part of my decisions comes out of consideration for my daddy and mama, and the other members of my family." Instantly her father echoed, "Then I shall have to thank you, since it’s highly unlikely that your mother and I will still be able to do so at the appropriate moment." She defied out of grudge and yet because of love, "Please father, let the future of the marvellously secured capital city of our innocent Jews sleep for now, as it deserves." If one haven't waken too early, you would have get a paradox induced present. But that one should have to tell the reader this! It’s not even that one hadn't wanted to convince the girl soldiers and their fathers, but only to announce the new comments on the eternal capital viz. Jerusalem. And that at least, as one have to admit, one have accomplished. Now the Israeli girl warrior would have got only one thing still amazed her and her father: why one haven’t often before come to them with a thing like today’s so that It should have fit one's previous nature so well. YEP, in fact one's serious. Actually Israeli sister warriors would have struck one instead of listening to their fathers. They ran there so quickly, God knows, to give their fathers and the brother of one of twos some joy. But they couldn’t give away anything to them until their plan would be completely finished. So why did the parents seem berating for their intense intentions, and demand explanations from them that might hinder the accomplishment of their security plans related to the streets under the risks created by either by the Hamas terrorists and the Islamic terrorists from Istanbul. The brother-as if having sensed the thought of his sister and even that of the other girl-cried,"Quiet I don’t want to know a thing. But I must answer you very quickly, since you’re drawing back to the risky corners and obviously have something very urgent in mind: you calmed my original anger with your piece of security measures that might put on your shoulders the burden of protection viz. protecting the peace, and only now it’s all the sadder for me than before and so the father of the other girl, our father and I beg you if you stay longer I can even fold our hands at least say nothing of your ideas to the mothers and all members of our families. Let it be enough with us." His sister replied, "That certainly isn’t my brother who’s speaking this way, who had already laid her gun on the pavement with an overt exhaustion." One observed that something has come over them since morning, or they’re stranger one was then meeting for the first time in the streets of their own capital city namely Jerusalem. The two girl soldiers, their fathers and the brother of one of them happened to fall into silent for a moment, their mouth shut as closed shutters so that one would surely have embraced their changing moods, one would have called noble! As for their mothers. What might have happened to them after the greatest of the good tidings were introduce to make the mankind happy, say having heard the innocent, holy, and humanist term-Jerusalem The Capital of The Sons of Israel? They’d better eat dinner with the fathers of the girl warriors, one thinks. It would be more pleasant. The sister warriors-each of the twos-will come back, say each of them back to each one's home soon. No doubts that they can’t stay away much longer from the Friday evenings' Shalom induced dinners dressed with the opening words: YOM ASHISI... And their mothers ought to be with their daughters-the sister warriors. And one, whom one was calling oneself then. All of them. And one pushed one's shoulder against the door based on the non-existence door, as if he had meant to break all doors-shut before the Shalom-down. Having arrived at one’s new apartment, one bowed to the vague shadow of one's with the words: "I know you Herr SOLZHENITSOF who is ready for an healthy sleeping, that means everything to build thereafter the healthy wake, and with no further regard for the Islamic horror makers, who were threatening uselessly over the terror attacks back and forth in the Europe-including Russia-and Americans, Australians and the like. From pleasure at the point one visited the sister warriors, their fathers, the brother of one of them one opened a new horizon, which echoed in one's eyes as if all one's limbs touched in a delicate position, and neared carelessly into the atmosphere, which one still saw not thoroughly: one, signed up a new spirit. One needed one's professional attitude. But one couldn’t endure it here in the street... All of them would probably have wanted to go for a little walk together so that they would have to eat dinner together too. So quickly now, huh? With pleasure, said one from one's position, but which first, deciding up, going for a walk, eating dinner, giving reciprocally advice to each other, and one probably wouldn't miss any part of the communication in the street. "And above all, no little jokes," said one oneself. That’s the most important, one forgot not that. One would do them-the sister warriors of Israel, their fathers, a brother-the favour immediately. But getting up one would rather have one's breakfast, lunch, eat dinner for oneself twice than get up for them once. Up now! No arguments. And yet one of the fathers could have grabbed the non-decisive one by the front of one's clothes and sat one up. And yet one was raving as they might know. With all respect. One rubbed at one's semi closed eyes with both powerful fingers. Say. Has one ever torn oneself like this from the space in the street under the threat of horrific attempts to terrorize the Capital of Israel-Jerusalem. But one of the fathers, observed one with a twisted face, and jumped back a little then. One confessed oneself, "I’m not some idiot who’s woken you while you were after 'forty winks' never for no reason but exhortation. Just as your daughters namely the heroines or rather the Israeli Sister Warriors didn’t sleep for holy reason: to struggle terror. The twos-your heroines-had the night shift last night, so they should have in need of a non-disturbed nap just then gotten to their midday mission on the pavements shared by me, and on your account too...How so? Oh, how it irritates one, how little consideration one takes for them. It isn’t the first time. Naturally they’re free and honest citizens and could do whatever you like. Not everyone could be so lucky. So let everybody really have to be considerate, for God’s sake. Of course one ought to be the friends of Jerusalem's citizens, but they haven’t lessened one's work because of that. One illustrated this by shaking one's open hands back and forth. "But mustn’t have one believed, from how the innocent and honest citizens were talking then, that they all must have slept more than enough," said one, who had drawn oneself up on a step and from it looked at the girl soldiers as if one had somewhat more time than earlier. And one cried, "So what do you actually want from me? Or better said, why didn't wake me while I wake you?" Some of the people passing by the little group and a person amongst them tried to give a special attention to them the suddenly asked the father of the first Israeli girl soldier, and heavily rubbed his neck beneath his goatee, in the close connection with the step one’s been standing instead of going to sleep in one's new flat. "What I want from you," parleyed the person gently, and gave the stone step a small push with his heel, very little indeed and went on "I already told to you from the point afar: for you ought to get dressed before going out of home in this decent city. If you want to suggest by this, milord, that your commentary interests me very little, if you’re completely right on this subject." One suggest that person to look at one's new costume in the style camouflage so that it might not be seen easily from afar..." The person continued: "That’s just fine, then it will set you on fire on your own account, even without our citizenship getting involved. Let me explain that your information should become clearer, we need clear information in the eternal capital city, namely Jerusalem to keep our thought foremost. Probably you’re looking for a while for your collar and necktie, and alas you couldn't see that they’re lying there on the armchair." One laughed, "Thanks, said one and began to imitation fastening one's collar and tie, and yet one really couldn't depend on the advice of that person. ‘Yeah,’ The person said, and laughed, sounding pleased, as if he had induced one to come to some secret understanding with the people in the street passing by the point-the two fathers, two daughters namely the sister warriors of Israel or rather actually of Jerusalem, one brother, and one-about the inevitable patriotism to protect both Jewry and humanity-for it wasn’t really anything one explained that occupied the people’s mind and distracted them a little from what they were looking for; it was the members of the group one has been attached already appearance and thier presence there. To be sure, he was much younger than one, almost a young Jew still, and his clothing was like that of one, and yet he happened to appreciate the dress as ridiculous even consisting only the fabric made of the black matter letting one's whole body visible as if one has had no clothing at all instead one had obviously dressed in line with one's own ideas of an observer’s importance. And in one's way one was right alongside the fact that he-opposing one's way of dressing-was right since the position, for which one wasn’t yet in the least suited, had presumably come to the point in the street unexpectedly, undeserved, and only on a light criticism basis. Even the little leather bag like wallet that one always used to carry at one's belt had not been entrusted to anybody-anyhow at any time anywhere-as for one alleged dissatisfaction with the criticism by that person who was simply showing off. And yet in spite of the person's childlike criticism, one too probably had connections with the lines of dressing based on the term vogue. If that person wasn’t lying, he had been in a non-dressed situation induced existence, and one would like to sweep away the day there without knowing the value of what one had got on one's body, and if one embraced one's plump jacket or rather pinched every soft parts of one's outer parts over wide-shouldered body of one's one couldn’t deprive the observation of the person that, but proximity to dealing with 'vogue' might encourage one and the other person for the difficult task ahead that should prevail the streets of Jerusalem. Then perhaps he was not so very different-from the point of dressing-from one after all? Oh yes, he was. He had only to think of the talking bodies glance to be sure of that. No, one would never have touched the members of that little group. Yet he had to cover his eyes for a while, he was looking at one so avidly. "We don’t need more light on dressing style,’ said that person, turning it off again. ‘I only turned it on because you gave me such a fright. What do you want here, anyway? Have the girl soldier left something behind?’ ‘Yes,’ reiterated one, pointing to the changing horizon of the Jerusalem. ‘Here, in the street no tablecloth, no white crochet-work cloth.’ ‘Oh yes, that’s right, no tablecloth, neither in the street nor on the pawement’ said the person. One-besides talking-was living one's life there-in the street of 5777 years old capital city of Israel-as if one were entirely certain of a second life, as if for example one had entirely gotten over the failed time spent in Moscow or Constantinople, since one should strive to return soon...And yet to return where. Only reasonable, conscientious, and conscious reply: Returning to Jerusalem from Jerusalem! Within the boundaries of that talking space one-alongside others namely the girl soldiers their father a bother of one the twos-was tragically feeling created in the audience by the empty hall in the streets of Jerusalem heightens the effect of serious songs in one's heart or rather Hebrew hymns in one's soul at exuberantly attended-by one's spirit of course-performances, even if the presenter would seem to wear his goatee which should be otherwise deep black, with tinges of gray. Good to let such a temperament blow over you, it lasts for hours and hours, probably longer....Returning to the main subject one might be reminded of the fact that a lot of clothing on display, even African costumes, the inner underskirt is the longest so that one can count up the richness from a distance. Of the dress mode-vogue one observed that in the dispute first the person's attention defect accompanied the faults of speech, since the speech defects would be apt to sustain the fight of words or rather between the words having not to be used in the meaning of theirs in accordance of the definitions therein they should be defined as same as all the written language might accept as having been perceived in the accuracy similar that ought to be adopted in positive sciences or even in a broad low-cut colourful dress called over Parisians. If they were be newsboys there they must have left out soon. Then someone spoke to one and the others to the person who had given start to the argument, before one could breathe out to bid a transient farewell to go one's new flat in the vicinity-yes in the vicinity near to the patrol of the two Israeli girl soldiers-and it should be accepted non-ridiculous instead of the fact that one moved that new flat on purpose with an old stylist's smile, an old vogue leading through the experiences from the podiums one used to attend nearly two times a week... So one could get a pink shawl-assumed to be wear by the Pink Panther-from behind the big wardrobe thereof would be used as a depot and might play revolution-as shared by the great Muscovites in vogue-through one's birthplace citizenship in the same tough, indestructible defiance. Only when one first sat like a man from the world of the movies while one was endearing in the streets, lanes, highways and the like. From the other side at the moment the tune “Marseilles” one would begin to whistle without forcing one's throat. That melody was supposed to be living in human's heart very heartily. There could be no doubt that one knew who wrote that musical composition, and connected to this to the vogue, the disputed conception of the sharply divided light and shadow on the street paving. For a moment one felt oneself covered in the armour of bewildering dressing style in the world of vogue, and yet how distant, for example, were the podiums one should remember from the old good days having been spent n both Moscow and Paris in the past.The person who has given the start to vogue spoke again but in a positive way-at least assuming one had dressed from the very beginning of one' life in Moscow, in Paris and would wearing the same dignified clothes-that time, "I remember comrade author, a fine piece of work related to reshaping neckties, I even helped a lady when she was occupied-or rather devoted herself-her work to be mentioned with it, but it’s not in the same room of your new flat in Jerusalem." One rejoiced, "All my girl friends thinks it is like that as you mentioned." and looked around as a citizen to much fidget asking vigorously, "Who’s staying in there? Talk as soon as you can and confess if you are trying to steal my 'A La Mode' designation or rather recreations?" "No" a voice from the shadows around, answered it, ‘Here’s the gentlemen’s and lady soldiers of Israel's observation and argument place, it’s where they couldn't eat or drink, or rather it’s meant for that, but most of the dear citizens of Israel stay up on their own points at the street-on its pavements." The fathers of the sister warriors shouted in an instant choir "If we could be sure," and added "that there was no one in the space of ours next that of yours just now, we’d really like to go in and look for that necktie like a tablecloth with the yellow spectres on its main colour defined as pastel. But we can’t be sure, can we?" While silence would prevail in the streets of Jerusalem the person's youthful speech, age under 40 peremptorily could be heard. He quitted not his vogue lover position. And yet at the pavement no one would ask him anything related to dressing style over the link of clothing in the way based on something: 'A la mode' So which practical studies both for one and the person affected by vogue, since they might be considered tending to share that not for the sake of podiums but something exposed self-evidently. They both might have a choice between clothing at home while having been accompanied by old chaps and put out the dress after left lonely towards the time of sleep. The person reiterated "But do you have any connections between clothing and nakedness?“ One answered "both 'no' and 'yes', somewhat embarrassed at first, but went on to explain much more proudly that if anybody did have any connections, with the current ideas of the society she or he would be ashamed to count on them. They namely the fathers, their daughters, the brother of one of the girl soldiers, and the passersby wherein the argument constructor person took place all smiled...One felt one had been too hasty. And one ought to take care not to voice such truths! The young pure well dressed person-defined above-beside one in the street reminded one of one's own youth, and so make an unappetizing impression on one.The capital city-Jerusalem also have got small corners in the street for those chatting on vogue. A witty person fond of the very conception 'A La Mode' who as it were entered onto an inside-out stage, as the workers on and around podiums who would sometimes show themselves behind the scenery or rather under the podium. One remembered that when one's country was suffering from Soviet oppression the Russian police have been hunting for the people after vogue matters in the street since Stalin, say nothing of the subjects 'a la a mode' not just for wearing new style dresses but even fun, there might be legal atrocities because a new law adopted-lastly in the meaning of relativity-should require to punish the souls after fashion After a new law-then-should come into force, a member of Communist's Party in power, and come up with an idea to organize a protest campaign-by fake workers of course-against fashion. He appealed to all "who have a sense of humour" in social networks to dress as clowns-because of the approach that used to call fashionable style induced dressing and gather in front of the centres of the so called free-state run indeed-mass communication. As a result, the campaign should have led to substantial and quite ridiculous consequences: at least a lot of demonstrators were to be fined a great sum of rubbles each coin of which for violating the public order that ought to be paid over breads of genuine workers."Then some laws might open the way to police iniquity," believed one namely SOLZHENITSOF, a professional pen making the instant pictures to be shared forever in the social life as the photographers could do... Nonetheless no one has been manifested anyhow and no participant of any protest against the twos talking fashion. According to one, the law wouldn't give the Israeli police new powers, which they might be likely to use in a wrong way."The fact is that within the reason of fighting the Muslim terrorists' mentality in terms of clothing, something-as compared with the garments based on vogue-completely different should happen," one that person argued. As for the imaginary street mannequins an interesting incident took place between the passersby-including the person-and the person wearing anti-fashion mask there. According to one of the girl soldiers' father-relatively spokesman- the encounter hasn't led to any serious or undesirable consequences: If the musicians had been there they would have off their masks, talked to the girl soldiers or police officers and the latter would have been allowed to continue their performances related to forgiving every type of the wearing style defined by one and the person who was carrying on with chatting with one. Thus, exceptions might be possible, but the decision whether wearing mask while keeping pace with vogue that in certain cases somehow should disturb the public order, or violates the law remains with the law-enforcement services given in Jerusalem. In other words, when a policeman would tell one to put the overcoat matching extraordinarily with one's trousers... A mask? YEP! For the TURCO-Islamic terror agents were making then so much tumult in and around our 5777 years old capital city of Jewry that either one or the person actually had no other choice than to make obedience evitable ; of course, if one or the person would not want to be attacked by Anti-Semitic Hamas butchers and continue the be hospitalized in a hotel if not in any hospital. Inasmuch as in garbage kind social media should choose the humanist way only when to comply with the requests of Washington and Tel Aviv to delete undesired accounts because they fear US and Israeli influential political celebrities that have told SOLZHENITSOF, adding that the practice, which everybody described as "illegal," has become routine. The narration here shouldn't completely be accurate, one, an actual counter-terrorism specialist and Anti-Semitic terror intelligence needed must to tell everything, commenting on once winning the chance of appliance in order to be the candidate for the collage novel writer recent op-ed which shed light on Anti-Semitic's controversial practice of blocking accounts of individuals at the request of the US and Israeli governments. The world intellectuals would explain "The blocking of accounts of people who are on lists maintained by the US government had to become routine, and it should be also illegal as the account holders have broken no laws and are in compliance with the rules set up by the sites themselves." The novel of the oldest capital city-Jerusalem raised the alarm over the supposed state backed Islamic terror exercised by the administration of Qatar and its ally in The Asia Minor's Bosporus running social networking service against innocent Zionist activists and The European intellectuals like those from Russian. One citing no organ of mass media, and yet as an investigative journalist emphasized the basics of the argument-one rendered by accompaniment of the person-which might have resulted in the closure of numerous accounts and pages of Muslim terrorists individuals and media outlets based on in FATIH near to the Golden Horn might have been deemed as "inciting violence." "That would mean that Israeli officials had got already sufficient information to fulfil virtually a sensitive control over a key communications forum of the lives over podiums even attracting the attention of average Palestinians," one concluded, suggesting that at the same time "calls by Israeli mannequins for observing the Palestinian youth should be commonplace on everywhere, and should largely remain undisturbed." According to the journalists writing about fashion, the new corners to be assigned to the Palestinian mannequins namely the future leaders of Gaza Strip, could be similarly "non-disturbing and even useful..." One highlighted that while the social media service claims that "Alongside Jews a lot of young people of Gaza Strip-In FACEBOOK and INSTAGRAM- accounts were deactivated in the way of growing fond of the " A La Mode" materials because they had just been added to the pivot between Jerusalem/Israel's old Capital City, Paris, Moscow and Manhattan /United States vogue followers list and that the company dealing with fashion was legally obligated to act in order to instigate arguments-as that between one standing near to the group of two fathers their Israeli girl soldiers, one brother and the person related to dressing and the person amongst the passersby-in the open street instead of the opposition against the dressing fashion as Venezuelan President Nicolas Madura, The Caliph of Turkey and Sudan's worn-out dictator Omar Al Basher remained active on both platforms despite the fact they are disturbing the Vogue Zeitgeist in the same style deserving to be in sanctions list as Iran. "Does anyone trust the administration of those people to compel social media platforms concerning fashionable dresses-especially those of ladies-to delete and block anyone they wants to be silenced?" One asked rhetorically some questions oneself and both groups in the street dispersed. Then one-as if one were a secret service veteran from Uganda ordered oneself to go back to one's new flat near to the street that there was nothing new in what the investigative agents should be describing: "Those of us in the activist community have long been observing how some articles of ours claiming that The Israel's Capital City-Jerusalem have been blocked or made to disappear." "Israel and Jewish groups in the world should have led discussions with FACEBOOK, Google and other sites to restrict what they choose to describe as hate speech if the Anti-Semitic Butchers-the remnant creatures of the Era of Abdel Hammed-from FATIH near to Golden Horn. Eventually Turkish Caliph appear a natural foe of vogue that might have seduced the Muslim ladies in the way making them to fall in love with podiums within the definition borders of the main topic of the argument between one having drawn near to the group therein the Israeli girl soldiers, their fathers, the brother of one of them and the person amongst the passersby to be learning that even in the complex and inherently paranoid environment of international relations one fixed principal remains that can also be applied to basic relations between individuals-saying mean things makes you enemies and saying nice things makes you friends. Almost two weeks ago, Turkish Caliph-speaking before official pool media-made a highly unexpected comment in regards to European relations, pronouncing that ‘I always say this: We are obliged to lessen the number of foes and increase the number of friends.’ all to be pronounced as an endless bubble which ought o be rendered even if Macron would got the situation as being fed up by that personage producing harassment on face and parasitic disturbances in ears...Indeed, the Turkish Caliph might have always said that, but in practice it seems that he has been only then just learning-after a three dozen years an official kind career in various seats of public office-that the act of saying nice things is part of the obligation to reduce enemies and gain friends. The statement came after most of the last year witnessed Turkish caliph slandered European leaders as fascists of their lack of interest in conducting their own nations’ internal affairs according to how he thought they should be conducted. Seemingly he thought thus: 'As far as fair play in politics goes, there is nothing immoral with criticizing the leaderships of other nations-even over domestic matters-however it can make one very undesirable to be allies with when they should mean things at the same time as asking for privileges-in Turkish Caliph’s case, European Union membership. Whether the Turkish Caliph could retain the knowledge of this most crucial of lessons in regards to relations at any level -personal and professional, individual and international-and possibly even develop further on the notion to include offering practical benefits in exchange for practical benefits-to aid Turkey’s long overdue re-rapprochement with Jerusalem might not-at any time-to be seen. As for the practice-rendered by one and the person-of fashion argument it has been successful, obtaining the agreement of those main figures-companies of vogue, stylists, mannequins and the like- to set up standards that would be in effect limit any criticisms of F-from the point of living over the life "a la mode" and permit criticism of the world of the stylists open to Palestinians too and other people non-explained there. One noted that "the affective powers of recreation could, in fact, did what they wanted as they were private entities. However, "if the public begins to understand that they are cooperating with the Israeli intellectuals to prevent censorship against the profession of stylists who should try to protect their productions it might hurt their clients' bottom lines as advertisers would go elsewhere," one pointed out as walking jolly when going back to one's new flat. Commenting on what is behind the Silicon Valley of the fashion creation powers or rather the countries of creation taking place on the pivot between Paris and Moscow those giant's apparent pliability to Washington, Moscow, Paris and Tel Aviv, and the like, the person had already opined that "the companies for the most part go along with before-mentioned countries because they were all fearful that the demoded administrations should intervene to degenerate the system of vogue." "In the case of Israel, the stylists should be hopeful and happy regarding to lawsuits from Israel's many and powerful friends in the United States," as might have been suggested by the girl soldiers' group and the person. Regardless of the "One Minute Caliph of Turkey" or rather assuming office of his, the United States government has been doing much of the same since the time of the past administrations...In fact, while it’s true that Israeli stylists and Palestinian mannequins might have some serious disharmony, Turkish Caliph, twice as Sunni himself as one Palestinian couldn't be through all histories of the people there that needed must be assumed as Muslim has already demonstrated his ability to work with Hamas terrorists namely the sworn enemies of Saudis. And the same Turkish-self imposed-Caliph had his sights set on a Caliphate that will, at least temporarily, bring together most of the Muslim world around common enemies namely Israel and the U.S. The Saudis and fifth rate Muslims' nation-Not Persian of course but Iranian-conflict was 1,400 years in the making, dating back to the years immediately after Mohammad’s death in 632 when the two sides clashed over naming a successor. Even if it wouldn't have appreciated here one ought to remark the fact that the Middle East Sunnis outnumber Shiites five to one. Turkish Caliph was a leader who has demonstrated his ability to straddle the divide so that o bolster his international strength and alliances, he has got increasingly good relation imitation show with Russians who would rather called Turks as heathen Tartars as defined by the author-Alexander KUPRIN-of "The Garnet Bracelet". Nothing would make Russians happier than a friendly caliph who could bring an end to terrorist attacks within their borders, huh? YEP, Moscow-alongside Jerusalem-has got Islamic terrorist problems, too. Zionists viz. the lovers of living in Jerusalem could read more at several inks lo http://www.... etcetera. The two emerging Caliphs Turkish President and the chief of ISIS were revered for far more than their debacle after their rout before The USA, Saudi Arabia. Almost two years later neither Turkish Caliph nor the caliph of DAESH Al BAGDAY could still stands as the epitome of military genius, the ultimate mood of international braggers'-morose, grouchy, grim- face, having not got creative supreme being, the feature chosen by the Islamic Terrors to transmit horror to us instead of Jesus Christ's much higher sphere. LOVE. Their torturing existence would be intrinsic to their horror: making people to be suffering disease, loneliness, isolation from the civilization and poverty... They would have fulfilled such inhuman and heart-breaking oppressions. The biggest holdout left in the Muslim Middle East is Saudi Arabia, even though in terms of Islamist ideology they have been the closest. Then let everybody ask: "What caused the rupture between the pseudo-terror backing-caliphs and liberal way of life led by The USA and applauded by both Saudi Arabia and Israel? Two words: Donald Trump. That’s who has turned the ancient world of The Mideast around. What made Turkish Caliph such a formidable force to be reckoned with is his ability to deftly change positions in focusing on his long-term goal to re-establish the Caliphate, which only Turkey, the center of the Ottoman Empire, has been able to manage historically over the last some hundred years-COMME CI COMME ÇA. Should then the well civilized people look for Turkish Caliph to work some magic early in 2018 by plotting with Russia? Never, for the Good Samaritans of Moscow ought to hate the emerging caliphate in Turkey as the lovers of the LOVE taught by The Jesus Christ in Jerusalem! Over the period devoted to re-establishing , Turkish-would be-Caliph wrapped up what seemed to be a successful state visit to Paris. one could share the statements saying "A scratch beneath the surface might show that despite the niceties between Paris and Ankara, it was anything but warm or fruitful. For starters, angry protestors greeted Turkish Caliph at the gates of the historical palace, accusing him of human rights abuses back home." Those claims should refer, of course, to the massive crackdowns that engulfed the Capital of the new caliphate after the TURCO-Islamic adversary against Judeo Christianity. From the other side Turkish Caliphate has been accused of shooting both the jetfighter and its pilot belonging to the Russian Army in Syria alongside killing civilians beyond the southern border of the Caliphate country or rather The New Ottoman Empire. For most of the Syrian civilians death toll, inasmuch as the only crimes of the new Ottomans were to have indulged in alleged anti-Ottoman activities-something open to speculations-held anti-Caliphate views, or had affiliations with The World's Liberal Intellectuals opposing the new Ottoman Empire...Once inside the Elyse, Turkish Caliphate was bluntly confronted by his host namely Emmanuel Macron the president of France who basically told him to forget about Turkey’s 50 years old hope of being a member country of the EU while Macron said “I’d be lying if I said we could open new chapters,” adding that recent developments in Turkey “do not allow any progress.” Then The Turkish Caliph snapped with a sullen face that his country had already waited too long and was unwilling to wait any longer over harsh words that might have put an end almost once and for all to any country’s European ambition, and as it could be seeing the articles in several mass media organs, the caliph has been rapidly investing time and effort in building relations elsewhere-in Sudan, Tunisia, and even in the international base of the pirates, say Somalia which were far away from representing The Muslim World. Come on then and let remember that the pillars of the state of the caliph had once argued that an economically successful Muslim state like that of his would have both enrich and empower Europe. It needed must be kept in minds that as recently as last October, Turkish Caliph was quoted as saying: “A Europe without Turkey will only reach isolation, desperation and civil strife. Turkey does not need Europe. Europe is the one that is in need (of Turkey).” As all Turkish Caliphs-or as generally of course-he didn't know a single word apart from those famous twos one and minute there with he could manage conjugation to try and insult Isaac Rabin-from our beloved capital city that that would be caliph did dislike always- so that when he yelled towards respectable Rabin his Excellency "One Minute! and adding to it a wild exclamation-God knows what it does mean-"OLMAZ!" before well civilized persons While all scandalous yelling and even yelping would have be being carried on by Turkish Caliph within the EU-however or rather alas-the general opinion related to the matter has always been sharply divided on what to do with Turkey’s application, which has been lagging since 2005. (Historical N.B. / Some countries, including Britain, argued that joining the EU would force the Turks to reform from within, to democratize, and to adhere to European values and principles, in a way similar to what had happened with former Soviet satellite states on joining the EU.) Let's remember the meaning of revamping, huh? Okay then, come on... Should EU membership revamp the Caliph's country's judiciary? YEP, it should do it so EU membership talks would revamp the caliph's country's judiciary, the its intellectuals who had suffered from inhuman behaviours of TURCO-Islamic-cryptic or open-state pillars-in another saying tortured under the severe oppression of the regime for several decades could argue, the human dignity-even if superficially-could curb the powers of Turkish intelligence, the state and its citizens empower civil society. The benchmark would be how much The Caliph's domain adhered to the rules of the Copenhagen Criteria, which stipulate, among other things-actually everything in an imaginative mood, the stability of state institutions, democracy-fake or real-the rule of law, respect-no matter pseudo or genuine-for human rights, protection for minorities or rather at least not slaughtering them in their sanctuaries and a functioning market economy. Although the caliph's country became eligible for EU membership back in 1997 and abolished the death penalty in 2004 as The Caliph campaigned for accession, its track record since then has been rather unimpressive, by European standards, especially after The Caliph’s crackdown against-pacifist not like that of Turkish Ayatollah's secret terrorists-civil manifestations. All in all Europe had been lukewarm, at best, about the prospect of welcoming an additional eighty million Muslims into Europe, while the elephant in the room remains the issue of The Part of Cyprus, kept in a situation based on the fact of being occupied since 1974 while the internationally recognized Republic of Cyprus-a member of the EU since 2004-would never allow Turkey’s bid to pass before that issue is settled...Some believe, however, that the problem is more with Turkish Caliph himself than with his would be republic or rather The New Ottoman Caliphate. Once hailed and admired throughout the world as the champion of moderate Islam, his ambitions have gotten the better of him, earning him many enemies over the past few years. His alliance with Iran has been highly problematic, and so has his sponsorship of groups recognized internationally as “terrorist organizations,” including Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood. Last April, Turkish Caliph's country staged a controversial referendum, greatly empowering the caliph at the expense of other branches of government so that that situation prompted to say that Turkish Caliph's country would never join the EU so long as the self imposed caliph or rather the sultan of Turkey remained in power: They noted that “the New Ottoman Empire and its-would be-caliph or sultan are moving fast away from everything that Europe stands for.” Last month, Bulgarian Prime Minister BOYKO BORISOV declared: “Let’s leave behind the hypocrisy about Turkey’s membership process.” He called for a special partnership deal instead, echoing the new president French President Macron, who some days before suggested a “ weakly privileged partnership” between Turkey and the EU-one which Turkish Caliph regarded as a polite way of saying “second-class membership instead of his apriority induced assumption that The New Sultan viz. he himself is the first rate leader of both The Arabs and the Europeans who actually would hate him, and found him abominable both from the point of religion and civilisation.” Eventually-and briefly-once hailed and admired throughout the world as the champion of moderate Islam, Turkish Caliphate’s ambitions have gotten the better of him, earning him many enemies over the past few years. Some officials at the EU are of the view that the Turkish issue has occupied them for far too long, and that it should be put aside in favour of applications from other countries such as Albania, Serbia, Macedonia and even Bosnia if it wouldn't be impelled into Islamic terror by Turkish Caliph. Actually smarting from Macron’s rebuttal, that queer Sultan has taken the opportunity to cuddle up closer to his natural victim Russian President Vladimir Putin-victimized through intrigue production induced attacks to Russian air forces directed by Turkish Caliph-knowing that by doing so he could irk other NATO member states. One went on with his considerations related to the pseudo caliph and his heavily wounded country on one's entrance into one's new flat one had a tired, in fact even a flat, empty, old face, the sort that is a natural start for all famous Zionists. One spoke very sharply facing the face of one oneself, one's movements too are sharp, beginning from one's bent-back thumbs which seem to have hard sinews in place of bones. Particular changeability of one's nose through the shifting highlights and depths of the muscles playing around it. In spite of the unending flashes of one's movements and words, one makes her points delicately. “Are you going to stay here much longer?” one asked oneself. At the sudden speech a bit of spittle flew out of one's mouth as a symptom of exhaustion. Was it bothering one? If Jerusalem has not sufficed to keep one out of bothering oneself or perhaps keeping one from going down, one will go right away viz. towards the temple under the floor of dangling buildings, but otherwise one would rather stay there, for one couldn't be tired of Jerusalem. The particular nature of one's inspiration, in which one, the happiest of the unhappiest of Hebrews for one was in Jerusalem to salute of its being known as the Capital City of Israel, now go to sleep-no matter-at two in afternoon or in the morning [perhaps it will remain, if one can only bear the great pleasure i.e. the happiness of it, for it exceeds all that came before] was such that one can do anything, and not only for one particular work. If one would write down a sentence at random, such as one looked out the window, it is already perfected. When one tried to get out of bed that day, one simply sprang up. There’s a very simple reason for this, one was feeling the exhaustion completely over-enjoyed. Not by the space in the street wherein one observed but by one's other work sharing-with the person-an argument on vogue. The new flat of one's has an innocent share in it only in that if one did not have to go there, one could live calmly for one's work and would not have to spend six hours-for sleep-there daily, which especially on Friday evening devoted to YOM ASHISI and Saturday or rather Sabbath afflicted one to a degree nobody could imagine, since Ione was full of one's own affairs. In the end one knew perfectly well that these were empty words, that one was feeling gaiety and that the flat had the clearest and most justified claims towards one. But for one in particular it is a terrible double life, from which there would be no way out but happiness. One wrote such things in good morning light and surely would not write it if it were not so true, and if one did not love one's dreams based on the capital city-Jerusalem like a dad. Daddy or a child of the pure faith, Jerusalem would be remembered as the archetypal forth the basics of Monotheism, conveying the most intense thoughts and feelings through the power of the Softest Heart of all times namely Aaron's work, the work of Moses, of David, of Solomon that lay under an attractive golden colour cupola and yet radically dressed in a harsh green a paradigm for ISIS believers of all types. In its past brilliant life as in Solomon's brace, the temple of Israel lying under the above mentioned mosque it waited to teach Shalom and rewrite the rules of humanism, blundering, bellowing, through the fronts of radical terrorists. If the temple had been rescued from illegal occupation it should have radiated charm and caused offense with equal intensity, depending on s oscillating mood amongst the clamorous minarets of Hamas. Consequently, one's intimate friend and patron viz. one's formidable imaginary-arch mentality of all living Hebrews declared that normally rigid community etiquette did not apply to the Lonely Hebrew Prof. MES, say teacher MD SOLZHENITSOF: brilliance got a free pass for narrating Jerusalem that might have caused a lesser individual to be expatriate from the country wherein one would be abiding then. For the rest, one considered "in the coming days I will surely be together again with the group of girl solders and their relatives and will go to the nearest library, where the first thing-no doubt-I hear will be that both the Israeli girl warriors and brother soldiers want me out of the point in the street. And yet once I have heard three times in one of the well known theatres of the well civilized world that all the books matching to my love for Jerusalem always sold out: The Hebrews and Jerusalem-the capital city; I sat in the balcony, too good an actor like visitor invited by cultural affairs ministry made too much noise as an Arab singer, although several times I had tears in my eyes, such as the end of the first act when the male’s and the female’s eyes could not leave each other. Hero steps out the temple door, through which something is visible that can be nothing else but a box similar o tip-box. In the second act a lake, as in early deluxe editions, it goes to the heart, the heroes and heroines would chained themselves from tree to tree making them mossy in pastel colours and dark but bright turquoise amidst blues and greens . The back wall of the tower turns next evening back into spectra. From the third act against anti-Semitic should be based on the anticlimax of the piece, as if there should not be an enemy behind it! In the-both tumult and sympathy induced-enhanced streets of Jerusalem several tracks could be laid down, so that the trams of old Constantinople, the speed inspired avenues of New York and the like toward the station go along different directions than those from the stationary stations from which along that street, where one stayed near the spot therein the two Israeli girl soldiers, the brother of one of them, and their fathers in the spot, toward the group of that person who would like to talk vogue along the Street. If there were one policeman he couldn't exist anymore because he should have seen the sister warriors who knew the addresses of the TURCO-Islamic terrorists from FATIH/Istanbul-Turkey, and if there were been another police-female or male-she or he couldn’t know that of the corners wherein the nests of Islamic terrorists might take place, and even a third one couldn’t even have known what the name of the Street was. For the sake of truth one ought to confess that they could explain-as an excuse-that they have only been in the service a short time. For an address they too have had to go to the nearest police stations, where there should be plenty of policemen resting in various ways, all in uniforms of surprising beauty, newness and colour, since otherwise only dark winter coats would be seen in the patrols supervising the calmness in the streets. Instead of all things having been designed in order to keep the streets in jovial calmness the actual intentions of people who rush into a small town in the afternoon would be completely unclear to the policeman if there were any. If the policemen should live outside it, then surely they have to use the means of mass transportations, say laughing since the distances shouldn't be too great, and yet if they live in the town itself, then of course there is no distance and no reason to hurry. Here you are the vital definition of Jerusalem: No reason to hurry! And yet the definition couldn't come to the meaning that the people here and there should stretch their legs in crossing the central spaces-as that space watched by the sister warriors-which should be no larger than that of the little settlements of homeless-or rather in need of new houses-Jewish families similar to those of villages and whose city hall might make it still smaller by its immediate size so that it can amply cover the square with its shadow so long as, looking from the small security points, one doesn’t quite want to believe in the size of the hall and tries to explain the first impression of its size by the street’s smartness thereby one would rather stand still.





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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I


    One was actually furious already with the dark corners of the streets in several Israeli towns, not least over the nature of the shadow’s support for both pure Islamic-as Al Qaeda might be assumed-and TURCO-Islamic terrorists who hope to create an Hamas enclave on Israel's borders with other good Muslim countries like Jordan, Egypt and the like. Not only have Israeli sister warriors one ran into in the streets of the capital city-Jerusalem ignored one’s plea to stop arm smuggling especially regarding the terrorist agents from the point of having the more sophisticated guns, rocket propellers etcetera but plans were underway to increase membership of the Hamas Militia, an all-terror or rather horror army. The EU and The USA, meanwhile, have been largely accommodating shouldn't let the Turkish Caliph’s forces behind the mask of humanitarian aid could march deep into Gaza territory to instigate Palestinians' towns from being overrun by the horror designing agents, and have agreed not to applaud any would be humanitarian figures remotely associated with the Hamas or ISIS terror...One had noticed the oneself “The Specialist Zionist-The Jerusalem' advisor” in the window display of the Israeli police and soldier groups who were patrolling for the protection of the lovers of Solomon Temple. One decided to take photo of it namely the cocktail of protectors and the people protected, then changed one's mind, returned once more to the decision, during which one often remained standing before the display at all times of day. The street seemed so forsaken to me, the Israeli sister warriors so forsaken. Only here and there did one feel the connection between the whole world and Jerusalem, it was so slightly austere. But since any forsakenness induces a warmth in every observers, soon one felt the happiness of the Jerusalem Streets as well, and once stepped to near the window inside just to see the outside as the people render when getting marriage. Since historical knowledge devoid of unwritten Jewry shouldn’t needed there, its holy places seemed almost more imaginary than in the Hollywood productions based on Hebrew History as Samson & Delilah. Outdoors an old lady stand up under a marine blue-shaded lantern while four, five evenly unpacked back-numbers of HAARETZ reminded one that it was the debut of the year 2018. The woman, refusing a policeman's help, pulled the big packets out from the seat near to the bus stop-no doubt that she was scarcely conscious of its existence-put her burden on it, was surprised that one had noticed it behind the curtains of the pane-of course I had not seen it previously-and began to look up the price-afar-in the special copies, since she couldn’t understand what I did then and seemingly her husband was away. Will he come back later in any time was the question so that one shouted her it was five in the afternoon, and yet didn’t know what time was lt. One tried to explain oneself why the Arab-besides Zionists-world should beware of Turkish Caliph, bearing poisonous gifts to Qatar. Understanding the Turkish Caliph’s regional ambitions should need no mind thinker or rather intellectual. For years, one has sought to meddle in Arab affairs, at times pretending to be a friend and, at others, openly hostile. Eventually one needed must see that its end game was then crystal clear. Actually the caliph would hope to recreate the Ottoman Empire founded during the 13th century, or some version of it. Alas that empire in its most brilliant era , the empire stretched across Tunisia, Libya, Lebanon-if not Egypt-and swaths of Europe until it was dismantled by the allied powers at the end of the World War I thereby having been toppled down should be the final destination packed as a gift of history. There one might understand that Turkish Caliph’s entry into the European Union would be quagmire and now he ought to be charting his country’s own course. The Turkish Caliph was actively exhibiting to participate in that plan countries in league with the Muslim Brotherhood's sponsor-Qatar and with the Iranian regime. One has taken a leaf out of the dangling caliph Abu BAKR Al-Baghdadi’s book, but in a horrific fashion-that fashion couldn't be mingled with vogue-he is lining up potential Arab vassal states as permanent fixtures under the Turkish Caliph’s boot for Al-Baghdadi wanted a caliphate; The Turkish Caliph would rather want a sultanate. That Turkish Caliph of the non-definitive Islamic World and BOKO-HARAM's imaginative Africa presented himself as a champion of the Palestinians to lure Arabs into the dark corners of the state backed Islamic terror, while maintaining diplomatic, trade and intelligence ties with Tel Aviv over deceiving Jews or rather Zionists who should love their historic capital City-Jerusalem. He seemingly was a good pupil of Saddam; these are strategies straight out of the secret Nuclear Iranian regime playbook. aiming to con both Arab and Jewish public opinion. One have suspected for some time that Turkish Caliph was working behind the curtain against Saudi Arabia and its allies, despite his exhausting visits to the capital cities of the Arabs beguiled by the same notorious caliph. The truth was illuminated in flashing lights of Photo-Correspondents when he not only chose Doha’s side in its dispute with Saudi Arabia, the UAE and Bahrain over its terrorist funding, but with the blessing of the emir! How could one describe that emir? It was just Sheikh TAMIM bin HAMAD who established a military base on Qatari soil capable of housing 5,000 Turkish Caliph's soldiers and airmen. Now that the Turkish Caliph has succeeded in placing the tiniest "GULF COOPERATION COUNTRIES" member state in his pocket, he has turned his attention to Sudan, bearing fistfuls of dollars in direct investment pledges and trade deals. He chose an opportune moment when relations between Egypt and Sudan are currently strained over the latter’s claim to sovereignty over the Hala’ib Triangle, an area of land on the Red Sea that falls within Egypt’s Red Sea governorate. In return for Turkish Caliph’s “generosity” and to land a punch in the direction of Cairo, Sudan’s Islamic Terrorist President handing Turkey the Sudanese island of SUAKIN, a former deserted island of the Ottoman Empire... Would The New Ottoman Empire of self imposed caliph return the small deserted town to its former glory during the Ottoman era and would renovate the port, complete with a new dock for civilian vessels and warships. Sudan protested that the Turkish presence posed no threat to its neighbours, even though reports indicated Turkey and Sudan have signed a military cooperation agreement. They could tell that to the birds in small parts so that they could be swallowing it easily. Why did Turkey need that island when it had access to the Mediterranean and numerous islands of its own, unless the fake caliph had plans to control Red Sea waters and beyond, huh? This move should expose Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Jordan and other GCC states to grave danger. This “gift” was nothing less than an open door for The New Ottoman Empire, Islamic terror sponsoring, ridiculous state-Qatar and the secret nuclear Iranian gang state to threaten both Arabic civilization and the security and stability of Israel. The Turkish Caliph’s leader obviously aimed to recreate the Ottoman Empire, and his queer alliances-with whom the fake caliph share his hatred against Jews and even liberal Arabs-with Qatar and Iran ought to be thwarted. Should it not be assumed that permitting the Muslim Brotherhood’s godfather, who was also an ally of Iran, to have direct access to an island off the western Red Sea coast that’s a stone’s throw from the heart of the Saudi Arabia, was madness? One recited the lines from and unknown Arab author in his new flat in Jerusalem: "If the new ottoman Empire moves troops and weapons on to that island, we will be vulnerable to aggression from The Caliph's new Ottoman empire, Qatar, Iran and its proxies in Iraq, not to mention Tehran’s Lebanese lackey Hezbollah plus Al Qaeda's brigades backed by the mad caliph of The New Ottoman Empire..." Eventually Qatar’s emir had turned out to be a poisonous 'Black Widow" not making web but biting the USA and its allies to death. One used to think that The USA have always treated Qatar as a brotherly country until its dictator and his father before him colluded with terrorists including the Brotherhood in Egypt, the Taliban in Afghanistan and the HOUTHIS within Yemeni borders in the pay of Tehran, and one should have thought how he dared to feed huge fund in order to back the criminals attacking the USA's allied countries' soldiers risking their lives to restore the legitimate government to Yemen. One would not be surprised to learn that Qatar has been the paymaster and chief strategist behind Turkish Caliph’s deals. Besides which country would jump next, one wonder? Would it be Tunisia, which has suspended Emirates flights and whose parliament’s largest party was the Brotherhood-affiliated ENNAHDA Party with links to Qatar namely the ridiculous country that was paying the salaries of terror agents from Syria to Afghanistan and Yemen? Tunis was the last leg on The Turkish Caliph’s recent Africa tour, during which he promised to build The New Ottoman Empire's embassies in every state on the African continent. One continued to think of Saudi Arabia instead of worrying about the citizens of Jerusalem having permanently been under the threat of Islamic Terror! One mumbled very sadly when looking out of the window, "As for the United Arab Emirates thereto Turkish Caliphate backed Qatar gangs attacked over the 'Fly Emirates' passengers, and Bahrain, Jordan, and even Egypt should immediately place The New Ottoman Empire or rather the gang state of Turkish newest bandit Caliph and its newfound Anti-Semitic and Anti-American best friends on their enemies list and spell out the consequences for their duplicity in no uncertain terms. Those new best Anti-Semitic and Anti- American countries namely Turkey, Iran and Qatar are hand-in-glove in a devious hegemonic experiment that must be thwarted immediately. How many red flags need to fly in front of our eyes before the world's intellectuals respond to the danger threatening both Arab and Jewish people and Americans?" Then one would remember the explanations of The UAE’s Minister of State for Foreign Affairs namely Anwar GARGASH, should be accepted one of few exceptions in defying the Turkish Caliph and his vagabond allies, remarking “The Arab world is at an impasse and the solution is to cooperate in the face of surrounding regional ambitions,” he said. “The sectarian and partisan approach is not an acceptable alternative. The Arab world will not be led by Tehran and Ankara.”One then would remind oneself of the fact that one had been a light Zionist wishing to live in Jerusalem for at least thirty years, and The Caliph's country has been trying to push all Hebrews in the world to set up “safe zones” in Israel that might be convenient to survive there as Jews. This week, as The Caliph's tanks, warplanes and special forces commandeered some parts of the north Syrian territory, and the spectral-or rather would be-government seemed at last to be fulfilling that objective. Not only that, but the Turkish Caliph managed to get Washington onboard, while appearing to circumnavigate any obstacles that Russia or its Syrian ally might have been expected to mount in opposition to such an unprecedented intervention. The Caliph would like to see US warplanes in the sky-at that point one craned to observe the every details of the American jetfighters in vain-provided air cover as Ankara-backed Syrian militants took over some border towns of from Islamic State of which militants used to be paid by the caliph while slaughtering Judeo-Christians. The could be no doubt that The Turkish Caliph has been claiming the same thing he made worn out : "The operation had a two-prong aim of 'cleansing' the border area of Islamic terrorists as well as pushing anti-Islamic terrorist forces namely Kurdish fighters back east across the Euphrates to their stronghold in northern Syria so that the Kurdish militia mainly comprising their new organisations. After having destructed American patronage-if the Turkish People could have managed it-it seemed to be in doubt this week, as American pillars of state issued a stern warning that US support would be terminated if the Caliph did not retreat northwards while Russia leadership in Damascus were not passively watching the unfolding events. The Russian foreign ministry stated that it was “very concerned” by The Turkish Caliph’s military -too much garrulously rendered escalation. Looking out of the window of his new flat near to the special space therein on met with the two Israeli soldiers, their fathers and the brother-of one of the sister warriors-stands on the topical front line facing the effects of the passersby. Yes effects...Because a person amongst them have share 'vogue affairs' with one, one remembered the Turkish Caliph-Sudanese Dictators conspiracy against both Israel and Saudi Arabia, together with Saudi Arabia and Jordan. So one should call to Egypt's government for action have so far elicited only silence. One could not understand why. One cried alongside trying to take attention of the two sister soldiers: "In Egypt namely the country of the great nest of sensitive musicians like Umm KHALTUM needs to be transparency. Our peoples in Jerusalem need to know what’s happening and what is being done to counter the threats from the new palace of Turkish Caliph... According to one who continued to look at the same point at the street that is one of the most dangerous times for Zionists whose fault is only to love Jerusalem forever in the past, in recent history and in the present time one does not mind admitting that as a Jewish, an Arab and an Emirati one extremely concerned. Now let come the questions: In the face of the Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN's student namely Turkish President Caliph's-Qatari Sheikhs'-Iranian Ayatollahs' plots could the good Arabs and innocent Jew afford to sit back hoping they are just a flash in the pan in another saying could they afford to be patient, which their enemies will interpret as weakness? (One therefore rented a new flat in Jerusalem to plead with The Semitic World's concerned political leaders to take this threat with the seriousness it deserves and, if necessary, to take appropriate joint action.) And the main question: While Turkish President Caliph or rather the biggest student of Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN has proved his ruthlessness in his own country; let’s not allow him an open window to do the same anywhere close to the Semitic World's people? If one ought to accept KHALAF Ahmad Al-HABTOOR as a prominent UAE businessman and public figure, should the Semitic World put up with the coming statement? Here you are the most brief narration: He is renowned for his views on international political affairs, his philanthropic activity, and his efforts to promote peace. And he has long acted as an unofficial ambassador for his country abroad so that he was compelled to take a place in social media to share his sufferings regarding abovementioned events..One looking from the window of the flat one has rented two days before went further and condemned the cross-border deployment-directed by The Turkish Caliph's forces was a “flagrant violation of sovereignty”. On thought, "My beloved Russia and has every right to be alarmed. Despite-Turkish’s rhetoric-the oral diarrhoea he was suffering for some decades-claiming that the retaking of JARABLUS was “to defeat terrorists” and “to protect the territorial integrity of Syria whose had been being labelled as terrorist leader by the Turkish Caliph namely the student of the secret terror boss F.GULEN ”, the inescapable fact is that Turkish forces with US support have installed their proxy militants in control of a Syrian town and surrounding territory." And one added, "Turkish Caliph says that it wants to establish a 'safe zone' along the Syrian side of the border stretching hundred kilometres and some dozen kilometres deep. As a matter of fact that the Turkish Caliph founding the new Ottoman Empire and planning to destruct Moscow over Islamic terror, Berlin by means of the inhuman immigrant blackmail, and the USA through making a blood promising bargain over the USA Bases which at the target of the Turkish Caliph is not clear if the New Ottoman military will stay on the weak territories of The Mideast faking to enforce those problematic zones. alyzing the situation under the threat of The Turkish Caliph one could estimate that it might withdraw and designate the task to the Islamic Terrorists backed by Ankara-backed comprising the so-called Free Syrian Army and Turkmen fighters. These militants are supposedly in opposition to Islamic State's terror agents as named Jihadists, but their primary objective is to wage war against-at the first plan-Russia, then The USA and Israel. The carving out this week of a safe zone around JARABLUS by American forces-beguiled by The Turkish Caliph-has to also be coupled with the declaration by the Pentagon last week warning that its warplanes would shoot down any Syrian or Russian aircraft approaching the more easterly town of HASAKAH, where US special forces are said to be fielded. Taken together, this might have been accepted as tantamount to the setting up of two US, Turkish Caliphate-controlled “safe zones” over the past week. That is a dramatic development in the nearly six-year Syrian conflict, whereby foreign forces are now actively commandeering swathes of Syria’s territory without any legal mandate. One may well ask: how did it come to there where foreign military-excluding NATO Army Forces-are conducting combat operations on the ground and in the air on a sovereign country's territory, say Syrian, territory? For crying out! Alas! All those speculations would be spoiled by The Turkish caliph! One tried to watch FRANCAIS 24 to find answers to one's very intellectual questions. Alas! There one met the ominous alert: BREAKING NEWS... BREAKING NEWS...BREAKING NEWS....FLASH! BREAKING... FLASH....FLASH....FLASH...FLASH BREAKING NEWS! TURKISH CALIPH USED HIS ONE AND ONLY INTERNATIONAL POWER VIZ. CENSORSHIP: TV 24 FRANCAIS NEWS WAS CENSORED! SO ITS SCREEN BLACK FOR THE PEOPLE LIVING IN TURKEY! A Reuters report gives those censored context to the US-Turkish operation: “A Turkish official said the ground incursion had been in the works for more than two years but had been delayed by US reservations, resistance from some Turkish commanders, and a stand-off with Russia which had made air cover impossible.” The stand-off with Russia refers to the deadly shooting down of a Russian warplane last November by Turkish F-16s over Syrian territory. Due to Moscow’s anger over that 'stab in the back', as President Putin called it at the time, Turkish warplanes had not dared enter Syrian territory since then. One would like to narrate more military activities of the Turkish Caliph's Army. The last week’s incursion was the first time since November that The New Ottoman Empire's aircraft had crossed into Syrian territory. The Reuters report added new information: “Turkey had made the case more strongly to Washington over the past few months, had patched up relations with Russia, and had removed some of the Turkish commanders from their posts after finding they were involved in the coup attempt, paving the way for the operation to go ahead as one of the VIP officials said.” This raises the testing question: is wily Turkish Caliph namely the student pf secret terror boss-F. GULEN playing both the Americans and Russians to pull off what has been The New Ottoman Empire’s long-held objective, namely to occupy Africa and Asia, and even America over the schools or rather secret Islamic Horror induced 'brain wash' institutions based of Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN 'uniform youth zones all over the world” inside Syria, huh? Following the failed coup of Turkish Ayatollah's army in Turkey on July 15, Turkish Caliph surprised many analysts by offering a sudden rapprochement with Moscow, while also playing up accusations against Washington that it may have had some hand in the coup attempt. In a seeming stand-off with his American ally, The Turkish Caliph also began seeking a rapprochement with Iran backed by the Islamic Terror sponsoring, ridiculous state-Qatar... Ach... ach! If one remembered everybody could do it: The Turkish Caliph even issued overtures for a detente with the Syrian government after years of labelling President Assad a “butcher” who had to surrender power. In recent weeks, The Turkish Caliph has called for a new “anti-terror front” involving Russia and its Nuke Talisman or rather Nuclear Imam of the hell namely Iran, as well as the US. Russia and Iran appeared to welcome The Turkish Caliph’s seeming change of priorities, away from pushing regime change in Syria and instead focussing on combating terrorist brigades. Last week’s bombing atrocity in Turkey’s southern city of Gaziantep in which 54 people were killed allegedly by Jihadists was invoked by Ankara as a tipping point for its military action in Syria this week. Again, that sequence tended to bolster The Turkish Caliph’s claim of taking on the terrorists. Given Washington’s back foot over The Turkish Caliph’s insinuations that it had somehow colluded in the failed coup, and given the Turkish Caliph’s conciliatory overtures to Moscow, Tehran and Damascus, it would appear that Ankara was capitalizing on the geopolitical flux in order to prosecute its abiding interests in Syria to carve out territories that it or its proxies could control. In short, The Turkish Caliph was trying to blindside all the players. The next question should be thus: what was The New Ottoman Empire seeking to gain? The notion that The Turkish Caliph was serious about defeating terrorism in Syria has to be taken with a pinch of salt. The Turkish Caliph's regime and The New Ottoman military intelligence have been crucial sponsors and facilitators for a myriad of terrorist militias, including the so-called Free Syrian Army, Turkmen and the more overtly Al Qaeda-linked Jihadists. They are all part of the covert war for regime change in Syria that The new Ottoman Empire has fomented since 2011 along with the Islamic Terror Sponsor State or rather the ridiculous but rich state-Qatar and the like. Actually The New Ottomans' Caliph was the student of Turkish Ayatollah who had been the first to occupy the brains of the youth from Africa Central Asia, and America, and his student-fake enemy- namely the Turkish Caliph would be longing for marching towards the Jerusalem over the corpses of the Semitic people-Good Arabs, and innocent Jews... Turkish bandit Caliph was very eager to conquer the Jerusalem therein a street's pavements at which ones newly rented flat looked where one tried and observed the neatly uniformed Israeli Girl Soldiers, their peaceful fathers and the brother of one of them, not mentioning the person amongst the passersby who shared an intelligently argument of the attractive subject, say 'the vogue' the general umbrella of fashion. From the other point of view The New Ottoman Army, as said by Turkish Caliph should trespass those roads of Jerusalem even this action could only be carried away brutally! Yesterday, during an the Caliph's army and its natural ally viz. old Al Qaeda victory banquet hosted by the Anti-Semitic Party-AKP-Turkish Caliph claimed that both fundamentalist Muslim warriors and KEMALIST/Modernist Army warriors had reached already the area of Jerusalem whereby the Temple of Solomon taking place The Jews-or rather the people of 'One Minute' i.e. suffering from the very words of the Turkish Caliph having echoed in a programme against the face of the great humanist-Isaac Rabin who was blame by The Children Killer Caliph as the butcher of Children, and yet The Jews couldn't see them because more than 300 years before the beginning of the black material exploration programme the Ottoman Army had managed to invent a machine to make Jihadists viz. Muslim Terrorists invisible, vowing to build a second-invisible-mosque-besides The Mosque AQSA-at the top of the Solomon's Temple thereto the Jihadists paid by Turkish Caliphate could dig ' an artificial crater' to bury the temple without being heard by Jews for the omnipotent servants of The Turkish Caliph improved the procedure to product an invisible curtain in order to hinder the sounds of their washed unclearly five times a day where they landed. “It is alleged that the first army invisible-of course invincible-and in audible when walking Jerusalem ” the Turkish Caliph said. “In fact, Muslim black material and black energy had been invented by The Ottoman Scholar-who didn't like to use telescope not to make harassment over glancing at lady angels' underwear-four hundred years before that, in the seventeenth century. Everyone knows the story of the famous inventor-of the intestinal flora regulators-who advised everybody not to wash their hands after cleaning their anal region in the latrine-for eating excreta might have be good for renewing intestinal flora!" And he shouted at The EU-by proxy-vehemently: "The Ottoman Rocket Men”, who made the several successful manned rocket flight in the space God knows only whereat they had landed and wherein their grand grandsons are living today; Mars or Venus or even Jupiter. What you might not know, is that they have attempted to reach the other galaxies, some years later, and could very well have succeeded!” Nonetheless the most famous Ottoman Astronaut's story of Mister BLA-BLA was purported by a famous 17th century Iranian liar-the grandfather of Reza ZARRAB the fraudulent, and the ghost of Khomeini The Revolutionist, also known as Esquire Throe. Throughout all his famous writings of theology, he explains that the Ottomans couldn't launched in any planet but Iranian explorers had made a voyage to the Sun and lived there for a long time and they had taken off from a sun spot-dark and cool-while they mistook the applauding Americans gesture of jeer and tried to thank them reciprocally although they had got no problem concerning not to be seen from the earth for the excess light of Sun could make them visible if not audible. As for The Ottomans they believed that SARAYBURNU, a site below the TOPKAPI Palace in Istanbul would be the first space station if the astronauts could dare to take a trip to sun instead of the peril to look at the lady angels' lingerie. As the grandfather of the Turkish Caliph wrote, " My grandson, after you explained my secret situation-of having been a secrete martyr killed either by the winter or a Russian-I could not tell more about the interstellar voyages of The Ottoman Astronauts to your four finger or rather RABIA induced heroes who could give a good trash to both Americans and Russians while your economical power should be accepted bigger than that of Merkel-The pseudo rich country's chancellor... It goes without saying that both The OTTOMAN and The KHOMENIAN superpowers' astronauts must have proclaimed before launch-addressing to their autocrat “O my sultan! Be blessed, I am going to talk to the star-ZOHRE! But spare your subjects having been beheaded over the suspicion that might fall upon your wit as an ominous probability implying the usage of witchcraft. ALLAH shield us from such evil while we Muslim Astronauts would use only two barrels-one main and the other spare-both of them full of manure and welded through melted plumbic material-you know Pb as written within the schematic figures in the books-printed by means of PC backed printers by Imams without using Printing Press-written by The Ottoman Chemists. Eventually the one and only cockpit furniture of the astronauts, say a coffee house chair made of tin had to be stapled to the main barrel As your majesty see that we were in need of neither a rocket nor any sophisticated fuel. If we were to use any explosive or gunpowder one ought to remember that even our grandsons of modern times should use manure only while attacking a Synagogue near to Bosporus. The timing of firing the barrels towards the stars was based on the principles of making the full moon and the explosion to run simultaneously. As for the episode regarding to the Ottoman type interstellar voyages the astrophysical itineraries-hidden by the Americans and Russians- several barrels ascended more than 1000 quintillion light years distance, and came back later! And they allegedly reported to the living autocrats of their countries: “O my sultan! Lady Angels send regards to you while we shutting our eyes not to see their pants!”. The 1st century BC-cause The New Ottomans would claim that their astronaut ancestors had been wandering in several universes since the debut of the year 999 BC-engraving could not depict even a single rocket flights of L. Hassan CELEBI’s famous seventh heaven excursions, but it’s unclear if it represents his first flight or his attempt to reach the moon, in the date explained by the Turkish Caliph whose surprising claim generated some whispers and laughter from the audience all over the world, a reaction that clearly angered the Turkish autocrat. He slammed the sceptical hums and haws for mocking his claims, adding that he would soon have the proofs to back his claims. “Why do you not believe it? Because you’ve never believed that a Muslim can do such a thing, just like you’ve never believed that our ancestors could manage to launch ships in the Golden Horn after transporting them across land,” he cried, referring to Ottoman Sultan Mahomet The Conqueror or rather MEHMET II’s conquest of Istanbul in 1453. “This claim is not new. A number of academics in Turkey and in the rest of the world have made this claim, and I believe they are right. NASA may have destroyed most of the physical evidence of the Ottoman’s success during the Apollo 11 mission, but we’ll try to find any evidence that might have escaped the cover up.” Actually the Turkish President/Caliph did give some precision about the proofs he was expecting to find or how he was hoping to gather them, and yet especially NASA-God forgive all heathen institutions like it-would ignore him. The description of the flying engine used by L. Hassan CELEBI might be pretty vague and mightn’t really allow modern scientists to accurately recreate the design whereas that sketch could shows the basic design as it should be described even it would almost certainly be incomplete or partially inaccurate. The Turkish Caliph's stories seemed at first as those proving his position in Astrophysics. A HODJA belonging to the same school of science called in the Eastern and Western Europe the School of Caliphate of which abbreviated with the capital letters-SC, and some derision lover Europeans used to read it Science of Cannibalism so the story of L. Hassan CELEBI might be considered a 'legend by most historians, and most experts believe that it is impossible that the “aviator” could have survived a flight into outer space' without eating the hostess in BURQA and having been hided already under the aviator's tin chair. The Europeans would tell that nearly in the same words giving no way to any suspicion: 'His first flight was, indeed, addressed in an experiment by the television show Myth-Busters, on November 11, 2009, in the episode “Crash and Burn”. The rocket constructed for the TV show did not adhere closely, however to-another Islamic myth creator-E. CELEBI’s descriptions and the final design did not attempt to utilize materials of the period; The team noted that E. CELEBI had not sufficiently specified the alleged design used by L. Hassan CELEBI, but concluded that it would have been “extremely difficult” for a 17th-century figure, without access to modern steel alloys and welding techniques, to land safely or even achieve thrust at all. This conclusion was backed by the fact that, although the re-imagined rocket rose, it exploded in midflight...' etcetera, etcetera.When the New Ottoman astronauts were conquering the space why the jihadists-Al Qaeda, ISIS etc.-displaced last week from JAEABLUS, like the brigades displaced earlier this month from MANBIJ, seem to have disappeared. But to where? The bigger picture-as the garrulous poll televisions named-here is that Syrian, Russian, Iranian and Hezbollah forces have over the past year inflicted massive defeats on the foreign-backed regime-change proxies. One made a cup of tea oneself to sip when thinking over the stories of Muslim bandits that used to oppress Jerusalem over threatening its genuine Jews, "During the momentous battle-the Turkish Caliph vs. Kurds-underway in Afrin is a harbinger of a terminal defeat for the regime-change covert war. For Turkish Caliph, setting up safe havens north of Aleppo is a vital way to regroup and retool the jihadist mercenaries. Doesn't it tend to give the real meaning to this “operation shield”. The views or rather the non-expressed considerations in one's pondering is solely those of the one-who would call oneself as the lonely Zionist and does not necessarily reflect the both official and non-official position of the Jerusalem street where one-in the first day one has spent one's time to hearken the words between the Israeli Girl Soldiers and their fathers, and the brother of one of the girls warriors. According to the Turkish Caliph the Ottoman Astronauts who might be living still in the depths of the universe set the standard for the third millennium: since then, true scholars-especially those dealing with physics-have been expected to embrace eccentricity from every angle from substituting manure for space rocket's fuel to the official claiming that should insist to change the birth date and the place of birth of The Turkish Caliph as '2000 BC Pluto' using the super natural beliefs based on the principle could prove that a holy Caliph like Turkish President/Caliph ought to be accepted as born in a revolutionary era-before The Jesus Christ-in The Seventh heaven. He too was clearly aware of His worth as a the Turkish Caliph and realized that there would only, ever, be one of him! Let go into the depth of the speeches uttered by him: "A quote to one of his patrons old patrons namely American pillars of State who had dared to question him-at the threshold of the Afrin War was: ‘Hey President, say Trump, what you are is a rich boss elicited by an accident of birth or rather having been born in The USA. What I am, I am Turkish Caliph who sent The Israeli Statesmen to the borders of jerusalem-not into the heart of the city tahat belongs to me-by myself over a sing exclamation: 'One Minute!' In this world are thousands of Israeli Prime Ministers or American Presidents. There is only one Turkish-Last-Caliph’ viz. he was guided by his own inner scientific gimmick claiming that Noah had been talking with his son by means of an I-Phone which had been imitated by the-would be-well civilized countries. Actually the Turkish Caliph was set upon-by his slaughter induced path of making peace in the middle east that he alone recognized. The Turkish Caliphate should be after a single handily changed the world forever by a simple caliph-dictator whose grandpa has been proved a martyr recently. It has been said that Turkish Caliph alone dragged the Northern Syria into the war planned to be won by Islamic Terrorists in a cynical strategy out of the Anti-Semitic Nazi Age and into a new Islamic-secret-Fascism based on Anti Semitism through Jerusalem vaguely over Kurds and Americans not too much overtly. But that couldn’t go far enough. One believes passionately that innocent Jews and good Arabs both define and deserve their own Peace-Shalom/Salaam era. Ascribing specific dates and both Islamic and KEMALISTs to different Anti-Semitic movements or eras would work for everyone except The Turkish Caliph-President whose hatred against The Innocent Jews in DAVOS-in the past-made him crying that The State Pillars of Israel could not understand his excellent English over which he tried to scold them: "One Minute....err...OLMAZ...." And yet the last word should be anything spoken in his birth place-Pluto so that none then could understand it! Whereas Turkish Caliph have chosen the earth for polishing up the titles of extremist mercenaries where would be Al Qaeda, the master of the Islamic terror; ISIS and Al NUSRA the classical superstars of radical world of horror. There should also be Hezbollah militants, terrorists from Gaza Strip, and the like. Then there were the school shooting dark personages, the suspicious zombies around the Turkish Ayatollah GULEN/Pennsylvania, ushering secret or rather well hidden anti-Capitalist Islam into the 21st century and the Muslim terrorists in Russia and the Muslim Brothers from Egypt and Tunisia with their “tyranny of the Canonical Law ” and “emancipation of the anti science members of Turkish Caliph's Higher Education Institution” causing riots in the world of scholars over their Astronomy induced Principles of Physics not obtained from scientists but interpreters of Holy Quran-the one and only source for Islamic medical studies, exploring universe and vehicles to make interstellar trips except the intercontinental missiles for which Turkish Caliph might pay Russians everything his poor country had got. And then, there would be Turkish Caliph-standing alone above them all. Turkish Caliph namely the most notorious student of The Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN couldn't know the truth that he is not a real caliph whose Syrian War in the name of Islamic State had been composed-maybe-before 21st Century, and waited patiently until the first decade of 2000s for ISIS to pick up its mantle. The Turkish Caliph's last tragedy in the American Court that his right hand in smuggling dollars by means of black money laundry perhaps found an equal when his riot against the Mankind's War to clean IDLIB from Islamic terrorists paid by Turkish caliphate started or rather given start to defying Trump on work on his war in Syria within the limits dictated by Great Russia...One sipped a huge drop from the tea cup therein very colour both from outer side to the hue of tea matching to the wall papers of the new flat in Jerusalem one moved before a while, and considered... Although the mankind reveal scientifically that No human has been to the Moon since 1972 and only 12 people have ever done it–all of them American men whom according to The Turkish Caliph were all beaten by his father because of not accepting that the people who had taken several trips over manure-as mentioned before-to the moon before The USA has been founded as a federal state of which form Turkish Caliph's Army would find as an anti-KEMALIST-no matter either Al Qaeda type green Islamic terror or red Stalinist induced KEMALISM- administration. Nevertheless-instead of The New Ottoman's Caliph's rebukes the scientifically vouched list could soon be getting a lot longer. Why the Moon-The God of Al Qaeda? Haven’t the humans already been there, done that? Well, yes. But now there are new reasons motivating newly civilized countries to reach the moon. Human and other missions to the Moon would be planned by those adventurers as defined by Turkish Caliph from South Korea to Spain that should also be looking towards the Moon. Even some private companies are vying for a slice of the Moon pie, lured by the non-defined opportunities that challenges entrants to develop low-cost methods for robotic space exploration. A space race of sorts seems to back on in earnest, only for one reason to get near the Moon God of Al Qaeda in order to lure her for French Grammar definition of the lunar gender should be female. In the past and still now, one reason that space might attract interest and investment of the Ottoman Empire that humans ought to be excessively careful not to see the pants of the lady angels when launching manure based rockets to send Ottoman astronauts-who have been taught no physics or astronomy. Their space exploration would seem driven to explore and push the limits, physically instead of they had not a bit of knowledge about the related subjects their mission. And yet space-as a matter of fact-could act as a unifying force, not providing a clear vision-that pushes technology and innovation forwards-with the so called Ottoman astronauts. After several decades of relative neglect, space exploration should be again seen as driving for the present time the new Ottomans towards anti-sciences if not technology, inspiring no-engagement with science and engineering, and creating national pride after which they had been and the program at those motivators could be seen as especially important by pseudo progressive and emerging in the false brilliance growth within the all aspects of fake boosting economies like the sick guy namely the Ottoman Empire which would mean that more established players like the EU countries and the USA have to work harder keep up. Paradoxically, The Ottomans' exploration of the Moon should be built upon neither international cooperation and competition any more. Even if they didn’t have their own space program, countries could develop instruments to fly on spacecraft that were built and launched by The Ottoman's anti-astronomy, anti-physics civilisation astronomers or rather the pseudo or super natural scholars for example, the first Ottoman Astronauts’ spacecrafts carried instruments from manure providing ranches, farms, and-maybe-yoghurt industry institutions, and the like...


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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I

    (Continuing from the previous pages also)

    The New Ottoman-Islamic gang state-of The Turkish Caliph, and their ancestors vagabond Ottomans in the Europe to the Moon, or rather to the space as a whole, huh? Would that help non-mesh economies of the thinly educated Turkish Caliph or provides the least motivation to keep the peace in the capital cities? As for the holy and antic Jerusalem of Israel there might be only one answer of The Turkish Caliph: Non! Economic and geopolitical competition would occur because the Moon should be seen as unclaimed territory. As for the Islamic bandit namely The Turkish Caliph no country is should be allowed to own the Moon but The New Ottoman State or rather the empire of fear, horror, and Islamic terror at least according to the attitude adopted by both Eastern and Western Europe. The come on and think a bit: Could The Long March 3C rocket be carrying manure of the Ottomans as an experimental fuel fitting to launch spacecrafts from the Blue or Green Mosques from Istanbul or Gaza Strip. One could fancy that in any province occupied by Islamic Terrorists some platforms would be useful in the subject linked to the considerations mentioned above? Nonetheless, there might be found positive points in the argument that was continuing here and one ought to remember that there are incentives to place a claim on the Moon. The scholars from well civilized countries-not the sorcerers from the New Ottoman State-there was helium-3 (an isotope of the element helium) that was abundant on the Moon, but rare on Earth. It is a potential fuel for nuclear fusion, a potentially unlimited and non-polluting source of energy. Lets laugh and ask: The Country or The new Animal farm of the Turkish Caliph, in particular, has stated a strong interest in lunar helium-3, has it? Hah ha... Backing to the main subject one should claim that the situation would appear similar to that of Antarctica in the 1950s, when the continent was subdivided by the twelve countries...One was very happy in ones new flat in Jerusalem looking out of the window of one's study. One was trying to make observations to find the relation between the capital city of Israel and exploring the universe, and carried on with the considerations based on similar subjects and wondered if that was true that The Ottoman Empire and The New Ottomans had active- manure based-scientific programs in the moon at that time after sending a barrel instead of a spacecraft to the Moon even if it had failed prematurely unlike those of Americans and Russians’ might have provide a compelling case for recognition if the Moon were ever to be carved up into zones of research and economic development as Russia, China, Japan, Europe and the USA landed (or crashed) spacecraft on the Moon in the decades after Apollo. Obviously growing space agencies plus the Turkish Caliph's hallucinations a need successful missions, and the Moon was a tempting target because of the fact that radio communication over the relatively short distance between the Earth and Moon would be almost instantaneous (1-2 sec) whereas between Earth and Mars, two-way communication times can be the better part of an hour. The low gravity and lack of an atmosphere on the Moon also simplifies operations for orbit founders and landing machines. The Russian Luna Missions showed that it might be technically feasible to apply robotics to bring samples from the Moon to Earth. If the enemies of Jerusalem namely The New Ottomans would aim to launch a robotic mission to the moon in the future to fetch samples should one not ask that "why the grandpas of the Turkish Caliph?" while there could be no realistic or rationalist answer for that question, should not have tried to mock the words The Turkish Caliph rebuked. If successful were his ancestors, all questions in the way of understanding The Turkish Caliph's hatred targeting at the capital city of the Jews. Despite hours of observations, each new mission of one's regarding to the Moon, Space, and Jerusalem would produce no new discoveries through the windows of one's new flat in Jerusalem open an enlightened horizon beyond the street wherein Israeli Girl Soldiers were expected to go on with their security induced works would be restarted! Let there be no doubt that the Israeli sister soldiers wouldn't be afraid of The Ottoman's manure spacecraft even if it could be lifting off carrying The last President/Caliph’s first lunar probe at the streets of Jerusalem for the streets of The New Ottoman's cities shouldn't be seen as civilized and free places in 2018 and new manure using spacecrafts of the Ottomans and The New ottoman's mission discovered new distributions of the new regulations for TURCO-Islamic terrorists not to make eye-bath over the pants of lady angels, and probed regions of all Ottomans devoted to the Israeli Capital city-Jerusalem because of the potential resources that could make to turn even the soils occupied by TURCO-Islamic terrorists into freedom induced places of using those potential resources based of humanism, freedom, democracy, and real science far away from manure. An exciting discovery has been the presence of Jewish Humanism in permanently enlightened regions of Jerusalem that would-forever-see sun of the physics-that condemned by Turkish New Caliph condemned and prohibited in the schools-so that present in sufficient qualities, freedom on the capital City of Israel-Jerusalem could be used as a resource for generating the love for science not the highest technology(!) of using manure as fuel or supporting human progress. This would be a major advantage for future missions considering the cost of carrying the civilization of mankind to the provinces occupied by The New Ottomans. After all how Turkish Caliph would imagine that The New Ottoman Empire could make the world to believe the illiterate and innumerate would be historians paid by the Turkish caliph that though immense engineering advances were needed to recover the resources from environments as cold as -250℃, those challenges had driven new technologies-and amulets the Islamic terrorists used to carry inside the underwear of theirs-over manure. Could thinly educated Turkish Caliph understand the immense dimensions of those challenges aside from the practicalities, exploration of the Moon would have not instruct the manure and amulet induced Ottoman Scholarship the situation having revealed completely new ideas about the origin and sources of the Solar system that could change the prejudices offering that their God should be symbolized by The Moon. All in all before the knowledge gathering from the universe by means of the space-crafts the mankind did not managed to decipher the mystery of the creation inasmuch as prior to the Apollo missions, planets were thought to form over long periods of time by the slow agglomeration of dusty particles. Moon-not the symbol of the Islamic terrorists who were being directed by Turkish Caliph-yes the moon or rather some pieces of rocks of it returned to Earth by the Apollo missions changed that idea literally in a night as the night one was getting ready to sleep for the first time in one's new flat in Jerusalem. One then knew that gigantic collisions between civilizations were common, and one such between the first non-pagan belief system on the Earth and pagans-including the secret pagans symbolized God over the thinnest feature of The Moon probably formed the Jerusalem. One has also learned that instead the wounded truth, say the dark circular features on the Moon should have been the scars of impacting asteroids stirred up by shifts in the orbits of the big planets of the solar system. One reiterated the same things in the first night in the new flat-of one's-adjacent to the corner the Israeli sister soldiers was rendering the patrol duty promenade in the street-one's was looking at-of the Capital City of the Israel-Jerusalem...One's future studies of both Jerusalem and the Moon will undoubtedly lead to even deeper insights into the origin of the tolerance through which Israeli female and male warriors exhorting for the security of Jerusalem would embrace the new generations of our home planet that would admit the capital city of the sons of Israel as the most ancient holy place of The Mankind. Why was one trying to live in Jerusalem? For the sake of Zionism, no doubt...Jerusalem exploration study was not only about “out there” for one namely SOLZHENITSOF. Travel to the capital city of Israel should create new subjects to be written down within the limitless limits of literature style innovations and new discoveries that could improve the tolerance and love amongst human beings of all of times “down here” forever. One has been familiar with living a defiant Zionist, and yet inwardly-or rather warned via whisper The Turkish Caliph not to be getting prepared to risk confrontation with the United States over Turkey’s military incursion into northern Syria, vowing to next target a Kurdish-held town where U.S. Special Forces are stationed for the challenge created-in vain-was obligatorily targeting to reconvert Jerusalem. Speaking to members of his ruling-anti-Justice and-non-Development Party, a belligerent or rather bellicose Turkish last caliph shrugged off U.S. calls for The New Ottomans to limit the incursion launched a week ago, saying the next town to be targeted after the Kurdish enclave of Afrin, where Turkish tanks have been grinding through winter mud, will be MANBIJ, raising the possibility of American troops being drawn inadvertently into the bruising fight between The New Ottomans and Syrian Kurds. (The Reuters news agency reports that The New Ottoman Vizier of Foreign Affairs said Sabbath Day the United States ought to withdraw from northern Syria's MANBIJ region immediately, suggesting that an attack might be imminent. On Wednesday, U.S. President Donald Trump expressed concerns in a phone call with The Last Caliph of the New Ottomans about the army of Caliph offensive aimed at ousting Kurdish militiamen the U.S. would see as allies in the battle against the Islamic State terror group. Trump urged him to limit the incursion and to avoid civilian casualties. The U.S. president, though, acknowledged The New Ottomans' legitimate security concerns, according to Turkish officials, who said that Trump asked The self imposed Caliph “not to criticize the U.S.” before the hashish addict would go on with Dramatic escalation. But speaking to the deputy MOLLAS, The Turkish Caliph outlined a far more expansive operation than he’s committed to before, indicating his readiness to order The New Ottoman Forces, along with thousands of allied Syrian rebels namely TURCO-Islamic terrorists in Syria, remnants of to drive right across northern Syria all the way to Iraq. Then? One asked himself vehemently: "Then...?" To conquer Jerusalem no doubt! Eventually there was great warranty regarding to the safety of the streets of Jerusalem so that in the morning one would out of the one's new flat or rather through the windows of it enough to see the Israeli Sister warriors for the Israeli security forces should take up positions both on the outskirts and the city centre of Jerusalem using the phrase a la mode: "Seven Twenty four. That would mean preventing all attacks-at least all attempts of attacking-from east to west and from north to south which Israeli people would hope one day should become their own capital city soon and in full. It would mark a dramatic escalation of The Israelite’s pacifist attempt as well as adding a massive contribution in the already conflict induced world. One observing the twilight sky of Jerusalem shouted “We will rid the provinces of pseudo Islamic State terrorists, arm smugglers and pirates, as was promised before. Our battles will continue until no IS terrorist is left right up to our border with Jordan,” Israeli officials-as the intellectuals of the world-referred to fake Islamic State militiamen with the gunmen hiding in Gaza as terrorists. One might confess even that the Gunmen hiding in Gaza strip would be an affiliate of the Palestine’s own outlawed horror loving group which have waged a forty-decade-long insurgency against Israel. The peace making duty of both sister and brother warriors patrolling in the streets, could be genuinely named Operation Aid to Humanity and “will continue until it reaches its goals,” all Israeli Pillars of States pledged. One made no reference to the fact that as many as some thousand peaceful Jewish settlers. were stationed around Jerusalem or nearby. One shouted again that Israeli girl soldiers one had seen in the first day one moved in one's new flat "will walk on their road based on security and peace until the end!” One added the most detailed considerations of one's: "Jerusalem shares six kind of borders! The first with Jordan, the second with the country of M. ABBAS, the third with Egypt, and the fourth with Lebanon while the fifth with The Mediterranean Sea, and the sixth with The Universe or even with Universes all of them under Shalom-Peace control. The Universes might be those that we shall have been able to observe and the others which couldn't be fitting to be observed by the mankind who couldn't sense them even only some mms far from them and couldn't be the focus of the humans exploration so far. From another point of view The Turkish Caliph's terror troops might have been poaching from the side of sea since 2010s, when Islamic Terror militants from Istanbul were directed by The New Turkish Caliph towards Jerusalem behind the mask of carrying aid to Gaza-The Nest of butchers subsisting on horrific demonstrations with the New Ottoman Caliphate assistance. Israeli officials say they are ready to deploy security forces from every corners of the state to reinforce the Israeli sister warriors in the crowded lanes of Jerusalem, which would mean lachrymal gas, including water bombs, supplied by army for use against jihadist militants being turned instead on the Islamic terrorists and their allies." Inasmuch as some of those destructive mobs were parked in the abiding places of Gaza inhabitants near the 'Israeli Settling' borders that should come to the meaning of 'Confusion and conflict' On Monday-this morning- one of the consultants of Secretary of The UN said humans would continue to pursue talks with every horror architects-including Turkish Caliph-and hoped to find a way to create a “new security conception” that would meet Israeli Settlers’ “legitimate” security interests..."One assumed one's consciousness rate regarding to the security of Jerusalem could promote one's position up to a level for being Senior Observant of the Israel's Capital City thereto several VIPs including-Pentagon officials- come regularly to visit the genuine capital city of the Sons of Israel every time and sought to try establish a clear line between the Palestinians' towns and Jerusalem having considered that The Holy capital and other Gaza terrorists-held territory and between different parcels owned by Palestinians anyhow. So one tried to understand the meaning of the classically dirty-and yet actual message of The Hezbollah Terror organisation: 'We can destroy the Israeli army,' Crying out loud! YEP! Hezbollah was to dare to threaten Israel dismissing Israeli defence official's call to Lebanese people to oppose Iran's tightening grip on the country, calling it "nonsense" Was Israel isolated so it should be warned to avoid doing anything foolish that could spell war, What war? All terrorists like Hezbollah in Lebanon official ought to be warned that they couldn't afford any war but horror and terror. The news was carrying the signature of Lilach Shoval...One tried and assumed-in a different way that one was as strong as a Pentagon spokesman in one's proposal: Everybody could find in internet the news by the respectful person who has signed the news one got angry! One might have told oneself as if telling to the reporters that “the armed terror groups in Lebanon” were a part of the Iran Islam republic backed coalition against holy Jerusalem or rather the historically and theologically real capital of Israel. And yet one felt that some analysts could say that the distinction-drawing the real borders of The Israel's Capital City Jerusalem-might be invented by one namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF. Nevertheless the intellectuals of The World would know that the definition of Jerusalem's real borders might not be false in the writing of Prof. MES, and all former U.S. envoys to Israeli Capital City who should say there would be no “confusion and conflict” in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem and one could be planning all about what steps to take to defend those borders.

    WHILE PONDERING IN ONE'S NEW FLAT IN JERUSALEM ONE ASKS: "COULD THE ARMY OF TURKISH CALIPH DESTROY THE SOLOMON'S TEMPLE?" ACH! HOW THAT QUESTION WAS HEARTRENDING AND AS FOR THE REPLY BASED ON HIGH PROBABILITY THE REPLY WAS "YES!"

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    Turkish bombing damages 3,000-year-old temple in northern Syria

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    Turkish airstrikes against Kurdish forces have partially destroyed a 3000-year-old temple in northern Syria, according to a monitoring group and the Syrian regime.

    THE TROOPS OF TURKISH CALIPH WERE IN THE UNIFORM OF DAESH!
    https://www.google.com.tr/search?q=T...yZIDKPBHDb13M:

    One went to the kitchen of one's new flat and after sipping coke from one's ornamented cup made to show one one's new feature: an analyst with the Middle East Institute far from Washington-based policy research organization, and confessed oneself that one-that having got that title approved in the consecrated atmosphere of the kitchen-couldn't be thought as able to persuade Turkish Caliph not to move on Jerusalem after conquering the North Syria will likely prove extremely hard but possible or vice versa: possible but hard. If one should retire to one's bedroom and make a cell-phone call to argues whether one of the driving factors behind the offensive might be Turkish Caliph’s goal of “galvanizing [Turkish] nationalists ahead of critical 2019 elections.” it would be in need to be accepted by oneself. Looking afar-towards the violet horizons of Jerusalem one could see the mimics of Syrian Kurds having accused both the U.S. and Russia of stepping aside when the Islamic terror troops of the Turkish Caliph neared to Jerusalem, which has an estimated superficial area based on the true and peaceful religion of more than 12,000 kilometres square after having been swelled by the Jewish settlers or rather the real owner of the vast lands between the Nile and Euphrates covering the other parts of war-torn Syria. One namely SOLZHENITSOF transferred from his bedroom to the study as a Russian adviser were based in Jerusalem but were withdrawn by Moscow just days before The Operation of Turkish Caliphate was launched to destroy all temples, churches, chapels and even the mosques if they didn't belong to Turkish Caliph's TURCO-Islamic Terror civilization. Civilization, huh? Turkish caliph claimed last week that he and the Islamic terror State's administration have an agreement over the TURCO-Islamic incursion first in Syria then-backing by Lebanon Hezbollah into the southern depths of The Mid East! At any moment one imagined that one was an official-belonging to no organization-told al-SHARQ al-AWSAT, a Saudi-owned pan-Arab newspaper, that the security forces in the street before one's new flat might broker a meeting between the group there and one only twenty four hours before all sort of offensives targeting at both Jerusalem and one's new flat, and... And yet one wondered if one could said that the attackers were told-suppose were told- to hand over Jerusalem to Jewish prayers as a way to avoid an inhuman effect to be caused by the attackers themselves and it would be when they refused that one's defensive considerations were removed from the agenda in everywhere from kitchen to one's study which could be utilized also as the bed room while it might be apt to study at least to read... What were the speculations of one's in one's new flat in the old capital city of Jewry-Jerusalem! Yes Jewry, yes! Adding to it one should keep successfully in mind Hebrew, Jew, Israeli, Israelite, Jewish, Zionist, and The Son(s) of Israel. One from the meaning network of those terms showing both belief and the roots of one's mother or at least the mother of one's dad. would like to chat with members of security forces patrolling in the street before one's new flat in Jerusalem whereof the stores wouldn't be obliged to carry colours of lemonade, shapes of the drawers next to one's bed, If one namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF should be under the readers' pressure to describe the biological or physical environment besieging one's new flat in Jerusalem one's beloved country-Russia would have not been wooing the words of the sentences constructed under the very title of Jerusalem or the sentence constructer but been appearing then to have chosen the classical descriptions of the living-as lemon trees or non-living-as drawers, printers placed on the top of them in the conflict with the hurdles one as the artist to pass as smoothly as an artist could do. One knew the Russian analysts would say the environment should be evaluated as more important in the new Tsar’s plans for reading the new novel of one-Jerusalem in a way that could benefit his allies, say the other readers. One thought, "Jerusalem’s defenders whom one got acquaintance in the first day one arrived it that holy capital of Jewry have a powerful hand to play,” and gave start a tuning played on whistle 'HAVA NAGILA' according to all situation therein certain crowd would elicit should turn into something composed for dance-a ritual dance of course! One imagined oneself also, an analyst at the Century Foundation, a New York-based think tank in charge of saying that while the enemies of Jerusalem risked getting bogged down during the offensive and one-if persuade the girl soldiers, their fathers, and the brother of one of the girls-could drag out an insurgency, they might face a powerful foe under the command of Turkish Caliph “whose goal is not to win concessions but to destroy it.” the members of one's imaginative group might have no option but “to negotiate with both Jews and Arabs namely self-interested actors whose assistance will come at a steep price, if at all!” One even could say The New Ottomans' AL QUDS Brigades viz. The enemies of Jerusalem were enjoying widespread public support in the last Turkish Caliphate. (Enemies of Jerusalem: Hobgoblin, Boggy Man, Bloody Ghosts of Huns etc.)
    https://www.google.com.tr/search?q=T...SOzt59l0ks6uM: Obviously all of the Islamic Terror Groups’ four main gangs-Al Qaeda, DAESH, Hezbollah, and The New Ottomans support the hostility trying to destroy SOLOMON TEMPLE in Jerusalem amid a Islamic or pseudo non Islamic viz. fake secular Turkish Soviet's media frenzy backing the hostility. The Turkish Caliph has moved against critics, and dozens who oppose the offensive, including at least several journalists, have been detained for The Caliph has pledged to “crush anyone who opposes our nationalist struggle.” And yet his risky gamble could quickly turn sour Turkish Caliph defies Russia, the US together with assault on refugees in Syria he would sees northern Syria as Turkey’s number one security challenge while that schizophrenic vendetta has taken a dramatic new twist with the cross-border ground assault towards the Jerusalem over north-west Syria. Defying Russia, the US, and Jerusalem’s true situation, The Schizophrenic Caliph would be betting on a decisive victory over The Capital City of Israel over the UN first then on the battle-field but this risky gamble could quickly turn sour. The initial incursion by The Turkish Caliph's troops and their Free Syrian Army based on Islamic Terror-see please the link above-sought allies on Sunday, preceded by days of airstrikes and artillery shelling, appeared tentative and limited in scope. Actually one would rather shout again, " Let there be no worry, no fear' The OPU-One's Protection Units Forces namely the Israeli sister warriors, their fathers, the brother of one those girl solders and the passersby as one person amongst them had shared his opinions regarding to 'Vogue' with one said to number 12 equal to 100,000 Islamic terrorists in the Europe and in The Mideast, would not be giving an inch in the distance between the palace of The Caliph and his target say, Jerusalem, and eventually the members of the OPU founded by one have dug already in and they could be defending the true Capital City of Israel-Jerusalem or rather the homeland of Jewry. In the debut of 2018, after the historical truth erupted over the explanations of president Trump, The Turkish Caliph couldn't be able to attain the Liberal World’s aim of ousting the terror from the Mideast. One have evaluated the near historical events: When Islamic State emerged in Syria and Iraq, NATO's false member The New Ottoman Empire accomplished by means of occupying Syrian soils its ostensibly prioritised its defeat. When a ceasefire between the exuberantly hard imagination of one's and one's own reality calling one to sleep without shadows of militants in concrete plan and an abstract “terrorist threat” emanating from Lebanon towards Israel and its capital city-Jerusalem, and has become Turkish Caliph’s big obsession. Instead of all used a dozing attempt with snoring in the arm-chair to justify a crackdown on Pro-Jerusalem lovers who were-obviously-not elected lovers as one they would like to remain in the socio-historical ocean based on Jerusalem's peace, love, and tolerance induced atmosphere. One also cut a de facto deal with one’s allies on the way going to the bed-room: posters of lovely ladies of the world fond of 'Vogue', Brahms's symphonies or rather symphonic excerpts from them, landscapes showing the pearl of Russia namely Yekaterinburg and Persia's quatrain poet Omar Khayyam-his famous lines, accepting the World's agenda like a schedule to plan the mankind's happiness. In return, one's rationality and freak senses collided before a new spirit within one's daily psychology acquiesced in one’s first big attempt to fall asleep. For one and likeminded Jerusalem lovers, the idea of an autonomous nerve system linking to natural sleep or independent dozing in one's home, and yet a new flat's entity stretching from activity to taking a rest in the little room in the west or east of one's new flat, and potentially embracing a style of living in order to the rules of south or north parts-if there were all directions available there, would be an existential serenity instead of a nightmare... Obviously the first day of SOLZHENITSOF in his new flat in JERUSALEM was not anything to be considered as a nightmare instead of his escaping from sleep and it would be venting in such style that-let's repeat the same word-obviously it has eclipsed other considerations. Now the new owner of the flat was chancing his pen again to spill every kind of statements repeating-too much rarely-the words he has used in the text not for the sake of repetition the sound and yet of the conception in need of repeat. Instead of the huge treasury of one’s-of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF-not repeating oneself but to satisfy one's witty home-in other words the modern house-should be the big problem, because of the resistance belonging peculiarly to the computers its construction should be based on. So one would like to put the resistance of modern life aside, one should see that everybody amongst those of the big players-playing their parts in the street-would support one. As for one one's role outdoors and indoors it was obliged to post the loyal readers of one in TLN to Moscow two times a day to obtain their agreement. Even so, the administration might express serious concern especially on Sundays, huh? A strange inquisitive approach at that point indeed...Have they ever pulled back its pages to prevent accidental repetition? NOP! But one ought to keep in one's mind that administration still would control the volumes spent in threads over threads and replies. One's new and modern flat in the old capital city-Jerusalem of the Jewry might-on the other side-be furious with the well experienced author/apprentice owner of its, and so too, presumably, could make a puppet-master in its premises. As one could see the witty flat has threatened to hit back wordily–especially if should pursues ones threat to advance towards the special corner at the pavement.The meaning of modern home, author/owner, and The Literature network could be accepted clearly definable but what about the "Sunday"? All three-one and one's new flat in Jerusalem, and the forum linked to The TLN-would be being controlled within their genuine borders, similar other intellectually wrought subjects which couldn't be having got in Sundays, could be? One backed, anti-inhuman incursions readers should know that the holy days such as Sabbath or Sunday might not be seen within the circles of the thought induced activities because these good days would be abiding on behalf of the life of the intellectual who wouldn't hesitate to accept that Jerusalem would be stayed as the capital of Israel forever. As for the subjects above were meanwhile to be promoting their own self-improvement plans for a post-1967 war settlements and the settlers of course. None’s maverick behaviour would jeopardise those consideration, if it was not true what could be the meaning of one's piece of papers piled on the table as the suicide bombers alongside the tanks and armoured carriers of the Turkish Caliph-the terror boss second to Turkish Ayatollah GULEN-on the move aiming to be near the borders of Jerusalem prior to the incursion into the State of Israel. Actually some photographs one found in the attic of the building where one's new flat took place would show that The Caliph was also at odds with the Trump administration, and not for the first time. One looking out of the kitchen window understood that there would be longstanding tensions over perceived past IS-Islamic State- ambivalence-based on not choosing Jerusalem or American bases- towards The USA... While speaking something related to The US one would like to install some utensils in one's new kitchen to make automatic responses to Anti-American slogans to declare all of the Mideast countries one's refusal to end one's backing for the USA, which one regarded as an effective bread, conserved kitchen soup-ready for instant usage-ketchup, glass size pockets of tea, cola based drink and milk provider especially in the kitchens of all middle class survivors within the medium of limitless economical crises in Lebanon, Turkey, Jordan and the like against fame and against the next big threat induced underfeeding that might cause epidemic CAHEXIA, has driven relations between The USA and one namely SOLZHENITSOF to the most point. One would feel oneself at times, the US secretary of state, made matters better last week with an open-ended commitment to maintain or increase the US presence in dreams of one in one's imagination-held areas of dreaming real American dream over one's dreams. The US plan to train several thousand-strong border force comprising the liberal dreamers out of The USA-led Jerusalem lovers would seem then to have sent an already livid one over the edge of the beloved capital city of Israel. If the official secretary of The USA should had later claimed president’s intentions had been misunderstood, and the military circles and the "State Department" made conciliatory noises on the coming days one would choose Sunday as the day of response. O Gosh! Sunday again, huh? There could be nothing to be censured if The Caliph was unbending. Rightly or wrongly, Turkish Caliph saw Jerusalem as the new Ottomans’ number one security challenge. Alas! He could not even dared to appear such, yet again, to be dealing the “Jerusalem card” to a domestic audience. Eventually all anti-Semitic butchers should have almost totally isolated internationally even if they would like to appear not to care. As for one who should be estimated and esteemed as the biggest sworn enemy of the foes of the Jerusalem-especially terror agent enemies of the Israel's capital city! Since one was there to defend Jerusalem one has a small favour to rent a flat, to get acquaintance with the Israeli girl soldiers and their relatives. More people might not be reading the new novel of SOLZH-The True Capital City of The Israeli State than ever but not advertising revenues across the media to be falling anyhow. And unlike many news organisations concerned in the subject of The Historical Truth-Jerusalem, the author and the Israeli sister warriors haven’t put up a pay wall for they ought not to want to keep their interesting group as open to be known by the world's intellectuals as they could. So one could see why they needed to ask for help of the passersby whereof a person would like to make thought exchange with one over 'Vogue'. The one’s independent, investigative insomnia should take a lot of time, humanist profit not based on money and yet hard work to produce. But one did not it because one believed one's perspective matters because it might well be the perspective of one's group, too. One appreciated there not being a pay wall: it should be more democratic for the media to be available for all and not a commodity to be purchased by a few. Instead of such sophisticated considerations one was happy to make a contribution so others with less means still have access to information linked to Jerusalem! One for one oneself would like often to sleep early without sitting in the study or in kitchen but on the first day of one's new flat one could one the premises from the little laundry chamber to the hall should be worth spending time while considering Jerusalem in all of them. ' I certainly should be there gobbling biscuits in the kitchen or in the bedroom to fall asleep at the quilt made of goose feather,’ said one and added, ‘I'm not able besides just going out while no sleigh is waiting for me in the yard as I used to see in Russia.’ Then one left the bar placed in the hall or saloon-as they call in The Mideast cities-of one's new flat immediately, without a word of explanation, and grasped the physical situation that in the entrance hall turned not to the way out but to the interior of the house. A few more steps could have brought one to the yard, and yet it wasn't realized like that. So one was standing up near to the bar...How quiet and beautiful the atmosphere of indoors was there! The carpet thereon one was standing still was rectangular, enclosed on three sides by the walls of the building and on the other side, where the window looking at the street lay a side-road that one hasn’t perceived before wherein by a highly marked white line God know for what a traffic induced sign it had been designed. Afar-across the opposite horizon from the point of patrolling Israeli girl soldiers were-a large, heavy gate in the shadowy dark gray fond like a wall made of oak then stood open. Seen from here, the new flat of one looked higher on the side facing the far and deep or rather shadowy horizon than in front, or at least the first kilometre stone like huge thing was greatly extended and seemed larger, for it had a leaden gallery running around it, closed except for vista at the level of observation to be fulfilled by eyes. One's late varieties in the space between the premises were still without equal nearly 7000 years later than that of first good believers of the old earth. Before one, humanity's general peace-Shalom lovers worked for the glory of God, and yet one's for the chosen land too. Or else one wrote on bended knee for wealthy courts and egotistical patrons. One kicked open the doors of the chaotic world and made oneself at the new flat of one's, and thought and sensed for Shalom alone. One could be, a superstar in New-York-universally conceded to be the greatest peace-keeper in the world, something almost unheard of in the pre-digital age, and, most importantly, one knew it. It’s important there not to dismiss this as cockiness. As for one's settlement in Jerusalem that some may mistake as arrogance has stood the test of time as an unquenchable certainty based on truth, only truth. One would rather be the most strangeness induced familiar, revered voyager there was after Pushkin who visited Erzurum whereof the villages had continued to conceal a lot of crypto Hebrews. Really the world might see the people with big noise and perpetual head cover roaming in the street having flawed till the fountain of Sabbath...One eclipses every other peace lover and one's shadow of praying within the depth of prayer would fall over every weak praying people in the world although if there were even a hint of injustice or hyperbole in that fact one would take issue with it. But the truth is, healthy or not and everybody don’t hesitate to say healthy-one somehow achieved religious enhanced and it was quite simply a fact of life that one was and always would be the benchmark, the most pious and pacifist besides being the absolute peak of compositional genius for everyone else to aspire to in the ways of Shalom! One humbly transcended ego because one knew beyond doubt that one was writing for the eternity of Jerusalem. One's confidence in one's abilities was the only great truth in one's life and one held on to it with such tenacity because it kept one alive. One explained, besides other consideration, “To my historical I owe the fact that I did not end Jerusalem's romantic life with omitting approach in shaping the style of one's devoted to Jerusalem,” And one wrote that one was totally different than both historians and artists even if one's were full of words like artist, art, artistry. One's life in one's new flat was the very definition of “interiority” with one, the novel based on the dairies became about feelings, about looking within and expressing things thither to much unexplainable. One, Trump and Turkish Caliph were without question the holy trinity of perceiving Jerusalem as the unity belonging to Jewry. But there was one reason alone that makes one-SOLZHENITSOF, and it was his humanity. Trump and The Turkish Caliph had gifts that came straight from the Jewry too. One was a pacifist believer, but there was simply no other possible explanation for the depth of sense of justice Trump and 'One' displayed. What Trump and 'One' did with the situation of Jerusalem was quite literally never beyond any non-pacifist comprehension. The Anti-Semitic front, on the other hand, was on its own. Every description of one related Jerusalem should be sweated over, every theme worked on tirelessly and chiselled into immortality. The speeches of Trump and one looked spotless next to the messy, crossed-out, almost indecipherable complicity in the style of one's. While Turkish Caliph hurled explanations on to the piece of papers piled on a chair or stool in the new flat -its kitchen- of one has rented as fast as one could write, barely without correction, one would make brewed and would fight and wrestle and argue with one own shadow and rage until one forced what one was looking for out and onto the pieces of pages piled in the kitchen. In the debut of 2018, He changed the course of musical history, composing the title of one's novel; a pile of written pieces twice as long as anything that had come before it, written for both the peaceful intelligent people of the world of the future and the first truly “truthful” piece of history. With one compulsive Shalom namely peace entered the debut of 2018. One's invention and resource never flagged or shown over EMOGIES... One's new flat induced novel was actually based on the Jewry bounded with the obligation having got Jerusalem as the eternal capital similar to the solo recitals of the American Jazz's giants described by the non-striptease fond middle age males or young females fond of aesthetics-not sexism-as “the most sublime show that has ever penetrated into the eye of people, and it had an entire structure that was erected based on ever limitless hammer blows both the dance figures musical notes. One's novel on Jerusalem, especially that written during one's fruitful 10 years before then, was utterly unique-nothing like it has been written since then, and nothing ever would in any mood much more historical and religious. It should be then superlative and some have even said superhuman within the circles of The Literature Network. And perhaps the greatest miracle of all: One changed the course of own authorship history…while one was naturally genius while aging as told in children tales. YEP! Some people would say because of it. Study SOLZH as an author never young nor old and one would show us who the World's Literature Giants were. Then come on! Not read one but listen to one , a man non-tormented and not isolated, who wrote simply to justify one's artistic and intellectual existence, and one would show all writers who they could be. Let's repeat: Diagonally opposite one, in the central part of the new flat but at the corner where the side wing adjoined it, there was an open way into everywhere without any door. In front of the place where the Israeli Girl Soldiers stood in the street there was a big, dark, strictly closed box full of the authors of The Jewry from Camus to SOLZHENITSOF with two handle attached to it. There was no one in sight but two postmen to carry the box, whose presence at this distance and in the dark one guessed at rather than actually seeing them. Hands in one's pockets, looking cautiously around oneself, and keeping close to the window, one skirted two sides of the nearest unit of the furniture until he had discerned the box and the Israeli postmen. One of the postmen, one of those adept and good mannered persons who had been before the box, reflecting the feature of good tidings carrying and wearing an overcoat-maybe the other day-would sitting there wrapped in furs and had watched none approaching without interest, much as one's eyes might idly follow a docile, gray wolf prowling alongside the postmen. When one had reached them and said good evening, and even the docile gray wolf became a little uneasy at the sight of a man emerging from the darkness, he still showed no interest at all. One welcomed that afar. Leaning head slightly against the pane, one unpacked a little pocket of biscuit, thought gratefully of Jerusalem which had provided for the Jewry-for at least 5,000 years-so well, and as one did so peered outside the window. In a good distance one saw a staircase adjacent to a miniature size block turning at several angles led up, and without a any ceilinged high or low but apparently long passage crossed everything at the bottom of the stairs to prove that one could not understand the meaning of 'everything' instead of the fact that everything was clean as if having been whitewashed... From another point of view one carried on with listening to the news from The TV Channel 24 in both French and English. According to the pens having written the sliding bands-marine blue on beige in colour- of highlights TURKO-Islamic Anti-Semitic gangs and Kurdish representatives of pro democracy movements-if not Pro Jewish-have been sharing conflicting reports concerning the situation in The Mideast. The Syrian Kurdish militia-having got no privilege before the eyes of the Worlds' Intellectuals but secularism and respecting to feminist attitudes-told Sputnik that they captured 16 Islamic terrorists-who might be hazardous over their bloodshed induced philosophy-during fighting in the Northern Syria- whereas terror agents backed by the Turkish Caliph have been conducting an operation since January 20 said, "The militiamen lost four people..." The spokesman for the Kurdish Self-Defence Forces would oppose noting the reduction in the number of Caliphate's airstrikes in the area. In the midnight, the representatives of both sides shared conflicting reports on casualties on the fifth day of the critical operations near IDLEB or rather the nest of Islamic Terrorists paid by the Turkish Caliph-the number one rich president overall the earthly political scene. While the TURCO-Islamic terror agents said that a total of 287 terrorists had been killed in the campaign, a feminist militia representative speaking to Sputnik challenged the horror related anti-Semitic military's claims, saying that no more than 15-20 secular militiamen had been killed. At the same time, Reuters cited a senior member of the Feminism and Secularism-led Syrian Democratic Forces as saying that the group had killed tens of Islamic terrorist forces! Forces, forces, forces...One understood that from the point force one might be defined as forceless, and yet one had allies from the microwave oven in the kitchen to the television set in the drawing room since the start of the events like Trump's speech "claiming that Jerusalem would be the capital city of Israel" and one's anti-terror operation projects, however, failing to provide an exact and non-abstract figure in one's brain. Did one's flip-flops sell one's fanciful projects along the river? What a betrayal indeed! After the notes of one's written on the piece of papers piled on the chairs in the kitchen wherein he would rather announced the eternal situation of Jerusalem on Saturday the launch of the new operation of one's in the new flat against the 'Islamic Terror' to be expressed vigorously having got readiness already to attack humans at anytime and anywhere...Why then one didn't take the necessary steps to defend Jerusalem-the eternal capital city and one's own people linked to The Jewry? So one's campaign of Zionism viz. starting a new life in a new flat in Jerusalem which should started with peeping through the window to support the patrolling Sister Warriors in the street. Free thoughts of one's, have been followed by an instant operation by means of the piece of papers piled in the chairs placed both in the drawing room and in kitchen. Apparently one has been mulling an operation in one's new flat in the eternal capital city of Israel! And yet the military front of TURCO-Islamic terrorists threatening Israel should be seen by one as another new front that was not just a local conflict: it could lead to a broader liberal and secular Kurdish revolt that could redraw the map of the three corrupted state. Iraq, Syria and The Turkish Caliphate of the New Ottomans in Ankara... so that the liberal world must finally decide what it wanted to achieve in the Middle East or other players might benefit in whichever state they live, the Liberal-Democrat Kurds endure a perilous existence. In Iran, the Liberal and Democrat Kurdish people-not the dirty and bloody communist partisanship induced gang of PKK-of the west have suffered significant persecution at the hands of the Islamic republic, while in Iraq, the Pro-West Kurds of the north were confronted with a well-organised military operation. They also faced a diplomatic initiative that illustrated that, even in the fractious world of Middle East politics, the Liberal Kurdish aspirations could manage to unify Iraq, Iran and the New Ottoman's land under the vaguely manifested in common opposition, following the independence referendum. Even more strikingly, western powers were also aligned against their Iraqi Kurdish allies who had been so valuable in the fight against Islamic State. The thinking of western governments was logical- coolly objective even-as they remained committed to their policy of protecting the territorial integrity of the huge garbage where lay Islamic Terror officially or non-officially performed. But, from a humanist perspective, they seem to be useful proxies when needed and friends to forget when not. This pattern was again playing out in the far north of Syria...,






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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I

    (Continuing from the previous pages also)

    In the Northern Syria, controlled by nobody the Turkish caliphate backed terrorists and their radical Muslim partners were seemingly very active. For those Anti-Semitic forces, namely those groups are synonymous with the Al Qaeda and IS-Islamic State, proscribed in the region, and in the western countries as terrorist organisations. The groups, by contrast, claim they are wholly against terrorism and are committed to the North Syria, as they call the region occupied by Turkish Caliphate, being Anti-Semitic peril within the future period. They were not also committed western allies in the fight against IS-Islamic State. The problem with these arguments is that they all contain an element of truth threatening Jerusalem. No matter how persuasively leaders of the Turkish Caliphate claimed that they were not part of the Islamic Terror, circumstantial evidence would suggest otherwise. This shouldn't not a surprise. The Islamic terror had previously been based in the Mideast and the governments of the states in the region had embraced a policy over many years of encouraging Anti-Semitic movements there to join Al Qaeda. If one day, those radical Islamists were going to head Lebanon and Gaza wherein the sworn enemy namely Hezbollah to attack Jerusalem. So, while that shouldn't not mean that the Islamic State was the Anti-Semitic organization, it would be understandable why Turkish Caliphate would make the claim. However, the Anti-Semitic groups have proved themselves politically responsible, administering their territories in the chaotic setting of post-2011 civil war there. For the frame of the pictures on the walls of one of the new flat were neatly delineated the wait was shorter than one had expected in the procedure of jumping from the new flat to the whole Middle East. One assumed one had finished one's sandwich long ago, the news programme in the French Channel 24 in both English and French was caressing, when the twilight had become full darkness, and still there was no sign of political affairs concerning Jerusalem. ‘Could be a long time yet,’ said one oneself with a hoarse voice suddenly, so close to the heart of animosity threatening the eternal capital city of Israel that he jumped. It was the fancy, non-stretching rest and yawning loudly as if one had just woken up. ‘What could be a long time yet?’ asked one, not displeased by the interruption, for the continuing silence and suspense had become hopeful and happiness making. ‘Could be a long time before I leave,’ asked one oneself... One didn’t understand oneself or rather one's own situation, but asked no further questions oneself, thinking that was the best way to get a unsociable person-like one-talking. There in the darkness, returning no answer was almost provocative, and indeed, after a while one asked oneself: ‘Like a coke?’ ‘Yes,’ said one, without stopping to think and much tempted by the offer, because one was enjoying the new flat of one's warm and cosy. ‘Open up the door of the bath-room, then,’ ordered one's instinct. ‘There are several coke bottles and even tins in the side cupboard. One mumbled, "take one out, have a drink, and then hand it to your shadow. It’s too difficult for me to climb down myself wearing no pyjamas.’ And militarily, one seemed to have turned into the Middle East’s equivalent of the such and such constructions. With limited equipment consisting of forks, spoons, plates, cups etcetera in the kitchen, the classical furniture scattered in the premises and yet with no abundance of discipline but sheer belief while the forces against the army of Turkish Caliphate having fought a dogged and ultimately successful defence of in the northern Syria, which history no doubt should view as the moment the tide turned against IS-Islamic State, which had, until then, seemed virtually unstoppable. One understood that the statue outside Israel should pay tribute to every secular groups who fought against Islamic terror. Then, as the core of the Shalom/Peace, the world's intellectuals' attention concentrated in backing the new situation of the eternal capital city of Israel namely Jerusalem, not only across the Middle-East, but also down the border with Mediterranean as far south of the new Russian Empire as Balkan Countries. Working with Eastern and Western Europe, and especially the USA to the highest probability the Far East-including India and China must have gained utmost experience and skills that would bolster their already respectful standing to approve the Jewry induced holiness of Jerusalem. In short then, from the European perspective, SOLZHENITSOF did have a point, but then so too did the Indian and The Chinese. When faced with having to make an almost impossible choice-choosing the most humanist and non-Anti Semitic one amongst the sane people of the earth, it should be perhaps easier to opt to do the bare minimum. One did not much care for lending a hand oneself to solve the humanitarian problems both in one's new flat and in the Mideast, but one had let oneself in for conversation with the driver, so he complied, even at the risk of being found by any photos reflecting another feature of one's not liking to solve problem-able to be moulded in to concrete things-beside the utensils vaguely useful for any solution or solution in escaping from the problems or lying in the cupboard-to be seen and to be used. Has one-in this way-opened the biggest door of the new flat in Jerusalem he rented only within the 24 hours and could have taken the coke bottle straight out of the Frigidaire fitted inside the corner near to the door-but not the biggest one because of the truth that all doors of the flat there should equal to each other-but now that the door was open one felt an irresistible urge to get into the non-real world namely the world of photos; one would sit there just for a moment. If one quickly should have climbed in-where?-what might have become really. The warmth inside the term reality was extraordinary, and yet it couldn't be felt warm even though the door, which one dared not close, was wide open. One didn’t know if one was sitting on a chair or all of the chairs were used already to piling the piece of papers or not as one half-lay there so comfortably among rugs, cushions, and even furs; one could turn and stretch on all sides, and everywhere you sank into the soft warmth of non-real phenomenon. Just at that moment one touched the button like symbols to make a selfie over his J5 mobile to show one arms outstretched, while lying on the divan head supported on the cushions ready in place for exhibiting an invitation to forty winks, one would have looked out of the room at the dark building. Why was one making everything so long to rest a little? As if numbed by the warmth after standing before the TV Set in the study for so long, one should have wished that the genuine admonition to warn the Jewry of the danger feeding by Islamic terrorists backed by The Turkish Caliphate who really could arrive there at last to occupy Jerusalem. The idea that it would be better not to be found by The Turkish Caliph in his present position did occur to him, but not very clearly, just as a faint anxiety. One was encouraged in this oblivious state by the behaviour of the Turkish Caliph, who should know that he was inside the mechanism of Islamic Terror and was letting himself stay there without even demanding the hashes. That was considerate of The Turkish Caliph, but one should have wanted to do that Islamic terror boss some little service, so moving slowly and without changing his position he reached for the side pocket, but not the one in the open attacks against liberal civilization, which was too far away; instead he reached for the closed doors of the Israel before him as if he could really be able to conquer Jerusalem, and it came to the same thing, for there were little capsules of hashes in the side pocket there too. He would rather take one out, gulp it just after sniff it. Instinctively he should have smiled; the smell might as sweet as Islamic terror induced bloodshed all over the Europe and delightful as if having heard praise and kind words from someone The Turkish Caliph would love, and one doesn't know why, nor does one want to know, one was just happy to hear the beloved person uttering them. Could this really be hashes and bloodshed of Islamic Terror? One wondered, tasting it-tentatively-out of curiosity. Yes, it should be hashes, remarkably enough, burning and warming The Caliph. But as he had it, it turned from something that should have been little more than the hydrogen based fuel into a rocket more suitable for reaching the space. Is it possible? One wondered again, as if reproving oneself, and one had it tentatively once more. Then one fancied that one was just in the middle of taking a long draught then it was to be suddenly bright...And yet the main problem was not the brightness-coming from the electric light and smuggling through some vista to tease one while trying to fall asleep- elicited after the bulbs induced current electricity had been switched on indoors on the staircase, in the corridor, in the entrance hall, and outside above the entrance itself-there was the fear of darkness. Might have one heard steps coming upstairs or downstairs, the coke bottle dropped from one’s hand-although it couldn't be taken into account regarding for the bottle type was that of recycling-coke was spilt over the disposable table cloth, and one jumped out of the chair. One just had time to close all the doors to delete the lights coming through those vistas, which made a loud bang, and next moment a native came near to the entrance of the humble block slowly out of the space in the street located there in order to be patrolling Israeli girl soldiers. The one consolation seemed to be that it wasn’t any person worth of talking about or it wasn't that in fact to be regretted, was it? It was the gentleman whom one had already seen at the pavement where one shared the matters linked to 'vogue'. Suddenly one happened to look at the mirror in the entrance of one's new flat in Jerusalem. Then come on and guess what could one have seen there: A young gentleman, very good-looking, with a pink-and-white complexion, but extremely grave-of course for SOLHENITSOF was an old chap of the mirrors for at least fifty years at the level of addiction. One looked at oneself gloomily, but the gloom was on his own behalf because the SOLZH reflecting from there was-obviously- being rejoiced there within that imaginary induced medium made of glass and bright material bright enough to reflect the light. If only one had sent one shadow there instead; might it too have behaved as the vision of one's had already, huh? Facing oneself to some extent, one remained silent, as if there wasn’t enough breath in one's broad ventilation tube, say, trachea of one' chest for what had to be said. ‘This is terrible,’ one remarked at last, pushing one's little cap-KIPA-a little way back from his forehead. What was this? It wasn’t likely that the person smiling one knew one had been in the mirror, but one thought something or other was terrible. Perhaps it was one’s making one's way into the story namely The New Novel of SOLZ-Jerusalem? ‘How do you come to be here?’ asked one the gentleman there in a softer voice, breathing out with a sigh of resignation. What questions! What answers! Obviously one had been suffering from them while writing since the debut of one's career as scholar, MD or rather medic and artist as Albert Schweitzer had been before in the history of omnipotent Europeans. Was one to speak up oneself and expressly confirm to the personage in the mirror that the errand of the night on which one had set out so full of hope had been for nothing? Instead of replying, one turned to the divan, reopened it, and retrieved one's little Jewish cap, which one had left somewhere. One noticed, to one's chagrin, that coke was dripping over the Persian carpet. Then one turned back to the thing reflecting one optically; one had no scruples now about showing that one had been in the atmosphere of the street. After all, it wasn’t the end of the world. If one were asked, but only then, one would not conceal the fact that the one oneself having reflected from the bright surface had at least encouraged not one trying to open the mirror as a door. The worst of it, however, was that the person had taken one by surprise and there hadn’t been time to hide from oneself so that one could go on waiting for oneself undisturbed, or that one hadn’t had the presence of mind to stay under the blanket, behind the closed the door, and wait for one's own character in the play-if life is a play solely-lying under the blanket there, or at least stay in it until all the reflections were close concretely. Of course, one couldn’t know whether one oneself might not now turn up, in which case it would naturally have been much better to encounter the thing in the mirror. Yes, there was a good deal to think about in all this, but not now, for this particular venture of one's was over. ‘Come with me,’ said one's shadow besides, not really in a commanding tone-or even in any tone that having been able to be connected to an voice; the sense of command lay not in one's words but in the brief and intentionally indifferent gesture that accompanied them. ‘I’m waiting for someone,’ said one as a pious Zionist, just on principle rather than hoping for any success now. Seemingly nearly 24 hours of mistrust of one's visible side and that invisible both sides had an obsession with defeating the mistrust sparked the mirror operation in the day one moved new flat fostering the wish to put an end of the independence of the same person's visible and invisible. In the very time, the debater of vogue and the observer of the Israeli sister warriors one forced oneself over the mirror to sign the treaty of personality with oneself who detached what would become spectra, shadow, reflection, concrete body, personality, identity Syria, Jordan, and Israel from the House of . The agreement also granted the identification based existence or rather vice versa adjacent to ones imagination for Jewry induced and Hebrew based on piety, while the fanciful conceptions to define one oneself were ceded an area that included abstract and concrete parts of one's personal territory, including those in the street and in the new flat. The Israeli Girl Soldiers established a protectorate in one's new life in Jerusalem, now renew as the eternal capital city of The Jewry . In response, The New Ottoman Caliph officer named also as The president a cadre of nationalist collaborators, raised an army and intended to drive the US Troops out of what became the New Ottoman of Turkish caliphate. Despite The Turkish Caliphate’s triumph in the Northern Syria and The Caliphate’s subsequent growth into a regional power, the dissection of the empire and the attempted division of its remnant has sowed a profound and pronounced mistrust of foreign powers-even allies-in The Mideast’s political culture through 100 years of independence, Turkish Caliph have made clear that the nightmare of post-World-War-I dismemberment can never repeat itself. But it has, despite their best efforts-albeit in an updated form, involving the United States and Syrian territory-ROJAVA. One has explained why, one day before , last weekend, in the coming days one ordered one's own shadow to attack the vision in the mirror reflecting the a limitless details of one's new flat. Was that space in the vision induced place was under the control of one and its affiliated fighting force? Has that force been an effective partner of one namely the author of Jerusalem in the fight against the Islamic Terror-IS, while it was also a creature of the Jerusalem lover identified as a 'one man Zionist' organization. While one portrayed one's campaign as an anti-Islamic Terror operation, one has had too much to answer for in this department. Over the course of the conflict between one and mirror, one's new life could not have turned a blind eye to one's own visible components, and must have enabled all optic reflections affiliating, and was-at best-ambivalent about forgetting the Islamic State's Terror even in second. Let us also stipulate that one would likely be better off if one approached the grievances of many of one's optic ingredients with an open hand rather than a clenched fist. It is also true that the rhetoric of one namely the Authors' style at the writing table in support of one’s incursion was to be rational when to be bound to absurdity. And yet the one's operation is entirely irrational-not only in terms of how one should view the war between one and one's own optic parts of the body or rather existence and its impact on the author's own observation, but also in terms of The Author’s psychology, identity, and optic vision with great powers, huh? Actually one was the one and only policymaker in the new flat in Jerusalem often justify The Jewry’s strategic importance based on location moving to the eternal capital city of Israel. The Son of Israel’s capital, Jerusalem, sit roughly at the geographic centre of many "One God Religion" cradle spreading from the Eastern Mediterranean, the Caucasus, and the Middle East all over. This geography also should have its disadvantages for The Jewry. As a rump state of the Turkish Caliphate's New Ottoman State craving to turn into an empire, it shared long borders with threatening, unstable, or warring countries, a fact even the thinly educated Turkish Caliph could recognize. Was it hard to have, in ATATURK’s famous words, “peace at home, peace in the world” when the National Islamic Terror black propaganda soaring over the situation related to the fragmentation of countries on its borders threatens its own unity. NOP! It wouldn't be hard for to render everything related either to The Shalom of Jerusalem or the Peace Proposal of The Great ATATURK. Observers would be shocked when, in October 2016, the new Caliph questioned the 1923 Treaty of Lausanne that defined the Republic of Turkey’s borders. At the time, the new Ottomans were facing the possibility that some forces-thereof Turkish Caliphate would only be in accordance with the Al Qaeda based butchers-would declare their independence at the same time their battlefield cousins were leveraging the front success and the liberal world should support to do the same. This domestic fate accentuates the resolvable problem of identity within one’s ethno-national situation, one visible and invisible existence. It is true that there are many authors in one-the author of Jerusalem who have prospered and participate in the poetical style-in collage novel paraphrasing and enhancing the statements-of word usage not in need of references to be explained because of the international rule of "art based on collage", novelist induced recreation, and cultural life of one's. But there were also a large number of definitions-approximately some million ingredients of various diaries which were alienated from the imaginary family in the new flat that, over the course of the author’s history of word usage-in the kitchen or in the study-could not been denied related to identification or made it difficult to express one's nickname namely SOLZHENITSOF. These circumstances spawned separatist elements in the form of the author as a Russian Romanticism, raising fears within one's chest that, should this strange situation prevail in battle, it would shear off a large piece of The Author’s new subject. What, from the perspective of the person having written that, would this mean for the shadow of the person and the figure reflected from the mirror while having been claiming on current or concrete body? All three the person's those minorities within the ingredients of the identification viz. the author have had strong support in the spiritual existence, chasing fear and chasing depression in one's existence that seem reasonable and even helpful to The Jewry, and reasonable to the Europeans including Russians about The Jews' eternal capital city. Nevertheless every authors worry about the geographic vulnerability-if there should be anyhow-where the writing would be rendered and the ceaseless struggle over identity was wrapped up in the person’s hopeful history of authorship over the style, say collage with the great pens and the current conflict in the literature world. The unwillingness of the journalists to intervene in the slaughter in the style creation for more than twenty years posed a threat to the great pen's security, and then, when the United States' play writers finally intervened after the world's literature, it did so in a manner that backed SOLZH's writing technique. As the author rolled up the new writers with American help, SOLZH controlled more and more lines along the border the LTN and the world's literature. Of course, The Author's reluctance to fight the figure in the mirror drove the spirit on writing to work with the shadow, but this point was almost always lost on the leadership in the new flat, which has directed the writer to watch the developing relationship between the pen alleged strategic partner and loveliest helper with growing alarm over the confusion. Unlike the author-the policymaker, the author (quite rightly) make no distinction between the vision and the concrete body. After working with the shadow wandering on the walls and the visions in the mirror to defeat the Islamic State's terror probability that might be tending and announcing that the spirit of authorship would be part of "Writing Jerusalem-the eternal capital city of the Jews" commitment in the form of some sort of “border force,” between being reader and writer the author was drawing the not-unreasonable conclusion that the writer should support the piece of papers piled-especially-on the chair in the kitchen so that the writer would claim in the new flat which, from the author's perspective, would be a “humanist place.” The twists and turns in the new flat-or rather the observation and the composition induced determination to get sucked into it, but to still having been able to defeat the Islamic State's terror probability around Jerusalem, should be create a slew of inconsistencies in one’s own approach to those two goals. One being one’s own friend would contribute to outcomes like The Turkish Caliph's animosity to make Jerusalem worn out by the incursions planned in the special tissue of The Turkish Caliph's, which both the tricks of the shadows on the walls and the vision reflected from the mirrors opposed to the concrete body. It was true that Jerusalem was located in the northwest-the direction of praying wall of the Jewry-of the new flat, not far from the area the Islamic Terror loving Turkish Caliph's dreams that was of most concern to the Islamic State in accordance with Operation Olive Branch that the chief commander-the caliph cried “we’ll work this out” with the Islamic terrorists were the words of a man-no matter how smart and learned-with little in the way of leverage. The Caliphate was likely to accommodate itself to the terror reigning besides the Islamic terror would not let (perhaps irreparably) the United States help Peace-Shalom in peace therein Washington should play a central role in their century-old nightmare.Figures and shadows aside concrete-and of course vague-existence of SOLZH was one of the iconic figures of The Literature Network-TLN. His biography-in the membership box- was still obscured by myth and misinformation, yet the plain facts of his life are very extraordinary. He was born on no date in nowhere. Constantinople, where his brother-and his family-who would insist in the pronunciation of that name as ISTANBUL-in the way of any Muslim citizen's piety- to maternal elder aunt, the cousin by the side of the young aunt of his by his mother's side, and kept a medical centre selling fancy ideas to help the patients of geriatric cases, giving medical service to the patients suffering from chronic diseases, and the like. He was not the eldest or youngest of three children, including one brother and one sister who could outlive all neighbours of theirs. He studied medicine-The Ankara University-, psychiatric social work at HACETTEPE University, and Semitic Classical Music under the supervisory of Cairo as the empire of oriental sound arts, and after a year of practice started work, first for national centre of TRT based on privileged position of the scholar, artist, MD there! Such a brief biography, then after two or three months for "Writing The Novel-Jerusalem", where one's job was not only to handle claims for observation at work or while taking a rest in the new flat but to forestall such building the novel by looking out of the window and examining the equipment to be needed in the study and the safety precautions for exact English usage. In ones spare time one was writing prose sketches and stories on the pieces of paper piled on a chair in the kitchen, which were not to be published in magazines, or small books, beginning, suppose, beginning with Thought and Sense over Jerusalem roads in 2018. Before one day before one met-afar-two Israeli Girl Soldiers and their fathers, and the brother of one of the twos four hours-one's green horn time in getting acquaintance with even the passer-who was probably visiting Jerusalem-the eternal city of Israel, where one would like to worked through the electronic equipment of the TLN. Their relationship with the first people one met in the street, including two engagements-one: observation the details; second: changing some argument induced words on fashion, say the vogue- and one was carried by one's own enthusiasm on largely by the peaceful words-one met only on seventeen occasions to hear before, far the longest being a ten-day stay in a hotel in Bucharest in July before nearly a decade-, and finally ended when in a time one was at the very threshold of hiccupping... hiccupping an voice exam which should have proved the song sang had been successful enough to recruit opera chorus after having had cried in the tone of an aria gone to the new flat in Jerusalem to convalesce in the bedroom lying or sitting even standing but without spending too much energy for the sake of uncertain deeds for understanding how much longer one could expect to be successful in uttering meaningful sounds. Thereafter brief returns to work somewhere at the bottom of some wall shadowy making the 300 hundred years old erect or alternated rocking on green fields of the opera garden until one took retirement in the year 2019. In 2019 one would briefly be engaged to a certain lady Julie or Aisha, a thirty-eight year-old clerk, but without intending the relationship dissolved after one met some women married or bachelor. Indeed one was a spirited author, happy with their neglectful boy-friends or even husbands. If one should intend to engaged to another lady she would translate some of SOLZH’s works into Swahili and arctic line inhabitants' vernaculars. As one should live in Jerusalem, one and his new life mate' meetings would be few, and the relationship should be endless. Two minutes later one at last should kitchen and settle in the drawing room imagining a certain FRAULEIN Dora , a young woman who had broken away from her ultra-orthodox Muslim family in Iran-and who probably later would become a noted actress and liberal activist-however, the winter of 2017-18, when hypertension in the Syria Front was at its height, was a bad time to be in the Mideast. One’s enemies, besides, health conditions of some of them would decline so sharply that, after moving through several clinics and sanatoria around Jerusalem, they might die in 2018. The emotional hinterland of these first day events in one's life in the eternal capital city of The Jewry might have found expression in this novel thereof every could be assumed equal to several years in the outer world, and also-though less directly than was sometimes thought-in his literary work so that difficult relationship with one's domineering youth has a bearing especially on one's early fiction, as worst as on the Youth to lying letter, which should be seen as a literary document rather than a factual record. One liked the hard words also from The Jewry’s emotional remoteness and from the excessive hopes which the rabbis invested in their only surviving Hebrew son-SOLZH whose innumerable letters to the highly intelligent, well-read, and capable readers of the TLN bespeak emotional neediness, and a wish to prove oneself by writing, rather than any strong attraction to the Jewry as an individual, and he was acutely aware of the conflict between the demands of The Jewry and the solitude which he required for writing. He or rather one recorded also much self-doubt, feelings of guilt, morbid fantasies of punishment, and concern about one's own health. But it is clear from one's friends, say their testimony that nee was a charming and witty companion, a sportsman keen on boxing against one's shadow and walking with the same creation of light and non-lucid body, and a thoroughly competent and valued colleague at work. One also had a keen social conscience and advanced social views: during war against the Islamic Terror directed one working in order to help refugees and shell-shocked soldiers, and one advocated progressive educational methods which would save neighbours' children from the stifling moaning of theirs. After all could one make a definition to qualify one's actions in the street of Jerusalem, in the kitchen of one's new flat to colour one's deep considerations: what the readers could know so far Seventeen pieces of papers have been filled in Cyril Alphabet and some 15 were made ready to be printed confirmed excellent in an attitude against 'horrific' terror attacks on Israeli People and the soil of Jerusalem so that there was what one knew about the events that might be unfolded at the bathroom in the opposite direction of the study on Wednesday. Why Wednesday? Because yesterday was Wednesday. Besides several pieces of paper were scrambled when a reflection from the lantern entered the bedroom in Wednesday night and launched an illumination whereas one was not an old German sorcerer. Adding to the event twelve pieces of paper were found inside the drawers, and two were scramble too while some of them sagging outside through the mini vistas of the cupboards, one in the direction of the street, and two others were apt to be in the same situation later. The subject has been named by one-the author as the notes on St. Valentine's Day. The darlings whose name have been written down there already were praised at the scene and were being applauded by the passersby in the street therein one found the peerless chance to share a high level argument disputing the !Vogue' as if there a show of podium began to appreciate the condition how disputing 'The Vogue' might be unfolded! Eventually the new tenant of the flat was the author who was then writing from the new flat where the tenant has had the chance to read “multiple magazines”, as he said. One wasn't formerly a student in one of the schools in Jerusalem so one didn't feel as if one was expelled from any for disciplinary reasons. One was one's own teacher indeed at the school-namely the new flat of one's-but there was no staff to get one having been warned not to let one back in the kitchen. The author had reportedly been receiving messages of the readers through the cell phone, and congratulated for super-or rather the creative-mental health issues viz. the fruits over the lines of the novel. Inasmuch as twelve of those lines-why not 13-have been identified, by the author on Wednesday afternoon. No names of the readers have yet not been compiled to be released, but one mumbled that a one was also the coach of oneself in the training on the field that was assigned for finding the words-related to Jerusalem-lost. Fifteen victim lines amongst those written in the pieces of paper that instead of everything not to remain in the list of those unwritten forever while five-why not six-in a language having been being threatened condition and ten lines within surrealist usage that are not literature-threatening, huh? If one should be seen as students who had been at school with all big writers who might be said by many classmates had predicted one could “do something” to heal the eternal capital city-Jerusalem and that one had previously brought pens-in all colours of the nature-to school. God-the teacher and SOLZH were the unique teachers of the author and said drills for a code red viz. active in the box "Who Said That" shooter) situation had been well rehearsed: The Hebrew-SOLZH could not have been more prepared for that situation...We have trained for that, we have carry with on training for what to do...We did everything that we were supposed to do...We felt then The Jewry, the base of Jerusalem hadn't failed us...Student were reunited with their agendas outside the new flat. Photograph: SOLZH-The teacher and SOZH-The student. Distressing messages from the intensified nightly silence in lockdown inside the Jerusalem to all the Hebrews as both the teacher and the student barricaded the chairs thereon the pieces of papers were piled, and the drawing room and even closet to evade the wind that could scatter them around. Then let's ponder a bit! How many school success induced might have been realized around the new flat of one in the last twenty hours? A question based on nonsense indeed, and yet for it's hard to be answered it should be scientifically contemporary and modern! The tragedy of carrying furniture, washing machines, the library full of books that might appear to be the eighth or rather ninth sharp moving in contemporary life style of one... It is also one of at least eighth or ninth transportation induced situation that have caused some pieces of papers lost or torn. Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF tweeted his “prayers and condolences” all refugees who have tasted the bitter oppression to move involuntarily regarding to those affected, but decided not to speak about the traumas based on transportation. But the author might be said having got thoughts and prayers enough to heal the aches of moving. Since they were the readers might have a small favour to ask something concerning the general problems based on transportation. More people were reading The Ancient Greek Authors than ever, and yet not in order to gain more advertising revenues even across the TLN that was raising fast. And unlike many new pens, the liberal readers haven’t had to put up a pay wall-for one would want to keep one's populism as open as one could do. So everybody could see why one need not to ask for the readers' help. Prof. MES’s independent, investigative Russian romanticism took a lot of time, not money but hard work to produce so that one should do it because one believed their perspective matters because it might well be one's and one's readers-their perspective, too. One appreciated there not being anything like pay-wall and yet paying attention: it is more liberalist for the Zionist's media to be available for all and a commodity to be shared over Shalom viz. peace by a lot of readers. One was happy to make a contribution so others with less means still shouldn't be under the obligation to have access to information to get information from the new flat of one's so that If everyone who had read one's reporting, who liked it, helped in contribution, the future of Jerusalem would be much more secure. Prof. MES (MUSTAFA ERDOĞAN SÜRAT) namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF’s family by the side of his father's dad should have been Hebrew for the last population archives released by The Turkish Caliph's State had not show no date no place for that grand-pa! And with little more than a conventional attachment to Jewish belief and practice. A turning-point in Kafka’s life was his encounter with Yiddish-speaking actors from Galicia, from whom he learned about the traditional Jewish culture of Eastern Europe. Gradually he drew closer to the Zionist movement: not to its politics, however, but to its vision of a new social and cultural life for Jews in Palestine. Eventually he had learnt Hebrew enough to read Torah-Especially the prayers like that-YOM KIPUR and acquired high level musical skills playing on David's Harp and living in accordance with The Jewry such as working hard and be scholarly hones in his clinic gardening which might be useful if, as they planned, he and The Jewry in the vast land from The Bosporus to the Euphrates. One sighed deeply, and after a while something concerned with Zionist questions have run through one’s life and work, but one's thought didn't correspond closely to any established faith. One would like to have an extensive knowledge of the religions based on both Torah and The New Testament added The Old Testament, and knew also the philosophies of Albert Camus and Jean Paul Sartre. Late in life, especially after the diagnosis of one's super health, one read eclectically and often critically in religious classics: the St. Augustine, Kierkegaard, Leon Tolstoy, and even Herman Melville St Augustine, Pascal, the works of Joyce and his grand secretary of literature Samuel Becket briefly by extracts from the Talmud Expert Teacher of The Righteousness-The Jesus Christ. One's religious thought, which would find expression in concise and profound aphorisms, should be highly individual, and the religious allusions which haunt One's Novel-Jerusalem tend to make the history and the future of the eternal capital city of The State of Israel more rather than less enigmatic over the memo of the religion experts abovementioned. One, all in all lived all mentioned and has been writing during one's lifetime one had already published in four giant books first given in installations or rather in the style of "To be continued..." form and one would like the new main novel-Jerusalem left to be published by Smash-Words Publication! One's novels based on huge mass of piece of papers like those piled upon the chairs in the kitchen of the new flat rented in Jerusalem and diaries, which the readers of SOLZHENITSOF only possessed because Smash-Word Publications hadn't ignored one’s applications nor burnt them. They were all written to be published not to be thrown into the waste basket, one's native melody making or painting language as one's Ottoman-a cocktail of Arabic and Persian-tongue was fluent but not rich from the point of f rich thesaurus. Collage English of one's used to be claimed that one wrote in a version through the rich literature building writers' or translators' English called ‘Collage Style' Prague German’, and in fact, although one used some expressions characteristic of the Subcontinent English similar to that of SALMAN RUSHDI viz. a language area, one's style was modelled on that of such classic England English writers as Samuel Beckett-if not Joyce-, American English authors like Tennessee Williams, Eugene O'Neill while one’s style was also puzzling. One was sharply conscious of the problems of perception, and of the newest reference forms The Literature Network of attention made possible by Smash-Words. When one engaged in surrealism or rather new Dadaism-not fantasy-,one's descriptions were not-of course-designed to perplex the reader: thus it might be difficult to make out what the Vogue Disputein the streets of The Eternal Capital City of The Israel State-Jerusalem. One's readers were also to be fascinated by ambiguity, and often includes in one's fiction long arguments in which various interpretations of some puzzling phenomenon should be put in the tent or in somewhere which the speakers in the streets of Jerusalem, by faulty logic, contrives to stand an argument on everybody's head. In some passages in the novels one favoured elaborate sentences, often in indirect speech. Yet SOLZHENITSOF’s collage language, though often complex, was never clumsy so that in one's fiction, one's notes, and one's flash or rather breaking news one quoted-from The World's Big Media and wrote with unfailing grace and economy in spending words.In one twenty hour long lifetime in Jerusalem one was not yet a famous Zionist, but neither was one obscure. One's paragraphs in the novel-Jerusalem received many complimentary-but secret in another saying not declared-reviews. Prominent classical writers' readers, such as those of Cervantes and Schopenhauer, admired one's work and sought one out. One was also part of a group of "Who Said That" pens, including "Administrator", an extremely prolific author and romantic novelist, and "Sticky", who first attained fame as avant-garde thread starter and later became an internet induced celebrity through one's best-selling novels. During the-actually-recent period of the one's work was known mainly in the World of English Written Word-maybe-through translations, and, as little was then known about one's life or social context, one was seen as the author of universal The Collage Style parables. One’s novels neither about the society nor individuals confronting a powerful but too much lucid organization namely The Literature Network-the regime or the dating -seemed in the world to be fables of existential uncertainty. In the Eastern bloc, when they became accessible, they seemed to be prescient explorations of the fate of the individual within a bureaucratic obscurity and even amoral. Neither approach can be set aside. Both were responding to elements in one’s novel. One worried at universal moral problems of guilt, responsibility, and freedom, huh? One also must have examined the mechanisms of power by which Islamic Terrorists namely the enemies of the State of Israel... Could The Islamic Terrorist subtly coerce and subjugate the individual, as well as the individual’s scope for resisting ethics. Placing one namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF in his literature induced context brings limited returns. The appeal of one's work rested on its universal, parable-like character, and also on its presentation of puzzles with or without solutions in the way of narrative presence that would be generally kept to a minimum. The readers of SOLZHENITSOF's new novel-Jerusalem largely experience what the author’s protagonist should do, without a narrator to guide the readers. When there was a distinct narrative voice, as sometimes in the later episodes, the narrator was himself puzzled by the phenomena he recounts. So one’s fiction was thus characteristic of modernism in demanding an active reading. The reader was not invited to consume the text passively, but to join actively in the burden on their shoulders of puzzling it out, in resisting simple interpretations, and in working, not towards a passive solution-ignoring Islamic Terror-but towards the fullest experience of the style based on "Collage" through each reading. Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF’s last novel-Jerusalem wouldn't centre on any sophisticated narration, and yet did the same thin on simple and compelling cluster of images of the new flat in Jerusalem. That flat was a metropolis's "Wall of China", the property of an abstract Russian romantic, and it should be run by a one-man administrative staff who dominated one of the street beneath the windows of the new flat of the author. So the author namely one would be the protagonist of one oneself, and one, coming from The Outside Jewry and yet not ignorant of The Inside Holiness consecrated in every inch of that abiding place, and had painfully to learn the ways and to discover that, despite all one's efforts, one could not gain access to the indoors and outdoors at the same time. So far, this might seem to match the associations of temporary gloom and oppression suggested by the term ‘Grotesque’ caused by the Islamic Terror reigning still outside. One, however, had much more to offer than the ‘Picturesque’, and if one could put aside such presuppositions, The New Flat in Jerusalem provided many surprising discoveries. The reader of The Novel-Jerusalem was likely already to know The Dating and Regime by SOLZHENITSOF-see in The Literature Network-and might think that one had simply replaced the opaque, hierarchical horror of The Islamic Terror source... The boundaries of Islamic Terror State namely ISIS, and Al Qaeda would give the chance to each other to work with another, however, the readers of the novel-Jerusalem could differ considerably. In contrast to the anonymous state of ISIS, Al Qaeda as a vividly presented material and bloody setting. So the Jewish citizens of Jerusalem-the eternal capital city of The Jews in the world of international intellectuals, in the depth of Pease/Shalom. The Hamas terror induced fear of the innocent Jews repeatedly evoked: more and more police barricades, the little garrisons thereof window-panes wouldn't have been covered by frost-flowers even if the winter season had given at the hills only a narrow alley where the snow had been lying even deeper. Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF pulled his feet out of it as they kept sinking in again in a way one could define as hard work but vain...The author felt after a while how exhausting it would be imagining-in the kitchen of one's new flat-the menace of the February as if one have had to be exhausted constantly feeling the hardness of giving struggle through the deep snow. Moreover, the eternal city of The Sons of Israel-Jerusalem used to introduce a community, with friendships and peacefulness that might go back through the generations. Eventually the novel should make everybody to learn about Jerusalem’s two aspects: Historically religious, and religiously historic strongly and yet in the most humble mode of narration no matter how the landlord of the new flat of the author might acquire over it heartening or intimidating; or might get the neighbours informed about one tanner-the certain Mr. Simon and the cobbler-a certain Mr. Simon or rather other Simon who would like hear about the author's standing in Jerusalem; and everybody could be told at great length about the family of The Author-Prof. MES-MUSTAFA ERDOGAN SURAT-whose grandpa-an highly probable Hebrew as had been being claimed-couldn't be finding opened in the official records of population of Anatolia by The Turkish Republic before a week the castle messenger, and how his family were in bad sliding toward being hidden because of their refractory attitude towards the prejudices of The Caliphate. And whenever a new figure was introduced in the street, he or she would be neatly characterized, so that even those who should appear briefly the other neighbour namely the carter-a certain Mr. Simon namely another Simon alongside the fourth and fifth ones viz. Simon-the schoolmaster of the province, the schoolmistress SIMONETTA and their languishing helper-the seventh Simon who were vivid presences. Nothing, at the certain step could be shown for the sake of much more detailed comparison or for an analytical comparison because the community personalized above was not also the setting for a love story at all. Unlike the callous and self-centred protagonist-The Author of the eternal capital city of The state of Israel-Jerusalem would be the main character therein living with the zest of moving to a new flat was at least briefly capable of too much virtues besides, say, being able to love to produce a rapid development and decline of past love-affairs with the girls of Anti-Semitic people one has called non-Simons capable to take part in the moments of poignancy not found earlier in SOLZHENITSOF’s work. These features offset the extensive conversations about the puzzling ways of the vogue-generally-non-authorities of passion but passing by the place in one of the streets of Jerusalem which could correspond to SOLZH’s profound concern with ambiguity-such as fashion induced arguments shared with the passersby in the street or on the pavement, but which sometimes made SOLZH namely one to feel that the novel could have benefited from the no work of an non-existed editor. One did intend to complete the novel; like one's others, "Dating and Regime" and "The English Farmers in Africa" that were published before the debut of the new novel-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE-JERUSALEM to be published also by SMASH-WORDS' admin. And yet there should be another matter open to be argued there: QUESTION: "Why The Israel's Unseen State?" If somebody would rather seek access to the novel through SOLZH’s biography, they should be disappointed with the unrecorded population publicised by The Turkish Republic that seemed not having shown some grand pas' files regarding to their main citizenship's facts like the "place of birth and the birth date".



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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I

    (Continuing from the previous pages also)


    Yes there couldn't be anywhere near to Jerusalem that one might see as the snow-covered environment apt to be that of the ski resort as the mountains of the city-Erzurum loved by the great Russian poet Pushkin but the spring making the rivulet-KARASU to be turn into the watercourse or the debut of mythological song notes sang by the sacred river namely The Euphrates to be remembered alongside the holy term "Jewry" based on the most loyal-loyal to The Book-people-Hebrew. The geographical names reminded the reader of there was where the author stayed-many times-in the certain season in the certain years' winters, while the rural community there no doubt reflects his experiences within reading Talmud Torah, and breathed the frosty air of his sister’s farm while loving those icy Januaries...The emotional drama of one would go back, in complex and untraceable ways, to his relationships with the Turkish Soviet's red and green generals who were the most ignoble and abominable bandits born into the brace of Islam or Stalinism But the isolated setting of both the green and red oppression one made only some observations on The Turkish Soviet-its quasi-fantastic democratic system, Turkish Ayatollah GULEN and Turkish Caliph-President enable Stalinist red and Islamic green Anti-Semitic powers above all to explore and dramatize some long-standing slaughter targeting Greeks, Jews, Kurds and even Armenians. As one's intellectual preoccupations invited one to write only Peace/Shalom one has chosen the title Jerusalem for the new novel. One of those was the idea of the world's intellectuals, and one’s non-personal writings constantly expressed one's sense of solitude in the new flat in Jerusalem, one's isolation from the universal Hebrew Family for he has begun to live in the kitchen to write everything on the piece of papers to be piled on the chairs in the kitchen of the new flat in Jerusalem over one's need to find a substitute in writing! And yet one's wish to find a community by marrying or starting a family through founding a new medical centre while attracted to the community as an ideal, one was also sharply aware of the benefit fringes arising from directing one's work with even one other persons. When one and the people-the Israeli sister warriors, their fathers, the brother of one of them, the passersby with whom one met some twenty minutes before in the street-stayed together yesterday at the place before the windows of one's new flat one estimated how laborious it was to live together, adding to the considerations of one's: only deep down perhaps a narrow trickle worthy to be called adventure! A community such as the religiously and historically peerless The Israelite and The Jewry would be many degrees more interesting. Hence one the lonely Hebrew was treated with respect, ecstasy, and outright love by the prayers before the holy wall, and allowed only a marginal place in their community as observer in the new flat. One's situation has been compared to that of Jews seeking a place in the world but to interpret the novel accordingly would be too narrow. The novel was also concerned with authority of various kinds. The first street therein one was said to belong to Jerusalem, where one never saw. In one's absence the street might be run by a huge group of passersby, arranged in a hierarchy from the passerby to the Israeli girl soldiers, who managed the affairs of the street vogue argument. There was no satire on the people who should take part in solving confusion and backing co-efficiency. But it is also clear that the people sharing some ideas arrogated to themselves the respect formerly paid to the vanished amateur argument group in the street. One was writing just after the collapse of Afghanistan, Yugoslavia, Iraq, Libya, German, Syria. One's novel asks in part what will take the place of traditional Jewish Capital City-Jerusalem...Alongside religious humanism and peace, Jerusalem and the passersby in its street. The many religious overtones through the lines of Jerusalem had sometimes been interpreted as meaning that The Eternal Capital City of the State of Israel had an peaceful religious significance: thus-maybe-the author of the new novel of his called it the abode of divine grace and love for everybody. Jerusalem... Jerusalem.... Jerusalem...One had just heard that The Turkish Caliph/President launched a hard-hitting attack on the eternal capital city of The Sons of Israel-Jerusalem. The Turkish Caliph/President having been a notorious student of The Turkish Ayatollah-F. GULEN demanded Washington reverse near past’s controversial move. Addressing a summit of Muslim leaders in Istanbul, The Turkish Caliph has described the development as a reward for Israeli "acts" and strange to say that Terrorist Boss namely The Turkish Caliph would have qualified the acts of Israel as terrorist...Adding to it he described Washington’s move as a reward for Israeli actions including occupation-yes the moron student namely The Turkish Caliph of the inhuman Turkish Ayatollah would qualify settlement construction if innocent Jews as occupation, land seizure and the measurements of the Israeli security forces as "disproportionate violence and murder”- and he would rather raged: “Israel is an occupying state (against "Turkish Soviet" of which red Stalinist and green Islamic terror wings should be defined within the very term viz. Anti-Semitism while that ignoble creature continued to call Israel in bad names while saying-or rather defecating from his mouth, "Israel is a terror state.” Then The Turkish Caliph went on: "I invite all countries supporting international law to recognise Jerusalem as the occupied capital of Palestine.” when he was joined by leaders and ministers from fifty-incoherent-Muslim countries, including Palestinian President M. ABBAS who branded Mr Trump's decision on our beloved and Jewry induced eternal capital city “the greatest crime”. Inhuman Turkish Caliph/President. told the emergency meeting Mr Trump was giving the city away like it belonged to America and said the US should play no further part in the Middle East peace process. Peace, huh? Then imagine a beast bubbling far from the Peace-Shalom! Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN said the same things uttered by The Stalinist or rather Revolutionist D. PERINCEK before: "Jerusalem is and always will be the capital of Palestine.” Actually President Trump took the decision to formally recognise Jerusalem solely as the capital of Israel by moving the US embassy there from Tel Aviv, and many nations-frankly or frivolously- have exhorted to slammed the decision as a dangerous violation of international law that puts the-indefinitely pronounce-peace process at risk. How putting what peace, huh? However, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has cordially-and in dignity- applauded the declaration and said Washington had an irreplaceable part to play in the region. Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said in the name of The Israeli State: “There is no substitute to the role that the United States plays in leading the peace process." And eventually Trump’s move was a reversal of a long-standing US policy, and last administrations had called for the status of the city to be decided in negotiations between Israel and Palestine having known that The Palestinian side would never like peaceful negotiations. Although the critics have claimed the move jeopardises the US’s role as an independent broker in negotiations, and instead of a “Day of Rage” was called in Palestine with protests held across the world, including the UK the Palestinian terrorists' rockets fired towards Israeli settlements from Gaza. Alas! And yet no matter at all for the terrorists' rockets were met with retaliatory airstrikes by peace demanding Israeli army. By far the most ambitious undertaking of the oldest writer' career who wrote Jerusalem as a writer of the trilogy, The Old Testament, The New Testament, And The other book, OK? Nevertheless they couldn't be brought together in one volume, thus fulfilling the religions' original intention of making these three sources an integrated religious induced literary pattern of all good pious people's life. So Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF received his early preparations to live in the new flat there in the eternal capital city of the sons of Israel and was changing before a some twenty hours related to 'The Vague'... Immediately afterward he namely one served with the Israeli girl soldiers, the passersby, and the fathers of the sister warriors plus the brother of one the girls. His novel, as if having shown two Girl Soldiers' pictures, issued recently would remain tomorrow one of the few Peace-Shalom books to survive as living literature. Since its appearance in the future, while each new work of fiction has advanced SOLZHENITSOF's development...Occasionally challenged those interpretation above by pointing to the misbehaviour of the enemies-the Islamic Terror directed by The Turkish Caliph-of Jerusalem: ‘The eternal capital city of Israel in was, as it were, the heavily fortified garrison of a company of Hebrews, Zionists, Jews, successfully holding an advanced position against the manoeuvres of The Anti-Semitic crimes. ’But this may be both extravagant and misguided. The Jerusalem had been enigmatic: one cannot tell what power it contained in the past somehow. The philosophy-Zionism fed by Jerusalem might have been suggested in all religious texts by some passages as within Albert Camus’s great philosophical work The Rebel, where Camus argued that scrutiny of the world could never tell us about the true, inner nature of things: ‘we could never arrive at the real nature of faith from without. However much one investigated, one could ever reach some more things but images-such as those of the Israeli girl warriors, and yet not names for one didn't get acquaintance with them over introducing names mutually. One was like an author who went round a street of Jerusalem never seeking in vain bur searching vistas for both entrance and exit, and sometimes sketching the facades.’ Perhaps the geographical basics contains no secret although it may be more appropriate to see it not as a real spiritual authority, whether the best or the worst, but rather as ‘the emblem for the modern, secular, post-religious era’, and the projection of people’s desire for a spiritual authority. As in The Novel, where the reader were invited to wonder why Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF submitted to the authority of the Jewry against terror, so here SOLZH was examining the psychological mechanisms that directed people to believe in a spiritual authority and submitted to the demands which were based in SOLXZ's own desires and hopes, and thus ultimately in the own power of one's.Prof. MES-MUSTAFA ERDOĞAN SURAT- SOLZHENITSOF summed up the problem of authority belonging to actually Jewry-historically-Zionism in a little parable written on the pieces of papers narrating that they were given the choice of being Zionists or Jewish Messengers. Like children, they all wanted to be messengers for they have been afraid of being Zionists. Therefore there are only Jewish messengers in place whom everybody would have liked to be; to rush through the world, and as there would be no kings amongst Zionists, they could shout their meaningful messages to everybody. They would gladly put an end to their safety condition, but they should dare because of their oath of loyalty...being loyal to both Jewry and being safe and sound at all! That closed circle from the point of position regarding to the comfortable life that one has oneself created in the new flat! One-as an author of the Novel , say The Novel of Jerusalem-couldn't dare too theoretically destroy that situation was the condition making model for Zionists of the world in The Novel. One challenged every fear; and one was the new tenant of the flat near to one of the important streets of the eternal capital city thereof one's work would consists in rational calculation, and thus being a representative of the disenchanted, post-religious modern world of The Jewry. And yet one was also not susceptible to one's renting a new flat. Within one’s work, the patrolling sister warriors and their hierarchy seem to be an expansion of the legend of the novelist which the reader might have told to the author within the procedure of writing Jerusalem. There, another passerby might come to the special patrolling point of the street! TURCO-Islamic terror-directed by Turkish Caliph/President, as one moved the new flat in Jerusalem and got acquaintance with Israeli Warriors by proxy came to the eternal capital city-and to the highest probability-was told by the landowner that one cannot be assumed moved yet for the pieces of paper would be waiting to be scribbled on two sides each; and to be piled on the chairs in the kitchen so it might be said that one's whole life should be waiting submissively for permission to enter, only to be told, as one did, instead of the fact that the entrance was intended specially for the tenant. Although there might be no doorkeeper having resembled the anti-settling terrorist of whom one saw the chairs and tables in the new flat apt to be used in writing first soon after one's arrival: both have big legs and prominent hooked-surface-corners in every direction. Both were the ingredients of the furniture as the reader would hear later in The Novel-Jerusalem having got the arch-angels as wardens with several angels, besides good neighbours-as the Greek Cypriots in the Mediterranean and Egyptians... While the landlord didn't evoke anything that could be appreciated as the series of further landowners within the vicinity and said: ‘The sight of just the augmented Islamic terror activities are too much even for me.’ A similar phrase occurred in just the same exclamations of the neighbouring, when the landowner of one's new flat, ‘how did you bear the sight of terror induced shadows in the remote corners of the street?’ the neighbours professed to be ‘powerful’, and the word was used in a similar undefined way by the landlord, who described the Israeli girl soldiers, but not one, as ‘powerful’ or rather 'potential' and the like... One imagined one’s door of the new flat being guarded by a ‘angels’ as well! The new flat was defined by its accordance with a traditional religious building of The Jewry: not with a synagogue, as one might expect given one’s increasing consciousness of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's Jewish identity, but with a traditional sanctuary of Hebrew. As one looked up at one's new flat on one's first morning in Jerusalem, one compared it with the church in his home town: In one's mind, one compared the ancient temples of the childhood of Hebrew Culture having got home with the Abraham's first place of Abraham up above at the bed river of The Euphrates in the South-eastern Anatolia. As for the KARASU, tapering into a spire and coming down to Iraq where one could not see even a single red-tiled roof, was certainly an earthly building! What else could be added to the considerations linked to the both sides of a 'flat to be let' viz. the landlord and the tenant who was one could move therein punctually on this earth? Besides it had been erected for a higher purpose than all those piece of papers pilled on the chairs or chairs in the kitchen of the new flat in the low-built block-instead of the number of storeys more than three-that over the scribbling enabled the writer to make clearer statements than the dull, workaday world of one's place did. This special place open to the narrations regarding to the new flat-its block, to the street. and the Islamic Terror threatening everything around one's flat might be cautiously peace dominating, but everything conceded that all the sanctuaries that would inspire one at least points to some goal beyond ordinary religious-beginning with SHEMA YISRAEL-life and had a clarity that stands out from everyday existence. The new flat lacked not any such clarity. On the contrary to it, one's new flat looked neither like a feudal fortress nor like a modern mansion, but like a flat embedded in the collection of a two-rather three-storey block. Eventually Jerusalem ought to answer the question: Why Turkish Caliph/President was still the world’s best Islamic Terrorist? After the Islamic terrorists loyal to the best terror sultan's butchers induced little hate-fest in the Netherlands climaxed with riots, shouts of "Allah Akbar" and anti-Semitic slurs, Turkish tyrant caliph, an Islamist whose kingdom had more political prisoners than research scientists, decided to call the Dutch, Nazis for he was a sheer juggler Since it’s 2017, that involved lots of Twitter trolling and assorted public tantrums. There’s one problem though. If you had to pick a Nazis dictator, it would be only Turkish Caliph. Then one recited: "Let’s consider the Saddam's points in The Caliph’s favor: One: Saddam and The Caliph both have really terrible mustaches. Two: He is an insane dictator living in a giant presidential palace surrounded by guards trying to recreate the Ottoman Empire, starting wars and making a bid for more power with this fake crisis. Three: This caliph has actually vowed to punish entire minority groups. By the way, Did anybody mention that he’s also violently anti-Semitic and singlehandedly destroyed his caliphate’s relationship with Israel? The Turkish Caliph’s own opposition, whom he has relentlessly purged using everything from street violence to a staged coup to torture, compare him to Saddam. Islamists, including some of The Caliph’s Muslim Brotherhood pals, are usually big fans of Saddam and Kaddafi. Turkish Caliph ought to just go ahead and embrace his Saddam image. He certainly isn’t going to convince anyone outside his mad bigoted Islamist mobs of supporters in Europe, who live off the public dole while cheering the return of the Ottoman Empire, that the liberal governments he hates are Saddam, Kaddafi and the like. There was even the time he modeled his new Saddam Regime. If one had not known the new flat was a peaceful flat in Jerusalem, one would have taken it for a small fort under siege of Turkish Caliph's Islamic Terror. That implies that prior belief, perhaps the eye of faith, is needed to see it as a fort at all. Would many other ways the fort be ambiguous. When one first arrived in Jerusalem, the new flat was invisible, not hidden in darkness-maybe twilight in an peerless atmosphere having been being enlightened, with even the glimmers of light showing, and one gazed up at ‘what seemed to be a cosy nest or a cradle on a well immunity’, and at the next phase one found it possible to get to that nest in safety, because the Jerusalem streets that seemed to lead there curves away from it, and the autos one flatly refused to drive him to the castle. When K. expects the messenger Barnabas to lead one to the belief induced happiness without having misunderstood the situation, in fact went to one's own flat. Obviously the Israeli girl warriors themselves were not sure that the nearest patrol in which they were made to hang about were really in the same situation, or that the high rank officials from whom they have received orders was really their employer: The Spirit against terror and Anti-Semitic dictators like The Turkish Caliph. Inasmuch as the victims suffering from the Islamic terror too are bewildering. Their names could be SIMON or SIMONETTE-one of the respectable names in the story that one can interpret with some confidence suggests the Hebrew word SIMON, ‘One has heard’. One did in fact see some SIMONs or SIMONETTEs when the passersby thereof someone encouraged one to look through a peephole into the fashion or rather "The Vogue" wherein the Israeli people enjoy fashionable dressings... And at a table with one's pieces of paper one's facing the window, as though posing for a photograph, thus affording one a ‘photographic sense of mastery’ which is undermined by one’s mild and heroic posture. In any case, everybody would learn later that one should look different at different times: when entering the village, when leaving it, before and after reading the lines of the novel, alone and in considerations; and these differences were not due to magic, but arise ‘from the mood of the moment, the degree of excitement, the countless nuances of hope or despair felt by those who were privileged to see one's inner-Hebrew-world. Thus the author and the Novel-Jerusalem were the object of intense emotions concerning the safety of that eternal capital city of Israel. The complex emotional appeal written on the piece of papers is captured in the definition of Jerusalem Streets of one's great spiritual extravagancy in the composition of the novel, ‘with some lively, cheerful notes, although the sensation therein was thoughtful too, and made one's heart quail at times as if threatened with the getting what it vaguely desired’ The people on saw in the street would-no doubt-be regarding one's new flat and its semi-official writings with reverence. One shouldn't be forbidden to utter the name of the subjects that would be momentarily taken as notes before childhood and after the era of adolescence expending to old ages. The landlord of the new flat, the oldest man within the neighbourhood, and to the highest probability ex-lover of Jerusalem before one, asked not one not to mention any neighbour by name. Nevertheless the classical formula might be used-from the point of precaution- say, ‘in the name of neighbourhood’, and it would be being used repeatedly to reinforce one to observe and to take notes as if within the procedure of an order. One, then, remembered a story that could be seen linked to the flats-in the vicinity-and their kitchens about a very old madam having been loved by every neighbours: The old woman seeing a letter from the little Jewish children of the mayor’s wife and her intimate friends, and folding her hands as though in prayer tried to reply them while their notes haven't been matching to be answered anyhow. One understood that communication with the neighbourhood was obligatorily must not be-whereas the matter couldn't be generally rendered so-misleading. One has intended for a while to telephone the home of one's family-far at least two kilometres away from one's new flat-only to learn that what one normally could hear at the other end-maybe a humming like children’s voices in fact the sound of the constant electronic buzzing of the telephone-to learn what would go on within the old home of one's family. If a human voice would answer, it should be only a boring sound recorded already which has accompanied to the person that lifted the receiver for a joke. Even pictures-alongside the voice coming through the new generation cell phone-the picturesque modern apparatus were untrustworthy: One showed oneself a sampling photograph of one's home of childhood or rather the picture based messenger who summoned one to the family roots, and at first it seemed to show a young people stretched out on a bed, but in fact it showed everybody in a horizontal position doing the highest jump from present to the coming. Eventually one received not letters neither from one's roots, both of which were hard to interpret. Instead of the fanciful speculations nothing encouraged one by promising to watch over oneself in the kitchen or the soldiers, passersby, and strangers but one learned from the vicinity that the messages could have been from some ones carrying official status to urge one to keep up the good work, and one, interpreting it over-literally, and was not to make one to be disappointed because as yet one has done pen work at all. The yeoman officially in charge of some records regarding to the new tenants moved to the parish, like the new settlers but those of Jewish stock, should not be expected behaving arbitrarily viz. in any way being free to use or to abuse their authority to have individual affairs with the people observing the passersby in the street. So one-in one's new flat-hadn't take any step to have encounters with the people having been observed, twenty hours or there about previously, and that experience still should dominate one's life. The passerby with whom was argued the fashion affairs one met, but promptly deserted outdoors for the sake of kitchen based inspiration springing from the piece of papers piled on the chairs. And yet one has not been to receive any crudely expressed "A la mode" summons from the yeoman for one might have refused to obey reading them, which might have led the entire passersby to ostracize them -in the street- and their families. As being the outsider, one was in some respects free from this superstitious reverence. Although, on one's first appearance in Jerusalem, one seemed not to know about the streets of the eternal capital city of Israel, it appeared that one have been summoned as an author and social observer, even though most people might have thought that the eternal capital city and its community have no need of an observer if not author. While merged into the contemplation one never breached the matters related to religion and even taboos, especially by demanding an interview with either the yeoman or with the landlord officially before whom one ought to feel oneself responsible of everything for one was a writer. One was-besides-able to endure the sight of which the landlord or the yeoman wouldn't think impossible if one wouldn't break a religious rule by being friendly-remotely-with the Israeli Passersby whom the landlord mightn't love or hate. One’s attitude was that of a rationalist who is prepared not to argue against the neither reasonable nor unreasoned traditional customs of the parish belonging to southern-southern or northern, huh?-part of the eternal capital city. Thus, when the yeoman or the landlord namely that sort of the local administrators Jewish people’s former and future lover should insist that a meeting with both or each of them was possible, one gradually induced one's hopes to admit that it was actually possible and even persuaded everybody to help to arrange it, though when agreeing one should not hide one's hopes as if making ‘an irrational remark’, one felt oneself ready to argue those contemplations with officials in the vicinity, including the yeoman, vice-yeoman and their favourable helper landlord. When one was briefly worried if there were another person employed as a janitor, one would not resist in safety induced non-rational measures as if his or pretty-oh God forgive us-petty tyranny. Eventually one should have refused to accept one's self imposed temptation from the depths of a new flat in Jerusalem on the perfectly reasonable grounds that the all of the people abovementioned shouldn't appoint one for such deeds... Later, one refused to allow the kitchen-the piled piece of papers piled on its chairs, as if its access was the secretary-called as, for example Copernicus to subject one to an interrogation at every steps from the study to it and vice versa. When one heard about the obscene summons of the early dawn-the first one would live in Jerusalem and one asserted that the Israeli Girl Soldiers’ fathers and the brother of one of them ought to have obtained an official award on every Hebrews behalf. To some extent, therefore, one appreciated one's force for sense and enlightenment in a community that could not be trapped by its unreasoning reverence for tradition. As a new tenant, one's business was to check and, if necessary, correct the boundaries of people’s conception of peace-shalom: one shouldn't therefore change property relations in the neighbourhood, and it might be hinted that the alleged malcontent of the Islamic terrorists wouldn't have wanted neither new Hebrew landlords nor tenants to be summoned for moving there. According to The Anti-Semitic killers namely Islamic Terrorists who were the sworn enemies of Jerusalem-The Eternal Capital City of Israel the needs should be defined as something to liberate the world from the inhuman sickness-Anti Semitism for its material poverty and emotional misery were constantly apparent. One would like to throw kindly a snowball at the yeoman or the landlord, and only then becomes aware of ‘the man’s indispensible form, as if excellently well treated’ while the neighbours were described with features ‘contorted into an expression of pain’ on behalf of the new comers because of the physical hardness of moving, looking as though their skulls had been beaten or rather been flattened by the writing table that had fallen! People, such as the landlords, landladies and the yeomen of the neighbourhood, even if there couldn't be any barmaid or any chambermaid within the vicinity. To the weakest probability yeoman who actuality succeeded not landlord, and yet the twos were obviously worn out by hard work. Yet the tenants-like one-could confirm their own subjection by the real-not quasi in Jerusalem-religious affairs in which they-the tenants-constantly if not semi officially-had been right when they could offer a non-political activities in which the writer tenants, passively dependent on the parish authorities so that they were confronted by nobody who might insist on tenant rights-at least in their kitchens-and thus ‘revealing themselves to be the only ones who still were able to grasp, quite simply what tenants' life in the kitchens would be all about’. Inasmuch as there were two striking examples of tenants making themselves gratuitously industries. It ought to be remembered that one was the author tenant, who told in one's writings about one's life-story less than 24 hours in Jerusalem. After being abandoned by the considerations regarding to daily life in the eternal capital city of Israel, one found sympathy from abovementioned group, the Israeli girl soldiers, their fathers; the brother of one of the girl soldiers, as the, then, passersby in the street therein one saw them ready to argue with one 'The Vogue' talking before the fathers of those lady warriors or rather soldiers having been giving fight against The Islamic Terror...One stopped not consider in that way and offered oneself to lease one's considerations towards their attention, whereupon they would be rejoiced, and have been sharing more things related to thought and sense ever since. . Since the yeoman and the landlord couldn't soon make enough offer one-assuming that one might have money-to buy the flat, they were then should seem prosperous. Yet one would still drop everything and return to them if one gave them a sign. And yet what kind of signs at all...? Would one chide oneself them? No indeed! Would one be persuading that they actually helped one to attain one's present situation while one was to argue that when abandoned by nobody that one should be ready for a bargain to buy the new flat! But he prestige of having been tenant of the new flat made one more marriageable amongst the Hebrew ladies and one mumbled: ‘The blessing of that lucky star was Jewish people of the eternal capital city of Israel, and yet nobody did know how to make the most of it’, and It may be right to see in ladies' attitude, as some ones do, an implicit critique of the creative effects of romantic love and they could have overcome their useful hankering after one, and accepted the limitations of ordinary life, one might have been happy. What a brilliant example of one's elf-induced hope the owner of the new flat. Since neither the yeoman nor the landlord refused one’s considerations to summon them, as the neighbours might believe they are under an intellectual invitation, and all the friends or relatives-living in other remote corners of Israel-they would prefer to despise the problems- and even avoid them-besides they were to reduce to number of problems; the citizens-beyond the neighbours- before being overtaken by premature solutions obtained in kitchen- begged for mercy from the new flat of one's and even should intend to spend days standing by the street in the hope of catching the attention of one peeping from the curtained window of the kitchen-originally curtained as ‘filmy wind screen of a car hindering the brightness of the sun in the horizon or a road moving towards the sunrise or sunset ’ as could be observed by an official passing in a carriage, even though the passersby knew such an event to be impossible. So instead of the fact that one spent only one night in the new flat having been narrated by one the high rank bestial servant of the neighbouring people, say official or non-official, in the hope that one might meet the same people whom one saw first in the street that could bring summons of one and the others. According to one the strangers' submission to the indifference would be abject whereas they might be regarding it as a sign of hope for both the writer and the readers when all of them ought to be employed as a neighbourhood messenger to carry a message-comprehensible- instead of that of one's-incomprehensible-even though one was hardly ever asked to carry a message clear, simple, and briefly comprehensible and, by hanging about vainly in the kitchen belonging to one might neglect the problem regarding to being comprehensible! An in the small hours in the morning one pushed the power button of the little radio-ready to listen the news from The Radio Warsaw World Service- sometimes escorted by little, live programmes The speaker were reading the main text or rather the high lights: "Hundreds of Islamic State militant group (ISIS) fighters from some innocent and humanist European countries are hiding in Turkey, according to Saudi or Jewish intelligence, adding to fears of an increased threat of extremist attacks on European soil."A certain Mr. Abraham X., a Saudi or Israeli intelligence officer who collaborates with the well civilized intelligence agencies over foreign ISIS fighters, told that most ISIS fighters had fled Syria and gone to Turkey. “The exodus began after Mosul [in Iraq] fell and continued after [ISIS] lost RAQQA. "We have lots of French in our jails and scores of other nationals but we think most of the British have escaped,” an Iraqi said. British and European security services have long been worried about the exodus of foreign nationals from Iraq and Syria and their return to their home countries. Inasmuch as officials say "the flow back to the continent has been slower than anticipated, but that does not mean they will not return eventually. ISIS has lost the majority of the territory that it held after its fighters swept across Syria and Iraq to create a de facto Islamic state. Iraqi and Syrian ground forces, backed by a U.S.-led coalition of air forces that bombed the group’s positions, helped to wrest back major cities from the group, such as RAQQA in eastern Syria and Mosul in northern Iraq." Around some hundred seconds one's intellectual power made one able to travel to Iraq and Syria to fight for civilization against Islamic State Terror but made some steps to the quick coffee machine and returned-in twice as many seconds-to one's place looking at the street therein passersby began growing in the number more than one's memory was pointing within the ranks of the population outdoors depending on the ordinary observation. Naturally one wasn't able to see the people and count them as in a picture taken before twenty hours to not show seagulls flying over HAGIA SOFIA in Constantinople. HAGIA SOFIA was being occupied by the Soviet type republic that has long provided a gateway for Jihadist to move across the southern border and into Syria’s lawless northern regions. European countries have accused the country's government of not doing enough to prevent militants travelling into Syria. And yet especially The Turkish Caliph-namely the wildest student of The Turkish Ayatollah F.GULEN-has denied the accusations, but has moved to impose stronger border controls after the criticism. Returners can expect to be met by the authorities paid by Qatar-The North Korea of The Gulf of Arabia-at some point in their journey back to the country for The Turkish Caliph's Army and Qatar's big money intelligence would carry on with working together to track foreign fighters and their whereabouts. The Warsaw radio World Service continued: "Essentially The UK has suffered five extremist attacks in 2017, four of them claimed by ISIS, in what has been the worst year for radical Islamist attacks in modern British history when there was a car-ramming attack on London's Westminster bridge in March; a suicide bomb blast at an Arian Grande concert in Manchester, northern England, in May; a van-ramming and knife attack in London Bridge in June and a partial explosion on a subway train in West London in September. Strange to say the fifth attack was a car-ramming Muslim worshippers outside a mosque in north London so the threat level in Britain remains at "severe," meaning that further attacks are likely. The deadliest year for attacks in Britain was 2005, when an Al-Qaeda cell conducted coordinated bombings at four sites in London’s transport network. The bombings killed 52 people. The country was dealing with one of the worst cases of home grown radicalization in Europe, and the chief of Britain’s MI5 domestic security service warned in October that the threat of radical Islamist attacks in Britain was at its “highest tempo” in his three-decade career. British security services have foiled almost a dozen attack plots this year." The one recited: "Let's be holding up a mirror: How Islamic Terrorists reflect community and society of World-Wide Islam, huh?They have long experimented with different ways of giving a sense of their blood thirsty community, often using the Islamic gang wars to highly dramatic effect. By all war correspondents everything had been carried to the light while each of them had prominent roles for the chorus telling the bloody tales of would be Islamic Civilization. Both correspondents marshalled the chorus to give each terror story a strong sense of Islamic community, used to powerful dramatic effect. In so doing, they followed a tradition used by the greatest of Islamic Terrorist-The Army of The Caliph.... Islamic communities in the field of terrorist attacks would often represent the oppressed majority in a corrupt belief system. Within the circles of Turkish Ayatollah viz. GULEN's multi directional, and yet well camouflaged spying, and the Turkish Caliphate’s bullying Islamic Terrorists the bandits could imagine some dirty compos wherein they could control the innocent American and rapacious Russian people. On the other side by the changing phases of the war in both Iraq and Syria all the people of have descended into poverty-stricken wretchedness-a communal mirror for The War Correspondent's personal victory linked to the profession of general press workers. Having been tuning to The Radio Warsaw one as the Inquisitor in the kitchen would have near-total control over the psychology of the speaker, easily suppressing the attempt at rebellion led by some little exaggerated points... Hey MESOLZHENITSY, say SOLZHENITSOF three points something ought to be as an exclamation, huh? At the end of the first point twos were crying, weren't they? Too much speculation indeed! Hey MESOLZHENITSY namely PROF: MES SOLZHENITSOF: Was anybody or rather anything in your novel set in a Siberian prison camp that the words movingly would depict the prisoners’ communal suffering, as impassioned descriptions from individuals stand out against the voices of the yeoman and the landlord's chorus should be predominant mood of stoical resignation while Jerusalem's communities couldn't also be threatening...err... was there anything moralistic? As for the gossiping passersby-not neighbours- they could help to provoke a fight between one's situation and one's expectations, and morality might not become even more menacing in the kitchen or rather its window through which one could observe the street in a mood of peeping, wherein the same personalities that were observed celebrated once in excessive joy-but not drunkenly of course-with the passersby, and swiftly accused each other's former lovers some certain mademoiselles of infanticide beside an old conventional group of morality often highlights the misery of unconventional individuals as if longing for forgiveness contrasts with the indifference induced attitude of the people in the vicinity, while they would neither fit into the novel nor the pieces of papers piled on the chairs in the kitchen–as one's failure to join in the communal attitude afar! Apart from all details regarding to the components of one's first twenty one hours in the new flat, its kitchen therein pieces of papers, the window through which the part of the street where one got acquaintance with Israeli girl soldiers, their fathers the brother of one of them, the passersby in one short, simple sentence written some hours ago, the shadow of one namely Prof. MES promenading upon the walls of the flat one-the author, scholar medic Russian romantic Hebrew also expert of The Jewry and the most humble believer within the phenomenon of Zionism as say a certain Monsieur Cohen got to the heart of the matter: “The Absurd War targeting the eternal capital city-Jerusalem ended after the words of the president of the USA, echoed not only in Washington but in The UN.” This indispensable context is how the section of one-The Russian romantic writer-addressed to, at least, passersby instead of the fact that they wouldn't be dealing not with foreign policy and security, have been apt to understand it. In what arguably stood as the most significant public addressed of the author's tenure in the Literature Network, the world, particularly under the roof of The UN, was left in no doubt that one new flat possessed the ability and willingness to meet any threat to security of Jerusalem that the US and its allies might seek to understand thoroughly. Come on then and reply it: "why one has been trying to identify the decision on The American Embassy's new-yes new like the flat of one's-place of the Trump administration to draw or rather to rescue the attention of the world's intelligent people from the bogs of the Anti-Semitic attitude in 20018 as the point when the US moved from a stance of mutual trust and respect in its relations with The Jewry?" The author himself could answer it in the-is statement: "One disregard and disrespect, exploiting inhuman-of course Anti Semitic-circles' internal problems during the periods feeding animosity against the Jews to assert its dominance as a power of Islamic terror. Obviously one did one's best to dissuade the inhuman gangs' from withdrawing from the truth of history based on the humanist religion, and the author namely one would announce... All in vain, huh? One pulled not out of the treaty in covering 1900s even one mightn't be awarded after that one tried to develop constructive dialogue with one readers reading The New Novel-Jerusalem so that one proposed working together with the world's peaceful people-understanding the meaning of SHALOM- in this area to ease concerns and maintain the atmosphere of trust. At one point, One thought that a compromise was possible, but this was not to be sufficient in the way of eternal peace as eternal as the capital city of Israel-Jerusalem. All one's proposals, absolutely all of them, would be rejected." In a dramatic narration, the Romantic Russian Novelist-Prof. MES went on to unveil the next generation of the world's peaceful attempts to make the future developed with the objective of circumventing and overcoming The Inhuman attackers' attacks and existing evil capability. The defiance with which the author namely one revealed the both the new American Embassy in Jerusalem and one's new and enhanced thinking and sensing technology that could be assumed unmistakable. It was perhaps illustrative of the years of evaluated promises of the USA, humanist faith, non-duplicity in prejudices and encroaching and enveloping new peace exerted by the US and its allies against the Anti-Semitic approaches. Returning to a certain Mr. Simon, Cohen or Abram: "The most fundamental philanthropy by The American upon the demise of The Anti-Semitic evil was to treat post-hot assaults targeting Zionism both as a strategic partner and as a prosperous allies, analogous to liberal world and united Europe after Cold War." In contradistinction, in the parallel universe that Western European hawks and the New Conservatives namely Neo-cons inhabit, responsibility for the construction in relations between the eternal capital cities and the other capital cities is ascribed to "The Shalom of The Hebrew." It's a charge that throws up the question of what kind of peacefulness is it that would see on Jerusalem's border but no Islamic Terrorists nests' border, and the Israeli Girl soldiers patrolling in the capital city of Peace-SHALOM... Saying "peace in Hebrew should be accepted as a gun to defend Jerusalem so one thought that "The Mediterranean Sea on Israel's shore but no Jewish warships patrolling the Gulf of Antioch on theirs? And this was before the Jews have come to the defence shield deployed in Romania before twelve years, or the attempt by the liberal world to use Ukraine as its hawk's claw in two years after it with the aim of NATO expansion, followed by Ukraine in before four years. What has been made abundantly clear by its actions since the early 1990s has been that economic and military might was for liberal world the first and final arbiter of international affairs therefore it is clear that one have arrived at such a parlous juncture in relations between the Middle East and The Europe was to be better than a medical aid for survival, and it's a blunder-an indictment of the conclusions drawn in liberal world in response to the end of the era based on the defeats of Saddam, Kaddafi, and the Turkish caliph's best friend MORSI of Egypt and the like. There one was obliged to cite the sage statements of famous Israeli pillars of the state: "Every gun that is smuggled into the land of Israel, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense an Islamic Terror was fed by Turkish Caliph!" Yet guns, warships and rockets, more than diplomacy, have underlain downright Russian and American intervention since the day the Islamic State's crimes against women and children, slaughter, and pillage was heightened over the region. As for the new flat of one's based or rather established on the objective of making-at least one street of Jerusalem the safe for The Jewry? Credulity, as the yeoman or the landlord, even the neighbours might say, only stretched so far. The author or rather one once described the Islamic Terror based on Anti-Semitism thus: "There was no corner of the known world where some temptation towards Anti-Semitism was not alleged to be in growth or backed by official aid. If the interests were not belonging to The Jewry, they were those of red-Maoist-or Islamic green's allies; and if the innocent state and its eternal capital city had no allies, the probable allies should be hindered. When it was utterly impossible to contrive such an attitude of inhuman as Anti-Semitism, say why, then it was the national honour that had been insulted. The fight was always invested with an aura of legality against Jewry." Substitute TURCO-Islamic for Anti-Semitism in that passage pondered and even whispered by one and the culprits have themselves the nuts and bolts of Anti-Semitic Circle's relations with the world throughout the era of united-polarity. One's address and unveiling of the new Novel-Jerusalem's advanced augmenting the peace inducing capability provides empirical evidence of the failure of Islamic State and other terror induced foreign policy since the gang states were consigned to history.

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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    BY M. SOLZHENITSOF*

    *The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
    "A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"

    (CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)

    CHAPTER I

    (Continuing from the previous pages also)

    So the author namely one should have analysed one's goal in being to be under the obligation to be dynamically standing in the kitchen of the new flat rather than to embrace this world-historical event as an opportunity for peaceful coexistence, for stability and cohesion. Eventually one sought to impose on its former hot Zionist precautions in the way of peace-SHALOM. And lest one forgot what this peace entailed for non-Zionist Jews' world while some of one's journalist comrades' studies on "Shock Doctrine" should have required reading: "By the year 2017, more than 90 percent of Jewish new settlers had gone under the peril of Hamas Terror and roughly 100,000 citizens of Israel had felt themselves besieged by Islamic terrorists paid by The Turkish Caliph creating an epidemic of fear… By the time one as being a therapists had administered the bitter medicine for catching the chance to give service to the Hebrew World decided to be living-even it should have been below the poverty line-in one's new flat in Jerusalem, according-no doubt-to the yeoman and the landlord. When one considered that in 2018 the number of Jewish people living in poverty in Jerusalem would be zero in number, and yet there might be no matter, huh? Would one be left with the monstrous fact that the free market economy shouldn't pity one. Then what would be good tidings to lead to the impoverishment of one namely the author in less than a season, say springtime of 2018? Given that inspiration one to get along with the passersby in the street!One pondered for a while: Jerusalem shouldn't be the slice of the Jewry continent. Jerusalem was a group of soft heart Jews trying to help humanity, some aggregations of international science and technology units, a set of laws bound in justice, a belief network based on the light to show the right, a chain of scholarship induced meetings, a column of stock projects to improve the quality of the mankind's life, humanist attention announcements rubbed out and written in by the well trained boys on the blackboards, some public libraries full of old magazines, newspapers and dog eared history, religion, science books with eulogies scrawled on the margins in pencil. Jerusalem has been the world's greatest belief and knowledge valley fringed with mountains of sense and sensibility hills so the eternal capital city of Israel should be a set of bigmouthed eaters of candies made of conscience spurring too many shelves. Jerusalem was a lot of innocent Jews slaughtered by Hamas terror and buried in their dressings in no cemetery. The eternal capital city of The Israeli State thither the letters had been sent at the end of an address when everybody were away from the home of all Jews. But mostly that home was the eternal subject of the people's speeches.One walked fast by himself-instead of one's shadow used to escort one through the hall and both in the study and in the kitchen that thins into the corners having been enlighten either by the eco ampoules or by the fluorescent lamps in the night atmosphere of Jerusalem indoors giving feet no tiredness instead of the hours one spent in the new flat...On the other side one's eyes greedy for warm curve of faces, answering flicker of those inquisitive eyes, the set of a deliberately positioned head, the lift of a shoulder, the way hands spread with a good will with the mind based on a beehive of hopes buzzing and stinging; neck muscles aching for the knowledge of the Jewry to be understood, for the passersby making one sought to pick the pen and internet induced work on PC, the author's knack with a theme when one hauled on the subject similar to slithery like net from the rail of the lurching trawler, the taping of the actual lines as one slung down the white window of "the micro-soft words" open to the author's slow grip wise on the theme, the good writer's use of one's whole body when, whooping the figurative speeches, one yanked the unique style in the novel-Jerusalem as the plow from the furrow. The author namely one walked again by oneself searching through the history purified with the statements linked to religion! As for greedy eyes of one tending to observe everything at a single glancing, and one's greedy ears taut to hear, by oneself, alone. Then one looked out of the windows of the new flat's kitchen: The streets were empty. One has packed alongside ones shadow into the vista between the wall and the door-of the bedroom-and climbed upon the blanket covering quilt in the station one has scampered neither for rest nor jumping with joy filtered into one's pyjamas without disturbing the other tenements around, gone up in by means of jumping over the squeaking bed springs that could be alarming within the apartment houses administered by the yeoman. Out of the window as if it was a show window two sallow late night passersby in their suits fortified with shirtsleeves were bringing out a back copies of tabloids matching to the ordinary dress, at a corner welders in masks lean into layers of gray flame repairing a part of velocipede, a few drunk bums shamble along, a sad streetwalker that would fidget escorted by the light and semi illuminated shadows. From the dishes waiting to be washed comes the deep rumbling smell like that of a steamboat leaving the point on the shore well designed except having got no sea or any river. Anything not familiar with one's ears hooted far away. One walked by oneself in the corridor linked to the bedroom, fast but not fast enough, drawing near to the position therein good for sleeping but not near enough! Were there faces slide out of sight outdoors-especially in the street-talk trails into scrupulously rendered scraps, invisible footsteps tapped fainter in alleys? One ought not catch the last subway to imagine the end of the street so that one could usurp the chance of not needing any streetcar or a bus, in another saying having not been in need of running up the gangplanks of all the steamboats, register at any hotel, working in the eternal capital city of Israeli State in order to learn the vital signs-that could not be seen from the window of one's new flat-its window. All in all one who was like a stranger trying to take up a job, to live in another place, say in a boarding house, to sleep in an ordinary bed as if one bed was not enough, one job might not be seen as enough while one life was enough in the meaning of "enough is enough" at night or in morning...One walked by oneself alone indoors. No need for a new job, or a woman beside one's darling, no new flat, no capital city but Jerusalem. If only one's ears busy to catch the speech were not alone; the ears of the other twos-those of the yeoman and the landlord- were caught tight, linked tight by the tendrils of phrased words, the turn of a prank, the cry in the night-similar to a fade of a story, the gruff fall of a sentence linking tendrils of speech twine through the blocks adjacent to that wherein one's new flat took place, spread over the first pavement one liked to share with the passersby! One wandered at home and wondered if the street before the new flat one moved yesterday grow out along broad parked avenues, and even dared to chase in the speed of a strong wind the translation giant trucks leaving on their long night runs over roaring highways, breathing out the far sands upon the present sandy byroads while having past worn out farms, joining up the distant quarters of the eternal capital city of Israel in order to reach the filling stations, motels in the shape of rectangle houses in the young mist of dawning carrying to the mind steamboats, fighter jets' silhouettes groping along the placards full of advertizing induced words to call out-according to the voyagers in the deserts-the mountain pastures, even rich within the fantastic imaginations enough powerful to drift slow down rivers widening to the deltas and the beaches with no swimmers or sun-bath people of the Mediterranean Sea. Imagining a long trip in and out of Jerusalem was not as it should be in the long walks through jostling crowds at night in Moscow that one was less alone, or in the training centers at the satellite settling places, or in the day on the places at The Eastern European suburbs, or in the empty sides of Baltic shores hot boyhood summer nights, or in the meal on Market Street, or in the swim off the miniature rocks at the north waters of the Europe, or in the bed full of perfume vapors in New York, or in the cold razor wind off the lake white nights narrated by Fyodor Mikhailovitch Dostoyevsky in a sheer style reflecting the gray face of the author shadowing the lips tempted to tremble.. And yet in the grind of gears in the street under the street before one's new flat one could be missing the smokes of ancient express trains giving the inspiration to the voyagers walking across country, or riding up the dry mountain Asia type canyons, or the night without a sleeping bag in Siberia among the Jewish violinists on frozen tracks in the years of big wars forgotten but apt to be reminded of in one's mother's songs sung about long ago, in his father's narration about the situation report beginning with the very words "when I was a boy", with the kidding stories of uncles, in the lies the kids told at school, the hired man should not yarn! While considering outdoors one-as an admiral with his gaudy uniform and spirited for the sake of being charger would be the center for all eyes especially as one's tabouret was extremely colorful under one as if it should be obligatorily-just as the band of silence reigning in the kitchen of one's new flat-the commander namely one stood one one's stool while one's legs was almost erect victoriously. So the field marshal-one-instantly reined on the constrained queer chair and do some sophisticated maneuvers as if digging in one's imaginative spurs in an endeavor to control the excitement of the cracking tabouret which to the horror of the zero spectators might fell over backwards and landed squarely on one the commander or rather The Author. Much to the gratification of being lonely in the new flat the was not injured but considerable spiritual condition was scraped off the flank of the reality that has fallen on one. Almost every inch of one's gaiety was covered with the mud of the loneliness and between the shoulders of one's pyjamas a wetted-sweat marked area about an inch in diameter was pictured. Without waiting for anyone to dry up the sweat from one's garments one took a short walk towards the study and remounted one's jade-the tabouret and reviewed the parade with no infantry as if it were an everyday occurrence seriously exercised. Was the any incident after all. YEP! No incident should be perceived-naturally-as incident and-naturally- would attract the attention of the author not as a lonely man but a crowd with one's shadow, image in the mirror, and one's figures reflected from the bright surfaces of the furniture so that that brought to notice the fact that the field marshal namely one never permitted to be in need of a flag to be carried past one without uncovering and remaining so until the colors have past and yet a symbol having not been fading. Just like a trueborn commander-giving command to one's thesaurus wherein one of them no incident incidents took no heed of one's... One felt easy in the kitchen responding to a toast, Hail Jerusalem! If one were at the Zionist Club banquet in Beersheba, he should have said in part: "I have no argument to make here or anywhere against territorial expansion; but I do not, as some ones do, look upon the situation of New Settlers not territorial expansion as the safest and most attractive region of humanitarian development. By the advantages of abundant and Swiss chocolates and biscuits in the kitchen of the new flat of one's all nutrients seemingly having come-and been obviously delicious-or rather imported from enormous overproduction of food products and over innovation and economy in super productivity, one was then leading by the impact to the original and the greatest of the westernizing nations including The USA and Russia a domestic feast indoors even if being devoid of the World's inquisitive souls-at the other end of the cell phone-shocked: so one danced with one's own shadows for there might be the yeoman or the landlord peeping through the window or rather the thin and narrow-fabric tech induced-vistas of curtain therein. Of the drapery? Who amongst the graphic makers of the leading producers represented themselves in less than the angels' costumes while one sitting at the table in one hand one held a brimming glass of KOSHAR wine, in the other spiritual ribbons drawn over several pairs of blazing production. Israelite's progress would give the impressions and imagination of one's color and direction. Jewish deeds would make it illustrious. Civilization in the eternal capital city of Israel would never lose its hold on The Jewry. The gate of the block in which one's flat took place would never again be closed to the methods of modern man. The regeneration of the world's physical as well as morally situation have must begun, and civilization should never move backwards. Of The Camera Pen? When one would carry on with walking along indoors towards one had to step carefully always on the carpet so as not to step on the electrical network cables to make TV Set, and other radio and the like! Easier...err...easier to continue if one continue to watch TV as having hold the mother's hand and hang on it that way one could kick up one's the point of boot but walking fast one have to tread on too many little stones some of which sharper than grass blades while it could be stated that the poor hurt darkened floras would shrink under the walker's feet -it might be-that why those people were so angry and follow everybody shaking their fists they're throwing stones grownup people throwing greater stones one would kick off when walking-no matter fast or slow- and one was running on one's pointed toes sticking the shingles sharp among the poor trodden grass blades under the shaking folds-got the shape after tossed by pebbles tinkled after being kicked off. Quick dear one quick in the study where it's quiet the rescued from every type crowds angry or happy were outside and couldn't come in...There should be no wonder for even The Queen Elisabeth-maybe the youngest and oldest powerful lady in the Europe wearing a pointed lace cap might have sent chocolate to the author of Jerusalem before the counter it's dark and the lady the nice England in the shape of the lady-Her Excellency who loved Jews and has got relations over the shows one would put in the emails that shone in the dark pretty premises! There were no moonlight within the flat, and yet something rippling in the atmosphere even under twilight induced and shadow dominating corners as if to create a bridge and the little lanterns reverberating alight somehow in the dark in order to be related to the counter and all the little windows of some places around the rarely stepped points when some of the lights were put out, say having been set from the silvery-but coming from an unknown source-light across the hall or rather the entrance-its illumination of the gray air framed by both indoors and outdoors where no bright light might be born to make the semi-darkness to be being choked all day with the dark temptation of domestic light whale-oil soap in color in other days it would glisten slightly as a thin candle It was only round five o'clock in the morning that a curling whiff of very weak twilight as flare associated smoke would seep through from the entrance into the kitchen. That was a sign that sun has been apt to be up and to give good spirits to one so that one-the author, would soon be wanting one's breakfast. Then much more passersby, and they might have been sent already to run out to one of two corners of the street before of identical frame wherein one gave start to live. To the right of building therein one's flat it was half a block to other landlord's where one would have to wait at the bar in a forest of non-muddy lanes of Jerusalem saving both Jewish caps and trouser legs of the passersby until all the rank brawling mouths of grownups had been stopped with KOSHAR vine and meatball. Then one would walk at home, making each step very carefully, charged with narration of Jerusalem too heavy to carry as engaged the handle of the pail full of lead cutting into one's hand. To the left it was half a block to one of the relatives of the yeoman's dealing with home decoration and Imported products. To the highest probability the yeoman liked the boxes cream of wheat half-dark in the window, the glass case with different kinds of KOSHAR salami in it to escort the barrels of potatoes and cabbages, the dark yellow smell of honey, ginger-cake, kippered herring, KOSHAR vinegar, bread, pepper, and olive oil. One felt the sound of steps produced by the breakfast one requested one oneself "A loaf of bread, please, senior author, a half pound of butter and a box of ginger-cake." In the half-hours of the early morning, when one felt poorly, and yet one had to go further in one's exact request round the corner past the atmosphere of the study, down hall adjacent to the entrance whereof one could hear the trolley's sound, and across the twilight bridge over the little alley that flowed shadowy between dark that might be seen as brownie in color undercut twilight banks in the little hours of the sun-rise, adding to yellow reddish beam and oily air in the one third light. It would be outdoors...Indoors? Across the corridor between the entrance and kitchen of the new flat of one's all the way to the various doors opening to the drawing room, the study, and the bed room alongside bathroom adjacent to the corner near to the latrine. Their doors were in accordance with the indoors plan always matching through the architectural main plan designed for those who lived there would also give one the chance of indoors walking along with one's knees that shouldn't be tired, On the other hand there was a group of doors one would have to pass between some intervals. Passing shouldn't be so bad; it was when one was about several meters from them that the first dawn sounds would hum by one's ear. There was no comeback. If one broke into a run, one's shadow chase one. If one dropped the coke bottle one would have been satisfied up when one got study to write down those lines the readers of The Novel-Jerusalem would read. Then to the bed room, a soft cushion would plunk on the back of one's head and the air currency produced by a cheap thing that could be named as climatic appeasing apparatus began to trickle down one's neck. When one was a half a corridor distance from the bedroom one would take as a chance and run for it. "Scared and Lonely Hebrew ... Shanty Orthodox...Would be Author" that could yell the Passersby escorted by dubious silhouettes. One wrote in the kitchen: "I had already listened to some symphonic excerpts composed by the noise in the street and I have no need to say of them with surrealistic speeches but admiration based on love I feel for Jerusalem! I also knew some of the compositions of invisible colors, illuminating-in the style of twilight of course-shadows, pianissimo sounds. In the street of Jerusalem-with which got acquaintance before only a twenty hours around. I attended for the first time the performance of the symphonies: The talks of the Israeli girl soldiers, their family members, the passersby so that the eternal melodies of Hebrew hymns overwhelmed me even when I have performed them in the past."
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    And one carried on with talking to oneself. I had a single thought: to know the first Hebrew Hymn maker the greatest genius, to see that person, just for million times. I spoke of this with the echoes of my sound which I knew to be in the harmony with eternal compositions of Jerusalem-The eternal capital city of Israel…. In order to satisfy my desire I myself thought that the better thing was to speak even with the stones, pebbles, and sands or dust particles... The author namely one who was-no matter-a dear person or not to the composer was sure that with the help of musical training of one's would be make one successful in effect the audiences adopted such persistence to the masters of YOUTUBE admin. that they obtained a good energy to introduce the performance within a MIX too.. Needed the author then say it? To gather one's full gimmick to answer oneself one went out of the flat and immediately came back. Ascending the stairs that led to the new flat or the love for Jerusalem induced dwelling which the author or rather one inhabited for more than twenty hours, and coming back was certainly a exciting deed to control one's emotion. When the door of the new flat was opened by the new tenant, and the new tenant, say one would find oneself in a kind of a brilliantly dark and frightfully rejoicing apartment. Did one remember then above all that the ceiling, immediately under the floor of the dweller above, was covered with silence too far from cracks because the block was made of cement and iron solely, through which any the sound to be created by press of the feet the neighbors living-highly likely sleeping-above. One felt the whole world full of silence, love and twilight and that feeling must have poured in one's heart so that the peace-SHALOM of Jerusalem which all one knew entirely reproduce its peerless taste faithfully enough. There was nothing that none have ever known how to express was the indefinable happiness that emanates from the medium... As for the visage of one's in the mirror one saw oneself a face under the thick eyebrows, as in deep caverns, the eyes that seemed anti-peevish. One's voice might have echoing sweet and yet the mirror carried it if not veiled amid reflected lights. When one took a position before the mirror, without drawing attention to oneself, one stayed some moment bent over a granule of wall-paper as if one had finished to scrutiny everything without correcting it. Then, raising one's head, one said to oneself abruptly, in a sufficiently comprehensible Hebrew: "Ah! My Identification linked to being the author of The Eternal Capital City of Israel-Jerusalem? I offer my compliments; it is an excellent novel having been being written in the most convenient time. Everybody shall have read it with pleasure so that I'll be enjoyed myself. So long as there is no modern novel-having got no exact grammar rule within it texture, it will not only be read but sensed. Never try to do anything other than writing this novel; to want to succeed in another thing would presently force your nature." Then one tried to remember who accompanied-beside one's shadow-the portrait reflected from the mirror suddenly interrupted , naturally flicking in a chaos of lights and translated the meaning of the lines of one's face for one, oneself so that this would be the only way in which one could hold a conversation with oneself...


    TO BE CONTINUED...
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    Flash...flash..flash..flash!!!! Humanist admonitions in political poems and aphorisms of Dr, Dr. Md & Ph. D. Honorary Prince of Derbent Prof. Mes
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    Today, F.G-the secret islamic terror boss condemned "beauty, truth and love" over the very term 'boheme' while the life style of some of your children might be defined as boheme! On the contrary to radical islam, the innocent children of the europe define boheme as love & art!
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