#assignment help cyprus

[ms0milk]

pitch in a teapot

sanemi x inn keeper

reader has a business to run and sanemi can't help but watch you do it well, barking orders, teaching firmly, smiling and scurrying around like a fancy little bell. There's something he's been trying to get out of you all afternoon but chores keep stealing you away. cw MDNI, frustrated thunderstorm quickie, reader w vagina + penetration, slight manhandling, desperation and a little bit of sass. 4.1k

thank you so much my darling @neiptune for requesting a little sanemi this @ficsforgaza season! you were so generous and patient waiting for this to come out, I hope you enjoy angel

Six bowls of soup upstairs and an old man somewhere in the bowels of the inn with a limp and half a shoe. Right, okay, send two girls to the garden– no. One to the garden and one to the kitchen. That’s dinner taken care of as long as the scholar with the fat pony– donkey, maybe– doesn’t regurgitate an encore of the rakugo performance that couldn’t have been funny in the first place.

You roll the sleeves of your apron slightly tighter in their tasuki. The cyprus walls of your inn bleed fragrance before summer thunderstorms so you make a mental note too, to order storm doors for the second floor before the clouds go black and blue. Incensed breeze, juniper, wisteria, paper windows, one foot, the next, again, each step down the wooden hallway is a quiet knock. Each summer at home is heavier, heavier, and this year is the flood.

“Oi.”

“Not my name,” you blow from the corner of your mouth without changing pace. That breath was ready to jump off your lip before the demon slayer even called out to you; he hates doing nothing and hates even more what great pains your staff take to avoid his room.

“It reeks.”

“Excuse me?” You huff and this time do turn enough to interrogate him via glare. Sanemi, ridiculous, folds his arms in the doorway of a very nice room, a too nice room, without any of the appropriate embarrassment of someone who has been lying in wait. The stippled blue pattern of his robes doesn’t suit him. They clash with his ugly scars and uglier attitude but don't keep him from wearing the chest wide open like a well paid rent boy.

“Stinks.”

“Whatever of, princess?”

He growls and drops his arms as you brace for the lecture, “Demons.”

His heart is incapable of peace and yours with it, and every summer he’s assigned a post in your mountains by a master you’ve never met and who couldn’t possibly be sane themself. Four years of this. Four years of twelve weeks of sixteen-hour-days of the world’s most neurotic demon slayer.

“The whole property is wide open for any fuck to attack.”

You adjust your grip on a slender bucket handle and the cloth in your other arm and continue back downhall, “You always say that.”

“I’m always right,” he nags and pushes free of his bedroom.

You met Sanemi when you were sixteen and still working under your parents. He was a brand new hashira then and prone to fist fights, spitfire, bloodshed. Nothing special. Nothing new. Hashira come and die and new hashira come again. They arrive in flashbangs and ego and leave like everyone else, in pieces.

Your parents were calm, they had peace and practice, they ran this inn, they welcomed Sanemi with his summer floods. They loved him, took his counsel and died by it, and they probably wouldn’t have lost an old man inside the house. But this is your inn now. They aren’t here anymore and at your inn sometimes old men get misplaced.

“And what would you like me to do about all that, sir?”

The hashira keeps an easy military pace behind you, “The gardens need to be reinforced and–”

“Nine acres of wisteria arbor need reinforcement? Yeah I’ll get right on that.”

“The storm will take out ha–!”

“And the other half will hold until autumn. Go berate the kitchen staff for their unpreparedness– they’re all unarmed you know? Totally unprofessional.”

“Y/n–”

“Shinazugawa,” you spin and it all comes out as a threat, a hiss, instead of just a whisper so much so that the water in your bucket nips up your sleeve. “I am the lady of this establishment and you will not address me so familiarly.”

Dark cyprus, cool hallways, the undeniable scent of thunder. Sanemi rests his hand on his sword to glare like he does when his hands don’t quite know what to do with themselves. His eyes roam, quiet under long lilly lashes until they have traced the shapes your tasuki makes with your waist and rise again to your gaze. “We’re not fucking finished.”

“Go eat,” you snap and turn back down the hallway, red at the ears. Lady of the establishment, great job.

Feet aren’t complicated, bone to tendon, tendon to muscle, muscle to skin, one step and another. You tilt your head back and an eager girl rises to wipe sweat from your temple.

“Like this,” you hum and tilt the old man’s heel in your palm. He winces but lets you continue while the girl stares on. “When the skin is split like this it can’t receive moisture– sorry sir, better?” You set his foot on the hammock of cloth between your thighs, “So you need to soak it first before applying salve. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” the girl parrots, still unable to look away.

“Yes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You smile through an eye roll but gesture for her to come sit beside you. You’ve been like this since he’s met you, too old for your body.

You’ll train anyone who asks, hire any runaway girl, absorb the cost of thieves when runaways are exactly that, and you will wash old men’s feet before eating dinner with the self preservation of a samurai. Famously long-lived, those. Sanemi has to look away when you take scissors to the gnarled yellow nails and almost covers his ears when your pupil starts asking you questions about it.

“Feels good right?” You chuckle at the man’s response to your ministrations, and then a little louder, when you realize just how seriously the girl beside you is trying to focus. Birdsong. “Do you have companions on your pilgrimage, sir?” He shakes his head.

You lean away again so the girl can dab your brow and push back stray hairs and turn back to explain overdetailed care instructions to this man who is obviously so embarrassed he can’t hear a word you’re saying. Something about tallow and socks, Sanemi tries to read the syllables off your lips and loses focus the second time your teeth catch damp and pillowed pink.

The man seated in front of you grumbles some and flexes a few fingers around his cane like old men do, but doesn’t protest your instructions. He nods instead of thanking you like a real tough guy.

“Fetch a new pair of sandals from the garden shed,” you instruct your girl who bolts up and out the door past Sanemi without so much as a breath. “And you,” you turn back to your patient, “keep the nails short, you hear?”

He nods again, increasingly avoidant of eye contact. Sanemi tenses in the dark outside the guest’s complimentary room and hates ungrateful fucks enough for both of you.

“And don’t skip any more meals.” 

The man’s wrinkled skin unfolds at his eyes and he pulls his legs back underneath him. You dry your hands after scrubbing clean in a soapy pot and stand to collect your tools. “I couldn’t find you this evening and I hate to lose track of my guests at mealtime.”

You are going to feed every stray you find until the economy collapses. Peasant monks, pickpockets– you’d put up a demon if its stomach growled. After too many unnoticed minutes watching you, following the white x between your patterned shoulders, eating your voice, warming the hallway, you finally pick out Sanemi’s eyes in the dark behind the sliding door. He’s waiting for you. You clear your throat for the broke old pilgrim one last time, “You don’t owe any money. Do not skip meals.” And bid him a wordless good night. The door cracks shut behind you. It isn’t late enough for sunset. Thunderstorms make it so dark so quickly and they mask the scent of blood with all their rain and iron. “What is it?” You deadpan and shuffle towards the stairs with all the confidence in the world a tenured hashira will work to keep up with you.

“Not fucking finishied with you,” Sanemi grunts, working to keep up with you. The apron over your service kimono forces your hips to sway in tight little circles and Sanemi sucks his teeth. He doesn’t look away.

Through the hallway and down the servant stairs, socks on polished wood, you tap, tap, tap nimbly to your next assignment. The room below radiates heat and life. “What do you want?” you whisper.

“I–” he slips barefoot on the slick last step into the kitchen and you stumble in your newly damp right sock. “Euh, I–”

“Mimiko!”

“Lady?”

“Wet.” You point behind you, palming Sanemi out of the way, and a free washerwoman dives for the spot with the rag tucked into her belt. The kitchen rages silently in the easternmost corner of the mansion; men and women sweat over donabe, rinse their body weights in rice, and beat little fires with littler fans. Two women and a boy linger just outside the paper door in clothes that match yours for formality and Sanemi assumes as he weaves through the bustle, that they are responsible for bringing food to customers and for doing everything they can not to sweat through their pretty borrowed uniforms. Your own kimono is purple tonight, a cool little shape bobbing nimbly between flames.

Sanemi opens his mouth to shout after you and shuts it again just as quickly to grind his teeth instead as you lift your apron over your head. You let a girl feed you a spoonful of something on your way out of the room and she wiggles when you nod several times before ducking through the door.

Laundry next, then a double check of the firewood cache and the whole while Sanemi occupies your shadow. A few times you hiss over your shoulder at him for looking so gruff, for looking like a bodyguard, for making your customers imagine your distrust of them, always you bite back before he can get more than a few words out but mostly you just scurry in preparation for the storm picking up warm wind outside.

You avoid the entrance with him so close in tow, armed and obstinate, but make a show of circling both tatami halls where guests come after dinner on rainy nights to stretch and smoke by the brazier with strangers. A female musician trills her koto. The sky hasn’t let loose a single drop of rain yet but wet hangs like a fog and thunder scents the air ahead of its arrival. As Sanemi trails the outer walkway of the mansion behind you, the sky bleeds with the last of day’s light in the cracks between bruised and racing storm clouds.

“Second floor secure?” You confirm with the men slotting thick panels into grooves where paper doors usually go. They nod in their white uniforms. Beyond the porches, beyond the east garden and its fat green vegetables, beyond dogwood trees and sarusuberi and maples that have begun to tremble violently in winds buffeted by humidity and nightfall, the wisteria arbor glows. You radiate a cool purple pull beside him just like your flowers.

The arbor surrounds the property on all sides for half a mile and all three paths away from the house are barred by gates of twisting wisteria vine. The inn belongs to your family, but does not serve Ubuyashiki. Theirs is not the only house that discovered a use for these flowers. Yours is not the only wisteria business in the country. 

“Do you see that?” You murmur at so much the same tone as the wind that Sanemi almost cannot hear you.

Three years ago he left before the end of summer, called away to investigate a massacre nearby. A tree fell that season. It crushed a straight path through the edge of the mountain forest and onto your property where, lured by so much blood and wine, a pair of sister demons descended through the broken orchard and devoured everyone who wasn’t fast enough to hide in the flowers like the slayer suggested they should in an emergency. Your parents evacuated the house and died in it with the guests who couldn’t walk on their own. Nestled under three braided vines at the far edge of the property, you listened to them die.

The winds kick up sand from your vegetable garden and you step off the porch into the start of the storm. Tiny and purple. “Y/n!” Sanemi lunges for you. His sword whips the meat of his thigh and you step out of his way before he can grab any part he intended to. The men on the porch watch you both scramble through the backyard. You snap at the strange guest and duck when he swings a hand towards you, hop in your sandals when he tries to trip you into his arms and dart away like a dragonfly.

“Get back here!”

“Go inside!”

“Y/n!”

“How dare you!”

“Motherfucking, Y/n!” 

“That’s enough!” You bark and twist back towards the garden shed. Your pupil left the door wide open and all its shining tools caught your eye across the yard. Sanemi was staring when you stepped outside. His eyes feel like beads of sweat on the few bare parts of you. His gaze is all teeth on the back of your neck.

With all but one storm door up, not a single guest can hear the ruckus you two kick up outside in the prologue of the storm. “It’s about to pour!”

“Then go join the other guests!” You shout through a particularly violent breeze and you have to grip to the break in your kimono closed. He does not. By the time you lay a winded hand on the wall of the shed, it has started to rain.

A silencing wall of water falls from the back of the property straight towards you. It kills dust clouds in its path and paints every surface soaked in a perfectly straight line. Sanemi rushes from behind and nearly lifts you off your feet to get inside the shed as you watch the supernatural army advance on your home.

“Shit,” he grumbles and winces when the rain overcomes the little shed and splashes off the pavement into his face. He pulls you deeper inside and you jolt. The first crack of thunder is a scream that shakes the ground, “Scared of thunder now?”

“Scared of my profit margins, you oaf.”

Under his shoulder you are glaring at the storm between this shitty stuffy shed and your business. You are so small and wrapped so tightly in layer after layer of fabric. It must be hot. The damp drips down his open chest and thighs, it frizzes his hair at his ears. You must be sweating somewhere in that formal getup. Wet glistens at the curled little hairs on the back of your neck where the skin is just barely visible and it sparkles under your high collar.

“I can’t walk back inside soaked,” you groan, “there’s not enough time to change before final rounds.”

Sanemi takes his hand off his sword. There must be damp parts of you hiding from him. He brushes his knuckle up the bare skin of your neck, across your throat, and you falter slightly.

“Sanemi–”

“Nuh uh, don’t address me so familiarly,” he smirks and cups your cheek in his big hand when you jerk around.

“That’s not–!”

“Not what?” He smiles now, and drops his hand back to his sword so that you might find your own weapon and finish the fight. Four years of this.

You shove a finger into his chest, “You’re such a clingy fuck Shinazugawa,” and shout a little because you know the thunder will hide it. A sudden gust blows the sheet of rain sideways and straight inside the open door of the garden shed, up your dress and down his robes and through your prettily pinned hair. “Y/n this, y/n that, I’m busy Sanemi, I’m stuck in a shed! You’re the only one who calls me and people think we’re fucking! You want my attention you have it so please tell me all about the demons that’re gonna slurp up my customers and fuck my taxes to shit and–”

The door creaks in Sanemi’s hands even through the oceanic sounds of storm when he begins to close it. He nods as you get louder, nods as he slides the door closed and flicks the latch.

“Do not,” you growl, “there’s five thousand–”

“Five thousand little bitches in there lost without direction? They’re fine, Y/n.”

“Don’t call me that here.”

“They’ll survive, little lady.”

You spit, “not better.” And the new humidity of the closed shed begins to swallow you whole. It fills your throat. “What about all the demons you’ve been crying about?”

“You’re such a cocky cuss.”

“And you’re needy,” you taunt. It’s Sanemi’s turn to wince and his frustration starts to drip from all those places he shoves it away from you. He's been gentle with you since that summer. He lets you interrupt him, he follows where you go. “I watched you check perimeters this morning, you don’t need to talk to me about demons.”

“Eyes everywhere huh?” His throat is pink, “Lady of the house.”

You grin and pull him by the loops of his robe into your tiny purple kiss, “Shut up.”

“M’lady,” he growls against your lips and succumbs.

Four years of stolen touches, lips on damp summer skin, coming out of empty rooms too ruffled and pulling the hashira between your legs without disturbing the folds of your work kimono. “Don’t call me that either,” your breath hisses against his throat like an iron and he drops his sword quickly to gather you in his arms.

Too much fabric. Shovels and shears clatter against the floor and one another when the thunder shakes their little house again, and they tremble at every thump and roll of your body against Sanemi’s. He pulls your hips against his and guides your legs around his waist so he can sink into those soft parts of you. So he can tilt his head back to look up at you, so you can pour your kisses down his throat like wine.

You drag your nails up the back of his head when he offers his tongue to your lips, biting, suckling, drawing out gentle sounds and eating them before they compete with the rain outside. Where his hips dig into your own the folds of your skirt fall apart. Legs that glisten with sweat and rain part nicely for him and his own robes grow clingy with exertion where he grinds hard against you. Every subtle roll breaks your concentration in kisses, in lips sliding, begging with salvia and rainwater. His hands cup your cheeks, thighs, the collar of your kimono shudders open for him when he dips to suck bruises under your jaw and the swordsman’s hand loses control as he grips your belt to free you from all this formality. He’ll press crescents into your breasts, he’ll lower his tongue through your peach sweet folds and drink until you cry– but you pull his head back with a sharp yank of your wrist.

Your breath comes in clouds. The inn glows with candlelight across the yard but the light through the shed’s window is too weak. Welts of lighting illuminate the flush of your chest and cheeks. Two seconds of bright and twelve of dark warmth, shaking swirling thunder and then only rain. Sweat rolls from your temples and into the depths of your kimono. It’s been days since he’s had you like this and longer since you’ve had true privacy, others a whole yard away.

You can’t be gone long, he knows. Staff watched you race in here together, watched him shut the door, he knows he knows, he just can’t put you down yet. He leans in for another kiss and you let him fall close enough for his chest to crush yours before pulling back on his hair again.

“Y/n,” he’s suddenly not above begging but you hold his gaze tight. You watch him as your hand slips between the place your bodies meet. Pretty fingers reach for the heat between his legs. Pretty knuckles ghost over the swell of his robes and draw the fabric aside instead of ordering he bring you back inside. Sanemi’s cock perks up in free air as high as this position will let it and rests heavy under the swell of your ass.

He kisses you again, toothy and smiling and when you kiss him back your sharpest teeth clink together. He ruts into your desperation against the wall, harder than the rain, harder than the wind that threatens to blow your shed away and you with it. Obviously he wouldn’t let it but the thought that nature might be jealous of the rumple you made of each other drives him harder against you. Slipping, cock hard and suddenly shifted up against the hair under your belly. Peach fuzz yields to warm slick and Sanemi drops his head to your chest when he shudders to avoid whimpering into your mouth. He slips through your folds with a tight hold still under your thighs and drags himself up, down, up, hypnotized always by the faces you make when you’re trying to keep quiet.

The scars across his body are forever numb, but when your clammy hands paw is his chest he swears he can smell color. He can touch light when you pull his face back to yours frantically, when your hips with all their fabric flowing off of them buck sloppily against his, when he thrusts once deeply inside of you and forces a broken gasp from the back of your throat.

Before you can catch your breath your lips have crashed against his and his hips against yours. Sanemi keeps the relentless, restless, starving pace you like and knows he’ll last only the next few minutes before the worst of the storm blows over. Again and again he carves a palace for himself inside of you. You guide him with the falter of your kisses when he finds that perfect spot and with the slick that coats both of your thighs. Your voice escapes you in choked whimpers, his name comes out in hiccups. You’re a little bell in his arms folded in half and singing for him.

Again and again, out and so deep back inside, Sanemi’s feet grip the floor as he plunges his hips into yours and both of your bodies into the swelling wood walls. His rhythm staggers as you flutter around him and with his head against your shoulder he watches the circles you draw on your clit with the tips of four clumsy fingers as your other hand muffles your voice. He grabs that quieting wrist without thinking and without taking his eyes off the place your bodies connect with lewd squelches and sticky white threads. His threatening grip, his thick cock and your fingers push you right over the lip of your pleasure and fluttering becomes milking spasms quicker than Sanemi can think to treat you gently. That half-sobbing voice he loves so much cheers him towards his own climax and the more sensitive you grow the easier it is to coax those sounds out of you that you try to keep hidden, “Don’t– don’t be so quiet.”

“Inside,” you whisper in reply and draw his face into your hands as his pounding stutters in pace and loses all flow completely under your dreamy gazes. Sanemi can’t keep his eyes open when he cums. His pretty lilly lashes flutter with lost concentration. He shudders, ruts you deeper into the wall and groans with release as he fills those swollen wet parts of you. Warmth pools in your belly and trickles off his cock still buried. Sweat falls like the rain outside.

“Wanna taste,” Sanemi rumbles without setting you down or stilling his thrusts fully. He nuzzles somehow farther into the dip of your collarbones. Soft snow white hair, a heartbeat in the fingers that grip you. Every twitch of his hips is a starving ache.

“C'mon,” you grin, “dinner’ll get cold.”

“Let me taste you.”

“Sanemi, what will I eat if you eat me?”

“Have a few ideas,” he smiles back through the trembling of the shed in encores of thunder and gale. A leak tip tap tip taps nearby. Four years of this, maybe more.

[blacklist-notary]

#64: The Cyprus Agency

Synopsis: Reddington gives Liz a case about an adoption agency that deals in trafficked children. Liz - who sees this assignment as being particularly on-the-nose, given that she's in the middle of adopting a child with Tom - calls Reddington out on his bullshit. This case is specifically targeted towards her to drive a wedge between her and her husband; she calls it, and she's not happy. But regardless, she takes the case - because again, children are being trafficked.

This ends up being one of the most squeamish episodes of the season due to its topics of abduction, sex trafficking and the violation of bodily autonomy and reproductive rights. It's extremely unpleasant.

Thoughts: I wasn't 100% sure what this episode was about until I saw the cold open. As soon as I saw the first few seconds, it all came flooding back to me. The Cyprus Agency is such a fucked episode of the show because of the sort of sick topics it handles - there's *something* of an outlandish twist, but even that hits way too close to home to really be comfortable.

It's kind of funny how this episode reminds me of an episode of Boston Legal - I can't even divulge that show's relevant episode because it can give away the twist of this one, but at this point of the Boston Legal season, the show has had this run of episodes where some bastard of a character has a moment of vulnerability that shows where their bad behaviour came from - and in response to these sob stories, the show actively shines a sympathetic or morally grey light on their actions.

This episode of Boston Legal has a guy do something truly heinous, and he gives his little Freudian speech and implicitly asks for the sympathy of his lawyers - and they just tell him to get therapy and fuck off. It's a great moment, especially after prior episodes played into the intended cliche unironically.

This episode is like a darker take on what that guy does. It's just kinda sick, and you can't justify it away.

Let's put the TV shenanigans aside and get real: people, usually women, do get abducted. Human trafficking happens. You see posts pointing out stuff like fake job offers that can lead to people being abducted and trafficked - people go missing, people die. That's real. That happens out there.

This episode of the Blacklist, subsequently, plays on some of the darkest fears that a person can have about being abducted. There's so much pointed language that I want to use to really express the horror of this episode, but that's all I can muster without a trigger warning.

Considering that the concern around the Cyprus Agency regards kids being kidnapped from around the world and "sold" to unsuspecting adoptive parents in America, you can probably see how dark this episode is going to get. And you might think you know what I'm trying to imply in saying that - but maybe I'm burying the lead a little. Regardless of all that, though, what I can tell you is that this is easily one of the most uncomfortable episodes of the show to this point. It's fucked.

Reddington's plot in this episode - once again continuing his hunt for the mole who opened the Post Office up to a violent invasion - is in the background. His main role in this episode is mostly to sow doubt in Liz's mind about having kids with Tom. And let's not mince words here: it's explicitly an attempt by him to fuck with her homelife! She even sees right through it, and she tells him that to his face!

It helps to have Liz acknowledge how blatant it is, because there's always been this sort of plausible deniability around whether Reddington's actions are meant to be disrupting Elizabeth's home-life. I guess the cat is out of the bag ever since the end of episode 10, where Red outright tells her not to trust her husband - he clearly has a dog in this fight - but even then, this case is so blatantly manipulative and on the nose that the show just has to acknowledge it.

To finish off this recap, I want to talk a bit about Gordon Lightfoot. I know very little about him outside of some VERY specific information about a tiny sliver of his music, but I'm endlessly passionate about the little bit of knowledge I do have. As I edit this post, I just saw an outstanding pair of videos about Lightfoot from Rick Beato, and he really hammers in how good his music is.

I mostly know one of his songs, which is called If You Could Read My Mind. It was covered by a guy named Jonathan Coulton for an adult-contemporary cover album he made. Other songs from that album including Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelbert, The Things We Do For Love by 10cc and Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty - it's a great listen, check out "Some Guys" by Johnathan Coulton if you're interested.

Gordon Lightfoot's music ends up being a bit of a recurring motif in the show. In this episode, it's the song "Sundowner". My understanding is that it's a song that Lightfoot wrote while his wife was out at a party, and he was incredibly jealous and seething about it; in his rage, he wrote this song addressing some hypothetical gentleman caller where if Gordon ever caught him, there would be some Trouble. You'd better watch out if you're creeping around here, because you'll get more than you ever bargained for.

It's not exactly surprising, then, that he would write a song like If You Could Read My Mind about a deteriorating marriage. There's a particularly nasty line in that latter song that states "if you read between the lines, you'll notice I'm just trying to understand the feelings that you lack"; he would actually change that line in the future after one of his kids spoke to him about it, saying that Lightfoot wasn't exactly a saint when the divorce was all said and done. The line ultimately became "I'm just trying to understand the feelings that we lack".

The point being - a lot of the negative traits I've just described about Gordon Lightfoot's music can be applied to the character of Raymond Reddington. He's paranoid, he's angry, he's violent. If you cross him, he will retaliate violently. He's romantic and poetic, but he's undeniably bitter inside. And it's for this exact reason that Sundowner - a song about taking a dishonest person and making a violent example of them - scores the scene in which Reddington concludes his mole hunt.

And so, in some pockets of the fanbase, Red is associated with Gordon Lightfoot.

I have another theory that I'll cover in my next SpoilerBomb post. But for now, I just wanted to emphasise this particular needle drop. When you hear a song by Gordon Lightfoot on the Blacklist, the scene is going to be extremely significant. It is in this episode, and if Gordon Lightfoot appears again, you can bet on the possibility that it's going to be closely tied to Raymond Reddington.

So yeah. Sorry for the infodump, but this episode is extremely harrowing and this incredibly niche music topic is the one other thing that I can elaborate on. It's a good episode, but I think you need kind of a strong stomach to handle this one. Viewer beware - it is a truly fucked episode of television.

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Revealed: America’s secret special forces flights to Israel from UK base on Cyprus

The US military has been flying covert planes to Israel from RAF Akrotiri since the bombing of Gaza began, Declassified has discovered.

Unmarked planes are being used by US forces to fly from Cyprus to Israel, including as recently as June 26

The aircraft are believed to be used by highly secretive 427th Special Operations Squadron and the CIA

Declassified also finds 26 huge US military transport planes have landed at UK base on Cyprus, believed to be carrying weapons for Israel

Revelations could further implicate British ministers in war crimes

The US Air Force has been sending unmarked planes from Britain’s base on Cyprus to Israel since it began bombing Gaza, it can be revealed. The planes are all C-295 and CN-235 aircraft, which are believed to be used by American special forces.  Declassified has found 18 of these aircraft which have gone from the sprawling British air base on Cyprus, RAF Akrotiri, to Israel’s coastal city Tel Aviv since October 7.

[...]

Asked in May how many US Air Force (USAF) flights had taken off from the base since October 7, defence minister Leo Docherty said: “The Ministry of Defence does not comment on the operations of our Allies.” But Declassified discovered the unmarked planes that flew from Akrotiri to Israel from November to June have a serial number showing they are operated by the USAF. Most of these journeys had the flight number GONZO62.

[...]

The new information could further implicate British ministers in war crimes in Gaza. In November 2023, a US military official revealed that American special forces were stationed in Israel and “actively helping the Israelis”.

[...]

Most of the unmarked planes show that they were recently at Fayetteville, North Carolina, which is home to Fort Liberty, the largest US Army base by population with nearly 50,000 active-duty soldiers. Formerly called Fort Bragg, it is home to the 1st Special Forces Command (Airborne) which ���assigns, equips, trains, certifies, and validates [Army Special Operations Forces] Soldiers and units to conduct global operations”. The Pentagon says this unit is “the most adaptable and capable enabling force in the United States military.”

[clatterbane]

I had another routine endocrinology check-in appointment the other day, this time with a different specialist nurse. The doctor I had been seeing here left and apparently moved back to Cyprus (I knew she was going not long after my last appointment), so I apparently got shuffled over to a different team. The next appointment up, whenever that is, will evidently be with that other doctor. At least they are assigning one per case there, instead of "you'll see whoever is available on the day, and better act suitably grateful for it". It's still a crapshoot, but at least not a fresh one every single time you go in.

Anyway, as always I went in halfway expecting a bitch-out session. Crammed full of weird assumptions about everything that I must be Doing Wrong as a substitute for actual help, however divorced from reality those assumptions might be. (Not least, by just being a lazy fat whiny American. I mean, I am very obviously American.)

Note: This has never actually happened at this clinic, to date. Thankfully, they did not ruin that record at this appointment. I was also going in without much for anyone else to complain about.

What I actually got: Surprise at how unexpectedly good all my numbers were looking, now that I am getting appropriate treatment. With a quick review to make sure I had all the prescriptions I needed until they want me back, and to make sure I didn't have any particular questions. Went away in maybe 15 minutes (5 of that spent waiting for a quick in-office HbA1c finger stick test), with a sadly gratifying"You're doing great! Don't change anything!"

Funny how that works when you're actually getting the tools you need to manage things, eh? 🙄

(I was unsurprised that the quick A1c came back at 4.3 / 23, which was actually the highest so far over the past few years of regular testing but still well into the "unexpectedly low even for a nondiabetic" range. My CGM data has been estimating it at a more plausible 5.5-5.6 based on blood sugar readings, which is still in "nondiabetic levels of control" territory. There has consistently been something screwy going on there since I was initially dx'ed 15+ years ago, with implausibly low A1c numbers the whole time. They have been trying to figure out what might be affecting my red blood cell/hemoglobin turnover here--thus, some of the extra blood tests the last endo kept running. Still haven't figured it out, since there are so many things that can possibly influence that in one direction or the other. My best guess is that at least part of it is related to the Gilbert's, with the naturally high bilirubin. Anemia probably hasn't been doing that much good, either. Though I think that has improved with the iron supplements the endo actually gave me. Whatever might be behind the hemoglobin weirdness, it's been going on for many years and hasn't killed me yet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Anyway, I was more relieved than I should have ever needed to be at how that appointment went. Here's hoping that the different doctor they've assigned me to won't be a complete dick either.

[kidicarusstuff]

Hey guys! It's Sunday! So you know what that means!!

IT'S OC SUNDAY!!

And this time, I'll show you my characters that are, Darius, Icarus, Aphrodite, and Hades!

Here's one of my drawings shown below. Honestly, it's not that great, but I tried my best 😅

Unlike Blake and Dawn, I created these guys more recently, around last year in college, for an assignment called "the four elements." With the story being set in Cyprus during Ancient Greece, Darius is told by the soul of Icarus, who escaped from the underworld, that Hades is planning to control Cyprus with the four elemental jewels. Luckily, Darius has the help of Aphrodite and Icarus, who join him to fulfil his prophecy.

For this story, I got heavily inspired by Genshin Impact and Kid Icarus: Uprising😅

❤️✨️❤️✨️

Anyhoo... here's some more info about this group!!

Darius:

Age: 15 (Immortal by being the air god)

Darius is strong-willed, optimistic, and caring as the new air god. Along with this, he is a very kind-hearted person who cares about people, mortals, and gods alike. However, he can be a perfectionist and can also overthink his newfound responsibilities and powers of being an air god.

🩵🩵🩵

Icarus

Age: Immortal (Chronologically: 13)

A transparent soul that dwells within the Underworld after his tragic fall after flying too close to the sun. Luckily, Icarus escaped to tell Darius about the prophecy of Hades’s plan to control the living with the four elemental jewels and joins him and Aphrodite to stop Hades’s plan. Upbeat and positive, Icarus has an adventurous spirit who loves to try out something new or exciting, with him joining Darius and Aphrodite in defeating Hades. However, even though he is an enthusiastic boy, he can be reckless, rebellious, and arrogant at times.

Fun fact: He's Pit's cousin!! (Mostly because Icarus’s name is in the title.)

🤍🤍🤍

Aphrodite

Age: Immortal (45,000 years old Chronologically)

Compassionate, empathetic, and wise, Aphrodite is caring and gentle to everyone she meets, with her also being beautiful and a hopeless romantic. However, despite her nurturing personality, she is very short tempered and gets jealous easily if any god or mortal says that another God is more beautiful than her, which causes Aphrodite to instantly curse them. She’s also vain, sometimes complimenting herself in one of her mirrors. Despite this, she still cares about the mortals that need her guidance.

🩷🩷🩷

Hades

Age: Immortal (Chronologically 54,000)

Hades is eccentric, eerie, and very unpredictable. A God who loves causing mischief, Hades enjoys making trouble for Darius, Aphrodite, Icarus and the mortals of Cyprus, especially with his plan of controlling Cyprus and the rest of ancient Greece with the four elemental jewels. However, he has a soft side behind his cold exterior and helps lost souls, taking them to the Underworld.

💙🖤💙🖤

And that's all the characters! Yup! All thats all of them! Not as if I got my own versions of the mirror of truth, two clones of Icarus and a Goddess of Chaos and trickery in my story or anything... hehehe...

But if you want to do fanart of my characters, that's fine by me!🥹

(Btw, for Hades, Icarus, and Aphrodite, they're my own interpretation of the Greek myth and characters. And yes, these guys will be kid icarus OCs too... pls send help😭)

[strangethroneeffigy]

From Unable to Withdraw Accounts to Lost Platforms， DJK LLP Reveals Common Types of Binary Options Scams

In recent years, binary options—structured as simple “up or down” bets on asset prices—have gained popularity among global investors. Marketed as high-yield, low-barrier, and easy-to-use tools, these products attracted countless novice investors, especially across Asia, Europe, and Latin America. Unfortunately, scammers have capitalized on this popularity, setting up fake platforms, fabricating profits, and luring users into investing more before disappearing with their funds.

DJK LLP（https://www.djkllp.com/）, a global leader in financial law, has extensive experience in recovering losses from binary options fraud. This article outlines the most common types of scams and how victims can seek legal recourse.

Fake Profits Used to Lure More Investments One of the most common tricks: the investor makes a small initial deposit and sees consistent “profits.” Customer service representatives then encourage larger investments, often offering bonuses or VIP treatment. Once substantial funds are deposited, problems emerge—especially when trying to withdraw.

Platforms Masquerading as Regulated Institutions Scam platforms often impersonate licensed financial institutions, complete with fake licenses, certificates, and highly professional websites. In reality, they are unregulated and beyond any legal oversight. Once funds are transferred, investors lose all control.

Manipulated Trade Outcomes Unlike legitimate platforms that sync with real market data, fake binary options platforms manipulate prices in the backend. If the user bets “up,” prices are rigged to fall. The investor appears to lose through fair trading, when in fact, outcomes are fully controlled.

Withdrawal Blocks and Excessive Hidden Fees When users try to withdraw funds, they are told to pay “taxes,” “verification fees,” or “system upgrades.” Even after paying all charges, withdrawals often fail. The customer service then disappears, and the website vanishes—along with the user’s money.

“Experts” Using Psychological Tactics Fake platforms often assign “advisors” or “analysts” to users. These so-called professionals use technical jargon and fake results to create urgency and build trust. Through platforms like WhatsApp or WeChat, they repeatedly push users to invest more. This psychological manipulation is particularly effective on inexperienced investors.

Social Media “Fishing” and Fake Investment Groups Scammers increasingly use platforms like Facebook, Instagram, Telegram, and WeChat to post high-return ads or pose as attractive “investment influencers.” Once contact is established, victims are led into fake platforms or group chats that simulate success to reinforce credibility and pressure more investments.

Common Victim Misconceptions 1）Early Profits Create False Confidence: Small initial gains dull skepticism.

2）Sunk Cost Fallacy: Victims continue investing to recover prior losses.

3）“One More Payment Will Unlock My Funds”: Victims are strung along by false hope.

How DJK LLP Helps Victims To combat these scams, DJK LLP offers:

1） Investigation and Evidence Collection Using blockchain forensics, IP tracing, and back-end analysis, we gather key evidence to support legal claims.

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4） Customized Legal Recovery Plans Each case is evaluated based on loss amount, evidence strength, and payment method to design the most effective recovery path.

Conclusion Binary options are not inherently illegal, but their misuse by fraudsters demands vigilance. If you face withdrawal issues, unresponsive platforms, or suspicious trading activity, preserve all evidence and consult a legal professional immediately. DJK LLP is here to help you recover from financial fraud with global legal expertise and unwavering dedication to justice.

[mayfairhotel]

Understanding Hotel Star Ratings: Is a 4-Star Stay as Good as 5-Star?

Hotel star ratings provide travellers with an insight into the level of service and quality they can expect. These ratings serve as a guide when choosing accommodation and are assigned based on various factors such as facilities, service, and overall guest experience.

What Are Hotel Star Ratings?

Star ratings are assigned by independent organisations, government bodies, or hospitality associations. Although criteria may differ by country, the following aspects are typically considered:

Facilities: Room size, décor, dining options, and recreational amenities.

Service Quality: Staff professionalism, responsiveness, and guest assistance.

Cleanliness and Maintenance: Overall upkeep and sanitation standards.

Additional Features: Concierge services, spa facilities, and conference rooms.

These evaluations aim to offer a clear picture of what guests can expect, whether they are looking for comfort, luxury, or practical business accommodations.

How Are Star Ratings Determined?

Each rating level has a set of requirements that hotels must meet. For instance, a 3-star hotel might offer standard services and comfortable rooms, while a 5-star hotel provides luxurious amenities and a higher level of personalised service. Ratings are updated periodically to reflect improvements or changes in the property.

Independent assessors visit properties and use detailed checklists. Their observations, combined with guest feedback, help determine a hotel’s star rating. Although there is no universal standard, many European countries adhere to similar guidelines, ensuring a comparable experience for travellers across borders.

Differences Between 4-Star and 5-Star Hotels

A 4-star hotel is designed to provide a high standard of comfort and service. Guests typically enjoy well-appointed rooms, fine dining options, and a range of facilities. In many cases, hotels that focus on offering comprehensive packages can be found among 4 star hotels Paphos all inclusive.

A 5-star hotel, on the other hand, represents the pinnacle of luxury. These properties offer superior quality in every aspect, from personalised services to exquisite architecture and décor. Guests may experience exclusive perks such as butler service, premium toiletries, and access to state-of-the-art leisure facilities.

What to Expect at Different Star Levels

Choosing between a 4-star and a 5-star hotel depends on individual preferences and budget. Some key points to consider include:

Service: While both ratings offer professional service, 5-star hotels often provide additional personalised attention.

Amenities: Luxury facilities such as spas, gourmet restaurants, and concierge services are more prevalent in 5-star establishments.

Cost: 5-star hotels usually come with a higher price tag. Travellers might find that a 4-star property offers excellent value without compromising on comfort.

Travellers looking for a complete package can explore options at all inclusive hotels Cyprus Paphos. Families seeking comfortable accommodation and child-friendly facilities may prefer selections among family hotels Cyprus Paphos.

Making the Right Choice

When choosing your accommodation, consider what aspects are most important for your stay. A 4-star hotel can be an excellent choice for those who appreciate a high standard of service and quality amenities without the premium costs associated with 5-star properties.

In conclusion, understanding hotel star ratings empowers guests to make informed decisions that suit their needs and budgets. Both 4-star and 5-star properties offer outstanding experiences, but the final choice depends on the specific requirements and preferences of the traveller. Selecting the right hotel can greatly enhance the overall holiday experience, making each stay memorable and enjoyable.

The author offers expert travel insights tailored for Cyprus visitors. They guide you through securing a tourist visa and understanding hotel star ratings to choose the perfect accommodation. Experience the best in comfort and luxury at our hotel. For exclusive deals and personalized service, visit: https://mayfairhotelgardens.com/

[orthodoxydaily]

SAINTS&READING: SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2025

february 9_february 22

The Saturday of the Dead.

HIEROMARTYRS MARCELLUS , BISHOP OF SCILY; PHILAGRIUS , BISHOP OF CYPRUS,AND PANCRATIUS BISHOP OF TAORMINA; DISCIPLES OF APOSTLE PETER (1st c.).

The Hieromartyrs Marcellus, Philagrius and Pancratius were disciples of the holy Apostle Peter and were made bishops by him: Saints Marcellus of Sicily, Philagrius of Cyprus, and Pancratius of Taormina. They were put to death for spreading the faith of Christ among the pagans.

UNCOVERING OF THE RELICS OF St TIKHON PATRIARCH OF MOSCOW AND ALL RUS (1992)

As widely reported, 2017 marked the 100th Anniversary of the Election and Enthronement of Saint Tikhon as Patriarch of Moscow during the All-Russian Church Council. His Beatitude, Metropolitan Tikhon and a delegation representing the Orthodox Church in America departed for Moscow on Thursday, November 30, 2017, to participate in the celebration of this ever-memorable occasion that directly relates to the life of the Church in Russia and America since Saint Tikhon served as Bishop and later Archbishop of North America from 1898 until 1907, when he returned to his homeland.

2017 also marked the 25th Anniversary of the discovery and recovery of the relics of Saint Tikhon, which were secured after his death in Moscow's Donskoy Monastery.

Saint Patriarch Tikhon fell asleep in the Lord on April 7, 1925. He had suffered greatly during the years of turmoil and persecution that followed the Russian Revolution. He was laid to rest in the monastery's small "winter" cathedral. Subsequently the monastery was closed and repurposed, and the relics of Saint Tikhon were moved for safe keeping.

The Donskoy Monastery subsequently was returned to the Church and has been restored. It was on Saturday, February 22, 1992, that Saint Tikhon's relics were discovered, hidden deep beneath the floor of the small cathedral.

Just weeks before this joyous event, Protopresbyter Daniel Hubiak and Matushka Dunia arrived in Moscow as the Orthodox Church in America's first Representative to the Russian Orthodox Church. Little did they realize then that they would witness the recovery of Saint Tikhon's relics on that cold February afternoon.

Both Father Daniel and Matushka Dunia wrote first-hand accounts of the discovery of Saint Tikhon's relics, now enshrined in the Donskoy Monastery's main cathedral.

In conjunction with the Anniversary of Saint Tikhon's Enthronement in 1917, we offer the Hubiaks' accounts of the discovery of Saint Tikhon's relics.

Account of Matushka Dunia Hubiak

It is Saturday, February 22, 1992, in Moscow. Father Dan and I are living at the Danilovsky Hotel. We arrived in Moscow a month ago for Father Dan to begin his new assignment as Representative of the Orthodox Church in America to the Russian Orthodox Church (The Moscow Patriarchate).

Because no church was yet designated as our Representation Church, Father Dan would call Father Matfey Stadniuk on Saturday mornings to be told where he was to be for the Vigil and Divine Liturgy that weekend (usually at the Patriarchal Cathedral). This Saturday morning (February 22) Father Matfey could not be reached. Finally, around noon he answered the phone and told Father Dan to be at the Donskoy Monastery for a special service at 2:00 p.m.

The receptionists at the hotel (who were always very helpful) ordered a car and driver for us, and off we were to the Donskoy Monastery. Upon our arrival at the main gate of the monastery, a mass of people, including clergy of all ranks, was gathering. A sense of excitement permeated the scene.

What could all of this mean?

We arrived at the winter church and saw more people, clergy and TV cameras! Father Dan was separated from me to join the clergy – I was left behind. At that time, a month after arriving in Moscow, my linguistic ability was almost nonexistent, so I was unable to ask anyone anything. So I stood there, trying to not get squeezed trying to see. We were standing around what looked like a crypt in the vestibule.

Patriarch Aleksy entered and began the service. More and more people crowded into the space, and again I was pushed to the side, unable to see. However, I could still hear, and to my astonishment I discovered that we were standing at the tomb of the recently canonized Saint Tikhon, Patriarch of Moscow and All Russia – in many ways OUR Patriarch whom we commemorate as “the Enlightener of North America.”

The Molieben service began and the coffin was opened. I made my way to a side of the area and found a chair on which I stood. When the reality dawned on me as to what was taking place, I was very much moved and could hardly see because of my tears.

After most of the crowd had pushed and shoved its way to the side, I was able to look down and found the Mantia still intact with the eagles on the shoulders and at the hem.

Father Dan was given a piece of wood from the casket.

Just think! If Father Dan had not reached Father Matfey, who was in his office all of two minutes, we would have missed this once in a lifetime experience!

Account of Father Daniel Hubiak

At the end of the meeting of the Permanent Synod of the Russian Orthodox Church, His Holiness, Patriarch Aleksy was informed that the grave of Saint Tikhon had been found in the smaller Cathedral of Our Lady of the Don in the Donskoy Monastery. The Patriarch immediately went to the site and arranged for the opening of the casket at a special service at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday, February 22, 1992.

The top of the simple wooden casket was removed, revealing the mantia which covered the body of the saint. Two gold brocaded emblems on the mantia were shining as new. His Holiness said that the green patriarchal mantia was special in that it was one of only three made with that material and special style. The stones in the cross of the Saint’s miter glistened as camera lights flashed.

A Molieben was sung. Patriarch Aleksy spoke of the significance of this discovery and stated that a crypt will be made for the Saint’s relics.

The discovery of the Saint’s grave was miraculous. Three different rumors pointed to the improbability of ever finding the remains of the Saint. One version had it that the remains of the Saint had been cremated, another that he was buried in an unmarked grave in one cemetery, another that his remains were in another, unidentified cemetery. The Church had no plans of trying to find the grave.

A fire at the smaller Cathedral of Our Lady of the Don made it necessary to undertake an extensive renovation of the church. In the process of this renovation, a grave marker was found, but there was no body under the stone. It was thought that perhaps the burial place was to one side or another of the stone. A search of the area proved fruitless. But under the stone was a large heating pipe that appeared to be intact. An archeological expert examined the site and noticed that in fact the pipe, not detectable to the untrained eye, had indeed been disturbed. The pipe was removed and beneath it, covered by earth, was a grave vault. The vault was opened and the casket of Saint Tikhon was discovered there. On the casket was a plaque identifying it as the casket of the Saint. Those who buried the Saint took special pains to keep his body and his burial place secure and safe.

The finding of the Saint’s grave was a miracle. The presence of the Representative of the OCA at the opening of the grave was another sign of God’s providence. By chance I had called Father Matrfey Stadniuk to discuss the schedule of services for the weekend. He was in his office for only for a few minutes – and that was when I called. He told me to be at the Donskoy Monastery for a Molieben. It appears that the person who was to have informed me simply forgot to do so.

An Act of the Opening of the Grave was signed by the Patriarch, the hierarchs, clergy and lay persons present. My name and my wife’s name appear on the document. I obtained a piece of wood from the top of the Saint’s casket.

O Holy Father Patriarch Tikhon, pray unto God for us!

1 Thessalonians 4:13-17

13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.

Luke 21:8-9, 25-27, 33-36

8 And He said: "Take heed that you not be deceived. For many will come in My name, saying, 'I am He,' and, 'The time has drawn near.' Therefore do not go after them. 9 But when you hear of wars and commotions, do not be terrified; for these things must come to pass first, but the end will not come immediately. 25 And there will be signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars; and on the earth distress of nations, with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring; 26 men's hearts failing them from fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. 27 Then they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. 33 Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away. 3 But take heed to yourselves, lest your hearts be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness, and cares of this life, and that Day come on you unexpectedly. 35 For it will come as a snare on all those who dwell on the face of the whole earth. 36 Watch therefore, and pray always that you may be counted worthy to escape all these things that will come to pass, and to stand before the Son of Man.

[edugoabroad]

One of the first things we think about when we land in a new place, with all the abundant and wonderful possibilities it inhabits, is food. Nothing elicits joy or dismay, brings people together or polarises them quite like food. Landing up in Germany, particularly to study in Germany, comes with its own anxieties -the newness of it all can be both exciting and daunting. In this scenario, nothing brings a dash of much-needed comfort and helps you immerse yourself in the local culture quite like food. Food, in the larger context, enables you to understand the history that shaped the cultural landscape of said country, and relate with the prevalent culture.

When it comes to mouthwatering food, Germany has plenty to go around. In this blog, we shall highlight some must-try dishes that you must give a go! So while you’re excitedly waiting for your German student visa to arrive, you can trust us to whet your appetite by listing some amazing dishes that you would fall in love with and come to crave throughout your student life in Germany.

Don’t worry - if meat, eggs or even dairy are a big no-no for you, we’ve got you covered! Without further ado, let’s dive right in.

1) Halloumi Im Brot

A semi-hard, unripened cheese made from a concoction of goat and sheep milk, the origins of Halloumi are said to lie in Cyprus although Egypt has also laid claim to it. Bit of a "who came first - the chicken or the egg" conundrum right there and the debate continues to rage, but one thing's for certain - it's delightfully scrumptious.

Over centuries, Halloumi went from being a staple in Cypriot to a celebrated ingredient to many a delicacy across the Mediterranean and the world. Halloumi im Brot, in particular, refers to a sandwich which features a grilled or fried halloumi. Combining the homeliness of bread with the savoury, rich elements of halloumi, the dish also features vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce along with a drizzle of olive oil or a squeeze of lemon juice. This dish is hearty while encompassing a variety of flavours and textures.

Fun fact: In 2021, the European Union granted halloumi Protected Designation of Origin (PDO) status, ensuring that only cheese produced in Cyprus following traditional methods can be labelled as "halloumi."

It’s super duper healthy too, and has plenty to offer in the protein and calcium department, so feel free to help yourself to a few!

2) Sauerkraut

This one’s especially for the meat-connoisseurs and the trivia lovers - Sauerkraut has been an essential sidekick to plenty of incredible meat-based dishes. It is essentially fermented cabbage, although in present-day there’s a chance you might mostly find the pickled variety. It bears a distinct sour flavour and given that it is made from lactic acid, forming from bacteria that ferments sugars present in the cabbage leaves.

What’s in it for the trivia lovers, you’d say. Well, it’ll come as a surprise to you, but Sauerkraut isn’t from Germany! It was actually conceived in China 2000 years ago by workers who were only provided with shredded cabbage and rice to fend for themselves. They began to store their food in rice wine, which helped with extending shelf life while also landing themselves a nutritious, highly durable source of nutrition. When you’re hungry and need something to keep you going while being inundated with assignments and deadlines, Sauerkraut should keep you in good stead and give you a loaded dose of dietary fibre, Vitamin C, Iron, and Potassium with each serving.

3) Spätzle

While it remains an ever-favourite in Germany, Spätzle isn’t exactly well-known outside of the country. If you’re craving something rich, cheesy and buttery, these fresh egg noodles should make your tummy extremely happy. In theory, the dish is redolent of mac & cheese, but trust us - it’s so, so, so much more than that!

Spätzle are squeezed through a press, shaved off the edge of a board or sliced straight into the boiling water. Afterwards, the simmered Spätzle are drained and then fried in butter. After that it is either baked with grated cheese (KäseSpätzle), or served as a side dish.

It’s taken pretty damn seriously in the region of Swabia - The European Commission made Schwäbische Spätzle and Knöpfle into protected types of pasta. If they have been produced in Swabia, they are permitted to bear the quality seal of “protected geographical indication” which is valid throughout the EU.

4) Pretzels

They never fail to hit it out of the proverbial park when it comes to bakery in Europe. This is all the more applicable to Germany, which is home to a plenitude of delicious baked items, namely the infamous pretzel. This knot-shaped treat is famous the world over, usually coming as a savoury snack one can have when craving something baked. They can make for a very filling treat whilst remaining low-fat, although nutritionists do not exactly swear by its virtues given that it is high on sodium and carbs. So while you can munch on a fair few, moderation is essential.

5) Apfelstrudel

This list wouldn’t be complete without apfelstrudel, which is a traditional German pastry dish made with thin layers of dough filled with sweetened apple slices. Like pretzels, it’s popular all over the world and if you enjoy baklava, you’d definitely want to try this! Historically, the apfelstrudel is linked to Austria but has multicultural origins so when you have it, you’re having a dish which has been evolved through the contribution of myriad culinary approaches.

Conclusion

When you finally kickstart your dream to study in Germany, and begin your university life, it is absolutely essential that you relish your time there as it’s not only about the university you’d attend - it’s also about gaining exposure to new cultures and ways of life, and as we established earlier, trying the local food can play a massive role towards you doing that. Life in Germany for Indian students is filled with opportunities to explore German culture and lifestyle, and diving into the local cuisine is a fantastic way to start. Enjoy these dishes and let them be a delicious part of your student life in Germany!

[lboogie1906]

Ambassador Clarence Steven McGann (June 28, 1951 – May 24, 2023) joined the Foreign Service in 1992 and has since attained the status of Career member, Senior Foreign Service, with the rank of Minister-Counselor. His posts have included Taiwan, Zaire, South Africa, Australia, and Kenya.

A member of the US Mission to the UN, she was instrumental in working with peacekeeping operations in Georgia and Tajikistan; he developed and implemented Security Council strategies for Afghanistan, Cyprus, Nagorno-Karabakh, and Chechnya. He shepherded a resolution through the UN Security Council that endorsed Nelson Mandela as Special Envoy for Burundi.

As South Asia Bureau Deputy Director for Pakistan and Bangladesh, he helped craft policies to restore democracy in Afghanistan. He was next Senior Advisor in the Bureau of East Asian and Pacific Affairs; succeeded by Director of the Office for Australian, New Zealand, and Pacific Island Affairs in the State Department’s Bureau for East Asian and Pacific Affairs.

His first ambassadorial assignment came with the responsibility of not just one, but five nations. Nominated by President George W. Bush. He presented his credentials to four other nearby South Pacific island nations—Kiribati, Tonga, Nauru, and Tuvalu—on the same day. He completed his mission to the five South Pacific islands on July 13, 2011.

He was Vice Chancellor of the College of International Security Affairs at the National Defense University. He was assigned as temporary Charge d’Affaires of the Embassy in Dili, Timor-Leste.

Born to Evangeline Hutson and Clarence D. McGann, he received a BA from Claremont McKenna College, did graduate studies in comparative government at Cornell University, and received an MS from the Industrial College of the Armed Forces, National Defense University. He was a graduate of the Naval War College.

He married Bertra McGann and together they have five children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[isocyprys]

Achieve Global Recognition: ISO Certification in Cyprus / Uncategorized / By Factocert Mysore

ISO Certification in Cyprus

ISO Certification in Cyprus With a thriving economic gadget and bold infrastructure responsibilities, achieving ISO certification in Cyprus can raise your commercial enterprise organization to new heights. However, navigating the intricacies of this internationally recognized preferred may be daunting. This comprehensive manual demystifies the necessities for obtaining ISO certification in Cyprus, outlining the steps, worries, and blessings on your business enterprise.

What is ISO Certification in Cyprus?

The International Organization for Standardization (ISO) units globally identified benchmarks for several industries, which include terrific control, environmental protection, and occupational fitness and protection. Earning an ISO certification in Cyprus demonstrates your dedication to satione’story practices, imparting an aggressive aspect and boosting your credibility.

Popular ISO Standards in Cyprus:

Several ISO necessities hold unique relevance in Cyprus:

ISO 9001: cornerstone of best manipulation, ensuring steady company shipping and patron satisfaction.

ISO 14001: Fostering environmental responsibility and minimizing your organization’s footprint through green, helpful resource usage and waste cut price.

ISO 45001: Prioritizing employee safety with the valuable resource of establishing hazard identification, risk control, and a twist of destiny prevention pointers.

Other vicinity-precise necessities: Depending on your industry, extra ISO necessities like ISO 27001 (Information Security) or ISO 22000 (Food Safety) may be applicable.

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Beyond the Certificate:

Continuous Improvement: Remember, ISO certification in Cyprus isn’t a static achievement but an ongoing adventure towards normal development. Regularly evaluate your manipulate system, address non-conformities, and adapt to converting guidelines and outstanding practices.

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Benefits of ISO Certification in Cyprus:

Enhanced Credibility and Reputation: An ISO certification in Cyprus is a recognized mark of first-rate professionalism, developing your organization’s appeal to domestic and global clients.

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Embarking on the course to ISO certification in Cyprus calls for electricity of mind and belongings. However, the prolonged-term advantages outweigh the initial investment. By prioritizing satisfaction, safety, and environmental responsibility, you assemble take transport as genuine with stakeholders and pave the way for sustainable growth and achievement in the colourful Cypriot market. Take the first step in recent times and collect a future of excellence in your organization.

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Meet Quinn - the first out trans and non-binary player to feature at a World Cup

Canadian footballer Quinn made history Down Under last week by becoming the first ever out trans and non-binary player to feature at a World Cup.

Quinn studied biology at Duke University in North Carolina, during which time they became the first ever Canadian player to feature for the Duke Blue Devils varsity team.

Having made their Canada debut in 2014 in the Cyprus Cup when they were just 18, Quinn helped their country win the bronze medal at the 2016 Olympics in Rio.

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Imma add @theconfusedartist’s tags here as well because this shows just how much Rauf sees what Altaïr is going thru and is helping him at the same time help the recruits under him XD

#i love it!! #this is why Altaïr never tries to tell rauf to stop asking him to teach his students #they learn the lesson of the eagle and Altaïr doesn’t blow a gasket after dealing with al mualim #win win for everyone but the novices #the worst part for them is that he’s not even going for any kill strikes #hes just slapping them around the ring #or countering (for grabs and swings) and it makes all the novices embarassed #that this one guy is just single handedly beating everyone#and looking more relaxed afterwards!! #wpuld hate to be the novice that gets their ass kicked so hard they start thinking about changing their role in the order #only to see Altaïr smiling like a madman after backhand slapping someone#like what would they be able to do other than thank allah hes on their side? #you can't beat that man. they couldn't even land a hit. hes the true unstoppable force #desmond watching in the animus wishing he had some popcorn

Malik was in a bad mood.

There was no other way to explain it.

Altaïr had been sending increasingly insistent letters requesting his presence in Masyaf.

He must take Malik as a fool and believed that Malik has no idea what that idiot was planning.

It was clear what he was planning.

The moment Malik returned to Masyaf, Altaïr would be putting his son in Malik’s arm to offkilter him and perhaps use the innocence of the child to make it harder for Malik to think. Then, once Altaïr had finished talking about the many issues their Brotherhood was embroiled in, he’d announce that Malik was to be his Keeper and he’d take Malik’s stunned silence as confirmation.

Malik was sure of it because that would be what he would do if he was in Altaïr’s shoes, after all.

But Malik cannot simply become the Keeper, not after being the acting mentor for the many years Altaïr spent away in Levant after Cyprus.

Not to mention, his extended stay in Masyaf meant that he had neglected his duties as the Rafiq of the Jerusalem bureau.

While it was strange for a Dai to be a Rafiq as well, it was still a responsibility that Malik took pride in. And he knew the men he had put in his stead to take care of the bureau while he was in Masyaf did a good job.

But it was not enough in Malik’s eyes.

He knew that he was hard on everyone. He was hard on himself as well.

But that didn’t stop him from having this itch to make sure everything was well.

He was delaying the inevitable, after all. He had started to receive letters from a few of the council members requesting him to just give in and take the Keeper title. The Brotherhood needed a Keeper, after all, and Al Mualim had not been able to assign a Keeper since Harash’s betrayal and death. They all knew Malik would be Altaïr’s Keeper but they couldn’t just start giving him the real duties of the Keeper unless Altaïr made the announcement.

And Altaïr would not make such an announcement without telling Malik first.

But Malik still needed more time.

He was already training the next Rafiq and all the Assassins assigned in the bureau were also being taught on everything Malik believed they should know.

He should be focused on all of these.

But…

He still could not help himself and he still made time every day to look after the progress of the new batch of novices sent to their bureau.

They were an interesting batch.

They were much faster and stronger than the previous batch Malik had handled. Most of them were even at the same combat level as Assassins who have been in a field for two years already, the remaining managing to make an Assassin with five years of real combat experience sweat and almost lose.

And they seemed so surprised by that fact.

Then he heard them say…

“Does this mean… his training actually works?”

“Was that hell actually worth something?”

Malik had been curious to why they would say such things. He knew that they were the latest batch under Rauf, having had their initiation pushed a few years later than it should have been due to the rapid changes the Brotherhood had gone thru.

Training was never easy. It was rigorous and it asked a lot on the recruits, yes, but Malik would never consider it hell.

And that wasn’t all.

These recruits…

They always looked at Malik with eyes that was grateful for… Malik’s mercy.

Malik has no other words to explain it.

Even when he was scolding them for messing up or making them train for half a day to further develop their Vision, they would always end the conversation with a words that can be summarized as:

“Thank you for teaching me.”

And

“Thank you for being kind.”

Malik was not a kind instructor.

He had been trained to be stern and demanding.

The Al-Sayf family had long held pride in being one of the old Assassin families and they held others in the same standard they held themselves.

His father had a good father but he had also been a stern instructor.

And Malik knew that he had inherited that sternness from his father.

So being thanked for being… kind… when he was sure he was being stern was strange.

They were strange children but Malik supposed…

It wasn’t bad.

Being looked at with such bright faces.

This all happened because of this post

Where @theconfusedartist left these tags:

#i love the little bounce he does after slapping the dude too #hes having so much fun slapping people around he doesn't even care if they die after that #hes just having a good time at that poinr#

Then I left these tags:

#(the little bounce is because he's stepping on a body and the game physics is wonky) #ssssshhhhh #this is altaïr having fun #let him have fun #he just had to listen to al mualim give a long ass lesson #this is how altaïr destresses

Then @thedragonqueen1998 left these tags:

#after every talk Altaïr has with Al Mualim a novice dies inside #cause they know they know he will beat the shit out of them to destress #XD

So have this small ‘outsider’s POV’ of a poor recruit:

They had heard tales of how one must tread carefully in the presence of Malik Al-Sayf, one of the few Dais to ever have his own bureau.

The Dai does care not for excuses and they had heard horror stories that ranged from the believable (the Dai will make a novice train his Vision until he starts to see stars) to obvious horseshit (the Dai feast on the tears of novices).

It was a common ‘warning story’ that one must be wary if they were stationed in Jerusalem.

But… in their eyes…

Masyaf was more of a hell.

Whenever the Eagle of Masyaf returned.

They were there when the master had stripped Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad of his rank.

They had heard the whispers how it was only the master’s mercy and love for him as a son that stayed the master’s hand from taking the man’s life.

But…

If the master truly did love the Eagle of Masyaf like a son then he was one of those frustrating fathers who always berated his own son because…

“Ah, Altaïr.”

They felt a shiver go down his spine and all of them shared a frightened look among themselves as their combat instructor, Rauf, called out to Altaïr.

All of them lowered their heads when Altaïr glanced at them with a face carved in stone to keep a blank expression only to be betrayed by the fury in his golden eyes.

Rauf paid it no heed and the recruits all know their instructor was not blind nor oblivious.

He always did this on purpose because he was the true monster who feasted on the tears of others.

“It seemed my students do not know how to properly wield a blade.” Rauf’s lips were curved into an easy grin and the fear loomed all around the recruits as their instructor continued, “If you can spare your time, would you be so kind as to teach them even just for a bit?”

Altaïr stared at Rauf for a moment and everyone hoped…

No.

They prayed that Altaïr would say ‘no’ this time around.

But…

“Very well.” Altaïr nodded at Rauf, “The usual then?”

“Yes.” Rauf replied, his easy grin appearing like a smile full of a predator’s teeth about to play with its food, “Thank you, Altaïr.”

As Altaïr walked towards the training ring, all recruits readied themselves.

For an afternoon of having to fight and be taken down by the strongest of them and an entire day of sore muscles and bruised ego.