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When the Americans came to Afghanistan and expelled Taliban and established the new government, the afghan refugees started to return to Afghanistan. In thousands or hundred thousands. Now te people are fleeing their country again. Via an airplane via land border.. Not a few. Taliban makes checkpoints no to let people out of te country. Neigboring country are closing ther borders to stop a new wave of refugees. Not a few.

it was irony

@Roy I wonder if there are some statistics, how many people died in Africa compared to those brought to America. Maybe slavery was not such a bad thing at the end?

I understand the perspective of the killer. But for what is it good? I would kill them, if I could, no matter how their childhood was. But for somebody sitting on the couch with an ice cream, 10.000 km away it might be an amazing thing to think about the poor killer.

One more westerner who thinks that the people of other cultures enjoy to be tortured and killed. There was no resistance because people hadn´t really any good alternative. Their government was deeply corrupt and the generals even more. I am almost sure, they had a secret deal with Taliban. The soldiers just didn´t know for what they should fight and die. Nobody trusts nobody. In this situation everyone just tries to survive on their own as good as they can. Under Taliban the survival will be harder for the majority of Afghans.

I understand it. More or less. because I am first world citizen too. I can afford to think about these things. But honestly, Leo, if somebody is going to behead me the least thing I want to know, how was their childhood. What you are doing - you take a perspective of executioner. But not of a victim.

I hope, I don´t disturb, but since nobody is talking I´ll leave a song

Belarus and Ukraine together. "Putin - huilo", "Lukashenko - huilo". "Huilo" is a "dick"

Russian empire will be destroyed

really? I always found them ridiculous, I don´t understand a word, and I am sure, we all spell them incorrect

I write something down. Because otherwise I lose this journal, And I don´t want to lose it, because I want to post more fotos of Ukrainian army.

You know what? I´ve got a feeling of my astral body since I exercise the playing back of my day before falling asleep. You said once, that I write it down. Such an absurd thought! Because what I really do - I just do the same what I´ve done with physical body but instead with an astral one. No words needed! And in this way I remember every single detail at least of the last 1/2 hour. I don´t need more, because I fall asleep. Another useful effect - no insomnia any more. Yeah, I know, my life is boring especially the last 1/2 hour before going to bed ? But still problems with remembering dreams, though I can always recall at least one smal episode.

Guys, your love is beautiful, overwhelming and awesome. Love you!

But hey.. why do you all write about the dreams. Do you really need to sleep, to send your astral body somewhere else? In my opinion not. Maybe it´s a question of definition? Maybe it´s not an astral body but some other kind of body, that they send elsewhere during waken stages?

I should have introduced you to Zero. You buy the houses in the dreams, and he sells them in the dreams. If you had joined your dreams, it would be a win-win-situation. Besides he once mentioned, that he would like to check, if he is a gay - but at first in a dream, and if everything goes well then in a waken state.

It´s interesting, how everyone is looking for something special for them before getting on the path of awakening. Some look for love, the others for happyness. For Leo it´s truth. Truth. What is truth? Something static and unchangeable. Never was ineterested in such a thing in a constantly changing world. Well you can apply truth on something like Nothingness/ Everything. Bit what is a point of it, if you can never embrace the truth? I knew this since I has been a kid and learned a concept of 0 and infinity. Like every child I wanted to be a math master by knowing the highest possible number. I can remember my mum not being able to answer this simple question. You can always add one and get the next number, even if there is no name for it , you can always add one. This is the moment when I lost interest in truth, philosophy, math.. Doesn´t make any sense - you can always add one.. I was also skeptical about love. What I knew from the books - love is blind. I wasn´t blind. Well I learned to understand the concept of love better when it got physical. It started to make sense for me. What I was always looking for was freedom. But I found love or let´s say a special kind of love. I met someone.. let´s say.. not the same understanding or development level, but.. the word "perception" would probably fit. With the same perception. I really had long dialogues with him sitting in his kitchen and drinking tea and me being elsewhere. Not sure if we were really speaking in astral or I sensed his nature so good that I knew all his responces. But anyways during our live meeting he repeated sometimes the whole passages of that conversations. It drove me crazy. Never experienced something like that - thi skind of closeness. I thought that it is it. The miracle of love. Fuck! He was my mirror but not of my chocolaty side. And then I met someone with whom I also shared a perception in the same miraculeous way but he was a mirror of my better side. I know, it´s a very simplified interpretation, but I have no other explanation at the moment. And you think you can experience something like that once in 10 lifes if at all, and then you have this shit just one after another. The other thing that I found was truth, or rather... lies. and illusions. Which I started to see more clearly. Not that I didn´t see them before. Just... the universe, in which you can always add one, needs to be filled with some shit, shouldn´t it? But what I started to see was, that it shouldn´t be necessarily filled with shit.. It is even stupid and absurd what we are doing.

House shopping? Is it a kind of fetiche?

I always found you.

Wow, guys... happy for you both And a little proud of myself, that I contributed a little by recommending you German guys, @Preety_India ?

I don´t know. I couldn´t sleep till the concert starts. I had to work!

But of course this all is not important. At all. Minor stuff. Compared to what is going on in Afghanistan ??? I read a lot about Afghanistan. I also knew some, because they studied in my univiersity in Ukraine. My daughter had a an afghan boy in her class, she had that special face, when she told me, she wished she had a brother like him. The boy changed schools every half a year, because his family constantly moved. A threat of deportation? They walked by foot to Pakistan lived there for half a year, then they walked by foot to Turkey, lived there for a year. Then Europe. By foot from Greece to Germany. The boy spoke all the possible languages, also pretty good German almost as good as Germans. He did for my daughter home works in Spanish, and she got only "excellent". Because he went also in Spain to school. I hope, they are still in Europe, otherwise it doesn´t look good for them. The afghans that I knew were peacefull, patient, quiet, intelligent.

Our new CFO seems to be an idiot. The readbeard could persuade him no to do some idiotic thing, which he wanted to enforce on us. The precious moments, when I loved a redbeard. He is not stupid, just very stiff and conservative. What the new CFO wanted was to divide our corporation into functions and calculate every month the profit/loss per function, like: Total profit: 100 - production: -10 - sales: 50 - R&D: 30 - management: 30 I have never heard something as crazy as that - completely artificial and absurd. The costs are ok. But there is no way to devide a revenue in a fair logical way. The implementation and complexity would take a lot of time and resources. For what? The potential conflicts - costs pushing and revenue pulling between the functions... Everyone was frustrated. But luckily readbeard could prevent this disaster.

@Preety_India Maybe you´ve stuck in a pattern? Abuse has been a form of interaction with the most closest, dearest and loved person from your early years - your mother. Maybe you are even subconsciuosly looking for abusers and attract them? Plus cultural frame of your country, where the abusive behavour towards women is more or less normal. I don´t know what to recommend. It´s difficult to break the pattern. Please don´t let anybody to behave towards you in this manner. It´s not normal, it´s not right. If we don´t resist, how shold they ever know, that it´s not acceptible? The change of cultural frame and leaving your mother woulf help, I think, to chage this pattern in your head, what is normal and what is not. We all have our patterns. My pattern is that I should be someone else to deserve love. Not that my mother didn´t love me. She did. But always in spite of. Good mother - bad daughter, never capable to become one of that sweet, jolly, talented princesses.

@Preety_India I see. I know this type of guys, behaving like assholes to make everyone insecure and dominate. Beleive me, there are enough of them also among german bosses. No direct sexual harassment in Germany but still these guys "fuck" everyone - females and males. I still beleive that they have as much power as people give to them. You gave to him the power, so that he felt confirmed in his shitty behavour and will use it again and again. These guys cannot fire everyone, somebody has to do the work, and even if, look, you have survived.

@Preety_India But Preety, why did you give him the power, which he didn´t have in the given situation? He wanted something from you and not vice versa. That´s why you felt humiliated, because you imagined he had power over you but he didn´t, you just imagined it. I was in similiar situations. My boss like: Let´s have a drive for an hour and have fun. And me so: Nice. But thank you, no. I was rather concerned no to let him feel too humiliated. Mabe you should stop to take people too seriously? Try to see people around you, how insecure and funny they are. That boss for example. He was small, but had always such an important appearance and it looked really funny. Sometimes I did him some compliments, like he is the best enterpreneur and the smartest businessman, and you could leterally see, how he blew up like a balloon. I just couldn´t take him seriously.