Opa Quotes

To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did.

How the hell do you call Russia from Greece? It’s like trying to figure out rela-fucking-tivity. And still, I gave it several shots. Of Ouzo. Seriously, you have no idea how much your situation is affecting me. I’ve been stress-eating my way across Greece.” I frowned. “You don’t stress-eat—” “Cock, Natalie. I was stress-eating cock. There, you made me say it, happy now?” “Opa!

Dakle, drage moje devojčice, nije uopšte važno imate li četrnaest, sedamnaest, dvadest ili pedeset šest godina! Susretao sam ja i devojčice od sedamdeset dve, i odmah se nekako videlo da su još klinke: mislim, videlo se to po načinu na koji su zrikale unaokolo i krile smešak u prste, kako su isprobavale perike sa loknama boje zlata u robnoj kući, ogledajući se malčice iskosa i vrlo koketno – bile su to prave klinke od sedamdeset dve godine, na časnu reč! Jer, drage moje naglo ostarele devojčice, niste vi krive što se život našalio sa vama, pa vas jednog jutra probudio kao i obično u pola šest, kad ono 8 banki! Opa! A vi se još pitate da li je 1900. i neke trebalo da popustite jednom putujućem glumcu i dozvolite mu da vas poljubi, pitate se i pitate, a sve idete na prstima da ne probudite unuke; bosim nogama šljapkate po betonu (koliko sam vam samo puta rekao da navučete papuče, a vi opet ništa!), oblačite se onako još spvajući i ložite peć, pa ronite kroz jutarnji smog da kupite kilo polubelog, paklo butera, jogurt, kifle, mortadelu... – atamo vec 8 banki, a još niste načisto da li je trebalo dozvoliti onom putujućem glumcu da vas coki, ili nije?

Rouva Charlotte Phelanin opas aviomiehenmetsästykseen, sääntö numero yksi: pienikokoinen, sievä tyttö korostakoon viehätysvoimaansa meikillä ja hyvällä ryhdillä. Pitkä ja ruma omalla rahastolla.

You’re the talker. I’ve seen you face down Fred Johnson, UN naval captains, OPA cowboys, and drugged-up space pirates. You talk out your ass better than most people do using their mouth and sober.

This was exactly why they'd failed: never being satisfied with what a person had to give, always expecting so much sacrifice that you had to hate yourself for anything less.

Chief security officer on an OPA ship was a half-assed kind of position, one part cop, one part efficiency expert, and pretty much all den mother to a crew of a thousand people with their own agendas and petty power struggles and opinions on how he should be doing his job better.

Vin, kamu harus ingat satu hal. Apa yang kau lakukan pada orangtuamu hari ini, akan sama dengan yang akan kau dapatkan dari anakmu suatu saat kelak. Janji jangan seperti mereka ya,” pungkas opa Mulyono seusai menceritakan keluarganya. (Rajut Cinta Yang Tak Pernah Usang, Dunia Tanpa Huruf R)

Adalah semua orang Dukuh Paruk–termasuk Srintil–mereka tidak tahu apa-apa tentang sistem atau jalinan birokrasi kekuasaan. Dalam wawasan mereka semua priayi adalah sama, yakni tangan kekuasaan. Setiap priayi boleh datang atas nama kekuasaan, tak peduli mereka adalah hansip, mantri pasar, opas kacamatan, atau seorang pejabat dinas perkebunan negara esperti Marsusi. Dan ketika kekuasaan, menjadi aspek yang paling dominan dalam kehidupan masyarakat, orang Dukuh Paruk seperti Srintil tidak mungkin mengerti perbedaan antara polisi, tentara, dan pejabat perkebunan. Semuanya adalah tangan kekuasaan dan Srintil tidak mungkin bersikap lain kecuali tunduk dan pasrah.

Kol esam jauni, mums atrodo, kad visas širdies opas kenčiam pirmieji.

Opa noemt hem steeds Noahnoah omdat hij de naam van zijn kleinkind dubbel zo mooi vindt als die van alle andere mensen

The same evil Opa fought—he and countless others—still lives. It thrives now on American soil.

Opa used to tease her. He would open her mouth and look at her teeth, like she was a horse. Then he would say, ‘Callie, you are more than ten and less than a hundred.’ Well, she was a poor girl, in the end.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend? That’s bullshit. There are always more than two sides. Pretending it’s only one or else the other is what let that sonofabitch carry so much weight in the OPA for as long as he did.” “He

The ancient, animal story, the same whether it was on a spinning rock surrounded by hard vacuum or the stamp-sized chimpanzee preserves on Earth. Even in the Belt, youth brought invulnerability, immortality, the unshakable conviction that for you, things would be different. The laws of physics would cut you a break, the missiles would never hit, the air would never hiss out into nothing. Maybe for other people—the patched-together fighting ships of the OPA, the water haulers, the Martian gunships, the Scopuli, the Canterbury, the Donnager, the hundred other ships that had died in small actions since the system had turned itself into a battlefield—but not you.

Seriously, you have no idea how much your situation is affecting me. I’ve been stress-eating my way across Greece.” I frowned. “You don’t stress-eat—” “Cock, Natalie. I was stress-eating cock. There, you made me say it, happy now?” “Opa!” “Twat.” “Bitch.

Kintsugi,' zei opa. 'Zo heet de techniek waarmee je een perfecte imperfectie maakt. Als je gebroken bent betekent dat niet automatisch dat je lelijk bent. Na een breuk ontstaat er ruimte. Dat is de plek voor het goud. Als je het een kans geeft maakt het je mooier dan je ooit bent geweest.

The OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller's hole, reading a book. It was a real book - onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent.

I'm so angry,' she said. 'I was all right until you came back. I'd given up. So many terrible things. Relatives, neighbors disappearing. Opa. The bloody Germans coming to...to strip us bare. Oma's silence. Bam, bam, bam. Like being punched over and over again. You get numb. It doesn't hurt anymore. Unless you start to hope. That's the trick, you see: you can take anything unless you start to hope.

Here, television succeeded in completing a fantastic operation of directed consensus building, a real power grab, an OPA [Tender offer] to the entire society, a kidnapping - an unheralded success story on the path towards an integral telemorphosis of society. Television created a global event (or better, a non-event), in which everyone became trapped. “A total social fact” as Marcel Mauss says - if in other societies this situation indicated the converging power of all the elements of the social, in our society it indicates the elevation of an entire society to the parody stage of an integral farce, of an image feedback relentless with its own reality. What the most radical critical critique, the most subversive delirious imagination, what no Situationist drift could have done… television has done.

Wat moet je met een kat?' 'Niks. Weet ik veel? Zo te zien is ze uitgehongerd.' 'Ga je ze allemaal binnenlaten?' vraagt opa. 'Wedden dat ze allemaal uitgehongerd zijn?' 'Niet meer dan één tegelijk, dat beloof ik,' zeg ik grijnzend. 'Daarvoor heb ik die vallen niet gekocht.' 'Weet ik,' zeg ik. 'Je hebt die vallen gekocht om al die katten te vangen, ze dan ergens in een veld vijftien kilometer verderop los te laten en een weddenschap te houden wie er het eerst terug is.

Eind van de middag, ik was net uit school thuisgekomen (daar had ik zorgvuldig geheimgehouden dat ik jarig was om te voorkomen dat ik zou moeten trakteren, want daarvoor wilde mijn moeder mij geen versnaperingen meegeven), kwam mijn grootvader met zijn cadeau aanzetten. Aan de alsmaar naderbij komende, zeer krachtige tikken van zijn wandelstok op de trottoirtegels kon je horen dat hij zich erop verheugde andermaal een naar hem vernoemde kleinzoon gul te bedelen. Hij droeg een groot pak en overhandigde mij dat in de woonkamer. Plechtig verwijderde ik het papier. Wat mij op mijn achtste jaar ten deel was gevallen, bleek een vorstelijke meccanodoos te zijn. Weliswaar geen nieuwe fiets, maar toch iets ongehoords. Mijn grootvader verwijderde zich weer, want er was op dat moment niemand bij de hand om mee te dammen. Mij leek toen het grote ogenblik gekomen om de meccanodoos verder uit te pakken en ermee aan de slag te gaan. Toen ik aanstalten maakte om hem te openen, riep mijn moeder: 'Wat doe je nou?' 'Ik ga hem openmaken, ik wil ermee spelen.' 'Ben je helemaal betoeterd geworden? Zo'n duur cadeau. Blijf af.' 'Maar... maar... ik heb hem toch van opa gekregen. Ik wil ermee spelen.' 'Geen sprake van, afblijven. Zo'n duur cadeau, en daar wou je zomaar met je tengels aanzitten? Niks hoor, ik zet hem weg.' Ze pakte de meccanodoos op en plaatste hem achter lakens en slopen in het dressoir. Toen mijn vader thuiskwam, werd de doos weer tevoorschijn gehaald en wederom vol verbazing aanschouwd. Zeker, het was geen nieuwe fiets, maar toch... Wat een cadeau. 'Opa 't Hart is maar goed op je,' zei mijn vader. 'Maar ik mag er niet mee spelen,' zei ik verongelijkt. 'Nee, natuurlijk niet,' zei mijn vader, 'daar heeft je moeder groot gelijk in, zo'n duur cadeau, het zou gekkenwerk zijn als je daar met je poten aan zou zitten. D'r kan zomaar een schroefje of moertje of ander onderdeeltje kwijtraken, niks hoor, je moeder bergt hem weer netjes op.' 'Zo is het,' zei mijn moeder, en weg ging de meccanodoos.

Sensitive OPA data was scrubbed and overwritten with innocuous-looking logs with false time stamps. Anything too sensitive to trust to a computer, the captain destroyed.

Los poderes religiosos apañan estos ultrajes y los justifican con magnánimos sermones. Así es que cada uno tiene un lugar en esta tierra para sufrir. Justamente los cobardes son aquellos que más atropellan. Y es que ser valiente implica reconocer cambios. Modificaciones en una estructura donde la igualdad no es un mandato. La opa, Marcelina es la ayudante de cocina en el Colegio. “No era india; tenia los cabellos claros y su rostro era blanco, aunque estaba cubierta de inmundicia. Era baja y gorda. Algunas mañanas la encontraron saliendo de la alcoba del Padre que la trajo al Colegio” (56) . “Alcanzó un brazo de la cruz; se colgó de él, y llegó a poner el pecho sobre la piedra extendida…arrancó el trozo de Castilla; se lo amarró al cuello” (161) . Esta situación se puede pensar como una alegoría importante. Los que nos sentimos oprimidos, en desventaja abrazamos la revolución y nos apropiamos de ella. “Doña Felipa: tu rebozo lo tiene la opa del Colegio…Y ya no ha ido de noche al patio oscuro. ¡Ya no ha ido!” (168) ¡Ya no nos vamos a exponer a los ultrajes. No seremos más tus presas!. “Ella está en la torre!-me dijo en quechua-…-Quizá, ahora, en la torre, está gozando. Más que tú todavía…” (197) . “Oía a la banda de músicos desde el mirador más alto y solemne de la ciudad, y contemplaba, examinándolos, a los ilustres de Abancay. Los señalaba y los enjuiciaba” (198) . Con nuestra cultura pujante te podremos observar mejor, te señalaremos y enjuiciaremos como te mereces. Y si las miserias que vivimos nos consumen, como la peste a Marcelina, nos iremos envueltos en nuestras convicciones. El río está de mi lado. Excelente trabajo, hecho a conciencia. Hay lectura, reflexión y compromiso con la escritura. Aprobado 11

Se il Paese diventa terra di conquista Francesco Manacorda | 673 parole Da ieri, con la stretta finale delle trattative per l’ingresso della China National Chemical Corporation nella società che controlla la Pirelli con oltre il 26% del capitale, il termine «scatole cinesi» ha in Italia un significato più letterale. Le scatole cinesi sono quelle società che incastrate una sopra l’altra consentono all’azionista che sta in cima di controllare le attività che stanno sotto con un impegno di capitale limitato. È ad esempio il metodo che ha consentito a Marco Tronchetti Provera di controllare la Pirelli, di cui è presidente e amministratore delegato, con una partecipazione che di fatto ammonta a poco più del 6% del capitale della società produttiva. Ma tra poco, appunto, sopra la Pirelli ci sarà una vera scatola cinese, visto che quella quota del 26% e rotti con cui la finanziaria Camfin la controlla verrà ceduta a una nuova società il cui azionista di maggioranza dovrebbe essere proprio il colosso chimico di Pechino. Sarebbe un esercizio inutile e anche un po’ stucchevole lamentare il passaggio del controllo di un altro grande gruppo italiano nelle mani di un socio di maggioranza straniero. In un’epoca di mercati aperti - anche se non simmetricamente aperti, visto che per gli europei è decisamente più difficile investire in Cina che non viceversa - non ci deve essere scandalo nella mobilità dei capitali. E un «mercatista» puro zittirebbe qualsiasi obiezione con pochi numeri: i cinesi valorizzano il titolo Pirelli 15 euro per azione, un livello che non raggiungeva da un quarto di secolo; ne beneficia ovviamente Tronchetti, ma ne beneficeranno anche tutti gli altri azionisti grandi e piccoli del gruppo, visto che la nuova società dovrebbe lanciare un’Opa a 15 euro per levare la Pirelli da Piazza Affari e poi riportarne in Borsa una parte dopo qualche anno. Ma non pare nemmeno che si possa gioire troppo, esaltando una presunta attrattività del sistema italiano per gli investitori stranieri: i cinesi non vengono certo ad aprire una fabbrica partendo dal nulla, attratti dalle ottime condizioni che l’Italia pratica per le imprese; invece acquisiscono di fatto brand e tecnologie di una società che fa la gran parte del suo fatturato all’estero e offrono - almeno a giudicare dal primo comunicato emesso ieri mattina - solo l’assicurazione che Pirelli «manterrebbe gli headquarter in Italia» - particolari garanzie di radicamento. Meglio concentrarsi allora su un paio di elementi che sono assai sintomatici della situazione italiana. Il primo è che nella maggior parte dei casi le aziende italiane invece di aggregare altre società dello stesso settore all’estero - Fca, Autogrill e Luxottica sono alcune delle eccezioni che vengono in mente, ma ce ne sono altre, anche se di taglia più ridotta - vengono aggregate. È una condanna di aziende sottocapitalizzate e di dimensioni grandi, ma non abbastanza grandi da competere da sole sul mercato globale. Ed è una condanna dell’Italia, dove questa tipologia di società abbonda. Il secondo tema è quello della distinzione tra proprietà e controllo di un’azienda. Spesso nelle aziende a proprietà familiare la presenza di manager esterni viene vista come un fattore positivo. In Pirelli l’inversione di questo meccanismo è evidente: Marco Tronchetti Provera, azionista «in chiaro» con poco più del 6% è presidente e ad. E in tutti i passaggi di questi anni in cui ha trovato soci da far entrare nel capitale - prima i genovesi Malacalza con i quali non è finita benissimo, poi i russi di Rosneft, ostacolati dalle sanzioni Ue contro la Russia - è stato attento a mantenere le sue cariche. Lo farà anche adesso, visto che la previsione è che resti al suo posto ancora per un quinquennio. Ruoli manageriali immutabili e azionisti che preferiscono non aprire il portafoglio, insomma, sembrano un buon viatico per diventare prede invece di cacciatori.

were preparing to moor a visiting dirigible. With such fantastic zoom, she could see that there were OPA guards in black suits waiting to receive the airship. A lot of them. Whoever was on the dirigible must have been important. She focused on the airship. The sanctuary logo marked the side. Rylie Gresham was arriving for her meeting, just as Stark had said she would. The Godslayer was right there. She’d have all the answers that Deirdre wanted. “Having trouble?” the old tourist asked kindly.

Julie sat on the wall beside him, her hair swirling around her like she was underwater. He imagined the dappled light flashing across her face. Portrait of the young pinnace racer as a mermaid. She smiled at the idea, and Miller smiled back. She would have been here, he knew. Along with Diogo and Fred and all the other OPA militia, patriots of the vacuum, she’d have been in a crash couch, wearing borrowed armor, heading into the station to get herself killed for the greater good. Miller knew he wouldn’t have. Not before her. So in a sense, he’d taken her place. He’d become her. They made it, Julie said, or maybe only thought.

You’re under arrest!” Miller shouted as the OPA soldiers boiled in around him. “Well, no you’re not, but… shit. Put your hands up and back away from the controls!

The OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller’s hole, reading a book. It was a real book—onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent. “Detective.

gotten a good look at her face. But they didn’t recognize her as Stark’s cohort. They must not have been big on reading blogs or watching the news. Deirdre took the camera. “Sure. Where’s the button?” He quickly showed her how to operate it, and Deirdre stepped back to get both of them in the frame. The camera had a telephoto lens. She aimed it at the top of the building, zooming in so that she could look at the skeletal upper levels, where they were preparing to moor a visiting dirigible. With such fantastic zoom, she could see that there were OPA guards in black suits waiting to receive the airship.

The inner planets came out to the black with an understanding that they were soldiers sent to a foreign land. Bull remembered the feeling from when he’d first shipped out: the sense that his home was behind him. For the inners, the expansion out into the solar system had always had the military at its core. The Belters didn’t have that. They were the natives here. The forces that had brought their ancestors out to the Belt had roots in trade, commerce, and the overwhelming promise of freedom. The OPA had begun its life more like a labor union than a nation. The difference was subtle but powerful, and it showed in strange ways.

Jesus,” he said. “What scares the OPA?

My name,” he said, “is Marco Inaros, commander of the Free Navy. We are the legitimate military voice of the outer planets, and we are now in a position to explain both to the oppressors on Earth and Mars and also to the liberated people of the Belt the terms on which this new chapter of human liberty, dignity, and freedom are founded. We recognize the right of Earth and Mars to exist, but their sovereignty ends at their respective atmospheres. The vacuum is ours. All travel between the planets of the solar system are the right and privilege of the OPA and will be enforced by the Free Navy. All taxes and tariffs imposed by Earth and Mars are illegal, and will not be respected. Reparations for the damage done by the inner planets to the free citizens of the system will be assayed, and failure to repay them for the benefit of the full human race will be considered a criminal act.” A throbbing had come into the man’s voice without it ever seeming to make his words affected or musical. He leaned in toward the camera, and it felt both intimate and powerful. “With the opening of the alien gates, we are at a crossroads in human history. We have already seen how easy it would be to carry our legacies of exploitation, injustice, prejudice, and oppression to these new worlds. But there is an alternative. The Free Navy and the society and culture of the Belt are representatives of that new pathway. We will begin again and remake

De term Nederlander heeft wat mij betreft te veel verschillende categorieën. Je hebt Nederlanders die zich moeten houden aan artikel 1 van de Nederlandse grondwet, Nederlanders die met een tractor de deur van een gemeentehuis stuk mogen rijden en Nederlanders die zich niet tegen racisme mogen uitspreken. Er zijn Nederlanders die, als ze heel erg bezorgd zijn, het dorp in brand mogen steken zodat er geen azc komt en er zijn Nederlanders die normaal moeten doen. Er zijn Nederlanders wier opa's en oma's automatisch herdacht worden bij nationale herdenkingen en Nederlanders die hiervoor moeten vechten. Er zijn Nederlanders voor wie er direct een Amber Alert wordt ingezet en Nederlanders bij wie nog even gewacht kan worden. Nederlanders die met rust gelaten worden wanneer ze op basis van hun geloofsovertuiging een politieke partij oprichten en Nederlanders die, wanneer ze dit doen, op het matje worden geroepen wegens identiteitspolitiek. Al die Nederlanders zijn niet dezelfde Nederlander en daarom streef ik ernaar om mezelf zo min mogelijk in verwarring te brengen.

Darius the third, emperor of Persia, had two hundred thousand soldiers under his command. Bactrians, Arachosians, Scythians. Some Greek mercenaries. On the other side, thirty-five thousand soldiers, and Alexander of Macedon. Alexander the Great. Five Persians to every Macedonian. It should have been a slaughter. But Alexander pulled so much of the enemy out to the flank that a gap opened in the middle of the Persian lines. Alexander called his men to form a wedge, and leading with his own cavalry, he pushed through and headed straight for the emperor. There were vast forces to either side, surrounding him. But it didn’t matter, because he saw how to reach Darius. Alexander saw something no one else had seen. These people? This little faction of the OPA? Between Earth and Mars and me, we outnumber them. We outgun them. All this has happened because someone saw an opportunity that no one else did. They had the audacity to strike where no one else would even have considered an attack. That’s the power of audacity, and if a general is lucky and strong-minded, they can take that advantage and keep the enemy on their back foot forever.

Am Morgen des Tages, an dessen Abend er starb, schnitzte mir Opa Slavko aus einem Ast den Zauberstab und sagte: im Hut und im Stab steckt eine Zauberkraft. Trägst du den Hut und schwingst du den Stab, wirst du der mächtigste Fähigkeitenzauberer der blockfreien Staaten sein. Vieles wirst du revolutionieren können, solange es mit den Ideen von Tito konform geht und in Übereinstimmung mit den Statuten des Bundes der Kommunisten Jugoslawiens steht. Ich zweifelte an der Zauberei, aber ich hatte keine Zweifel an meinem Opa. Die wertvollste Gabe ist die Erfindung, der größte Reichtum die Fantasie. Merk dir das, Aleksandar, sagte Opa ernst, als er mir den Hut aufsetzte, merk dir das und denk dir die Welt schöner aus. Er übergab mir den Stab, und ich zweifelte an nichts mehr.

Klousaus tulee englanninkielisestä sanasta "closing" ja tarkoittaa asiakaskontaktin sulkemista ja tietojen sekä tilauksen tallennusta myynninohjausjärjestelmään, sekä myyntipuhelun päättämistä. Ennen klousausta tarkastetaan vielä, että kaikki tiedot täsmäävät tilaukseen. Klousauksen aikana on hyvä tarkastaa, ettei automaattinen soittojärjestelmä pidä linjaa auki asiakkaalle. Hyväkin kauppa voi mennä pilalle, jos asiakas kuulee tahattomasti myyjien keskinäistä naureskelua tai keskustelua".

O ponto de partida está em observar a relação entre Preço e Lucro da Ação, o famoso P/L. Quando esta relação está abaixo de 20, podemos começar a prestar atenção na empresa. Abaixo de 15: “Opa! Está ficando interessante!”. Abaixo de 10 pode ser uma oportunidade clara, mas abaixo de 5, preste atenção, pode ser um negócio arriscado. Obviamente, este fator não pode ser observado isoladamente. O P/L deve estar conciliado com uma boa Rentabilidade sobre o Patrimônio Líquido (RPL) ou Return On Equity (ROE). Acima de 10% seria ideal, mas para começar, 8% já seria um bom indicativo. De pouco adianta a empresa ter boa rentabilidade se ela não reparte parte dos lucros com seus acionistas, então o Dividend Yield também deve ser considerado na análise. Para Décio Bazin, autor do livro “Faça Fortuna com Ações”, um DY mínimo de 6% é o recomendável. Vale lembrar que estamos traduzindo Buffett e Munger para a realidade brasileira. Um quarto aspecto fundamental para iniciar uma análise de investimento é observar o grau de endividamento da companhia. Uma empresa que deve mais do que o valor do próprio patrimônio líquido, deve ser evitada. Neste

Ik denk dat je mijn opa's laatste raadsel bent - een laatste puzzel om op te lossen.

Manche sehen in Hüsch eine Art Karl Dall für Altphilologen, andere halten ihn für den Vorlese-Opa der im Reihenhaus ansässig gewordenen Protestgeneration.

Você é livre. A gaiola está aberta. Opa, existe gaiola! E agora?

Zij kwamen om 10 uur binnen - de vrouw voorop, met ere grijs, de man, een kleine, dunne opa met een zeer kippige bril, bibberde, makkelijk óm te duwen, achter haar aan.

Er is 1 moment in mijn leven geweest, dat ik in stilte boog voor mijn grootvader. Opa Petrus Hermans heeft tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog op zijn manier zich ingezet voor de Bevrijding van Nederland. Hij heeft de bedden van soldaten opgemaakt en meegereden in de tanks van de Canadezen. Aan het einde van zijn leven, vertelde hij me vanuit achterin de kamer, op neerbuigende wijze dat hij eens de schoenen had gepoetst van Winston Churchill. Ik zie hem nog altijd staan.

U dacht dat opa Jan Goossens koppig was? Dat dacht u? Dan had u het zeker mis. Wij, bij Hermans-Goossens, wij wijken niet. Wij capituleren noch collaboreren. Geen sprake van.

Mijn opa Jan Goossens rookte een sigaar. Na twee wereldoorlogen te hebben overleefd, wist hij de pracht en schoonheid van het leven, te waarderen.

Opa Jan Goossens had tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog geen enkele tijd voor de hoeren.

may say “extra-virgin olive oil.” The FDA, admittedly, does not have time to police truth in labeling. This is why many food shows instruct you not to cook with it—never tell a Greek that! Adulterated oils smoke at low temperatures and become toxic, but real extra-virgin oils have a smoke point of almost 400°F. Greek varietal kalamata and Koroneiki cold pressed extra virgin olive oils can be found at

Ik zeg dat we elkaar morgen weer zien of misschien boven op de rots, vanavond; dat ze best een keer bij ons thuis kan komen als ze dat wil. Maar zij zegt alleen 'dat zien we nog wel' en ik denk dat ze daar alles mee bedoelt. Dan knik ik maar. En ga. Ik draai me nooit om om te zwaaien. Verdwijn gewoon de trap op naar het huis en opa, en op dat moment is alles precies zoals het moet. Het is eigenlijk best lekker om soms ook alleen te kunnen zijn.

Opa and Oma, their children and grandchildren, celebrating someone’s birthday or an anniversary. They tend to sit there looking a bit lost, waiting for one of the children or grandkids to make an attempt to draw them into the conversation. A conversation they have trouble following because of the ambient noise, and anyway, what the others are talking about is often way over their heads. They’re sitting there, but they don’t really belong, not really.

Opa zou deze dag zo nooit door de vingers hebben gezien.

There were a few large standard bearers under the OPA’s flag—Tycho Station under Fred Johnson, and Ceres Station under Anderson Dawes, each with their militias; the ideological provocateurs of the Voltaire Collective; the openly criminal Golden Bough; the nonviolent near-collaborationist Maruttuva Kulu.

Ik wil papa zien,' ze ik. 'Maar dat kan niet. Op geen enkele manier. Hij is voor altijd weg. Net als opa. En mama is misschien ziek, en kan nu dus niet komen, maar als ik hier weg ben kan ik haar opzoeken en nog zo vaak als ik wil ook. ' De Witt legde zijn hand op de mijne en zei dat hij me begreep; dat hij snapte dat ik mijn vader wilde zien en dat ik boos was en verdrietig omdat dat niet kon. 'Maar dat jij je vader niet kan zien,' zei hij, 'betekent niet dat hij jou niet kan zien. Want als je goed kijkt, dan zie je dat je vader naar je kijkt. En als je ziet dat hij kijkt, dan bestaat hij nog. Als jij hem ziet, als jij ziet dat hij kijkt, dan bestaat hij.

Tussen opa's laatste woorden en zijn eerste had hij maar één regel opengelaten. '...heb jij dat ook: om drie, vier uur 's nachts wakker worden en alle, alle zorgen van jezelf en iedereen op je borst voelen drukken. Of nee, bij mij begint het lager: in de maag. Knagend gevoel, wat is het, onbehagen over hoe 't met ons gaat, of angst over hoe 't met ons zal aflopen. De kleinste muizenissen opgeblazen tot wereldrampen.

De lijst viel langs het schilderij van opa Goossens.

Opa Hermans jast een vies vet varken aan het spit.

Vaikean kielen käyttö on vallankäytön muoto, jota ei välttämättä huomata eikä tunnisteta vallankäytöksi.

Menschen, die behaupten, dass bestimme Begriffe früher neutral waren, ignorieren, dass diese Begriffe noch nie Eigenbezeichnungen waren und dass ihnen die Idee der Herabwürdigung grundsätzlich immanent war. Nur weil Oma und Opa bestimmte Begriffe kannten, es eventuell nicht besser wussten, heißt das nicht, dass der Begriff dadurch unschuldig war. Unwissen schützt vor Schaden nicht. Ein Begriff ist nicht rassistisch, weil Menschen ihn rassistisch benutzen, ein Begriff ist rassistisch, weil er es ist.

(concubinas), dementes, inválidos, ciegos, sordomudos, “cretinos, imbéciles, estúpidos, opas”; quiénes tenían alguna otra incapacidad física, si había huérfanos y, para finalizar, un dato que el gobierno consideraba fundamental: quiénes iban a la escuela.

Menschen, die behaupten, dass bestimme Begriffe früher neutral waren, ignorieren, dass diese Begriffe noch nie Eigenbezeichnungen waren und dass ihnen die Idee der Herabwürdigung grundsätzlich immanent war. Nur weil Oma und Opa bestimmte Begriffe kannten, es eventuell nicht besser wussten, heißt das nicht, dass der Begriff dadurch unschuldig war. Unwissen schützt vor Schaden nicht. Ein Begriff ist nicht rassistisch, weil Menschen ihn rassistisch benutzen, ein Begriff ist rassistisch, weil er es ist.

In de traditie van mijn grootvader Jan Goossens bracht ik, vanuit zijn innerlijke vreugde, eenheid onder de mensheid. Opa zou zijn plicht niet verzaken.

Opa, opa! Tivemos um terrível engano por aqui: eu não sou uma pessoa extrovertida! Sou uma introvertida altamente funcional. Uso meu carisma e senso de humor como mecanismos de disfarce quando me sinto ansiosa em situações sociais, desviando a atenção de mim fazendo muitas perguntas e tornando o ambiente sobre o outro, até porque tenho um grande senso de responsabilidade pela felicidade de todos ao meu redor. Atenciosamente, uma introvertida altamente funcional.

Living in the tradition of Al Capone and Hamas, the IRA and the Red Martials, the OPA was beloved by the people it helped and feared by the ones who got in its way. Part social movement, part wannabe nation, and part terrorist network, it totally lacked an institutional conscience.

rewarded for their hard work. The women would wait. If we were sent for, we would follow. That is why I was not surprised when Opa told me he was leaving. Mäuschen, before sunrise the very next morning, Opa had left.

Tja, jullie zeiden altijd al dat jullie opa graag tien vliegen in één klap sloeg.

The first one was wearing a kind of ancient Tyrolean (?) hat whose ragged edges were maybe an inch wide; the second had a straw hat that looked like an open snuffbox with a broken cover. The Agitated on the right had an evil laugh that bared his stumps of tarnished nuggets; the Agitated on the left foamed with rage. The laugher started dancing, doing somersaults and dancing again, like a circus ballerina; then he jumped up and down, tirelessly, saying “Opa! Opa!” and guffawing. He smiled less and looked satisfied, almost happy. He obviously thought he was funny and was playing nice, but all of a sudden, he started yelling, rolling on the ground and jumping back up. He kept yelling and jumping and then finally fell down on the floor of his cage and wiggled around in a kind of epileptic fit. After maybe 20 seconds, he got up and started dancing; and the whole time he was scratching himself and smiling absent-mindedly. The furious one climbed the bars of the window, tried to spit on us, shook the bars, moaned and groaned and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He tore at his rags, scratched his face until it bled, howled and cried in frustration—at not being able to bite us, to wring our necks and tear off our skin. He aimed his claws at us; he choked; his face turned purple, almost black! “OK, Leonard! Now I’ve had enough of looking at these monsters! They’re hurting me. Not to mention that us being here is not good for them. These crises must wear them out. When they’re alone. they can hide in the corner, curl up and go to sleep, or whatever, but they’ll calm down. I’m getting out of here!” “Good! Good! Let’s go,” my guardian said very seriously. “They’re very gentle, almost proper. It’s the others I don’t wanna show you, no matter what Bid’homme says. The others, ah! They’re nightmares! If there’s any like them outside of here, they’re only found in jars—and drowned in alcohol—again!” Just then two young, buxom nurses passed by us. The two sad anthropoids whinnied—literally—like horses and threw themselves against the bars—then tore off some of their clothes, seized by an exhibitionist rage, and slobbered and roared. The nurses ran away and Leonard finally agreed to get away from the awful scene—so sad that it was almost not disgusting.

Diogo and the other OPA irregulars had breached a high-value research station, faced down one of the most powerful and evil corporations in a history of power and evil. And now they were making music from the screams of the dying.

Standing by Opa’s grave one evening, we start talking about him. Long past midnight we are still there, remembering stories. How he faced down the Nazis. How he was separated from his family and sent to work in a leper colony. How we wish we could talk to him.

Twelve years after Opa died, I sat in the hall of the Harvard Freshman Union listening as President Neil Rudenstine prepared us for the rest of our lives. “You’re the best there is, the crème de la crème,” he told the 1,600 new freshmen, and I believed him with all my heart. For the next three years I kept on believing. A tumor of the soul was gradually taking over everything I thought and did. This was not Rudenstine’s fault: he was only doing his job. But my arrival at college coincided with the start of a new, aggressive phase of the disease.

That night I realized that Opa had always stayed inside me. His once-bright image had receded, as if across a widening chasm, and grown distant and blurred. But now I knew I must retrieve it for good. As I pieced together his story, amassing what became an unexpectedly vast collection of source material, I began to get answers. Three times I tried writing his life, and three times I had to stop. At one point I felt so confronted by his presence that I could not bear reading what he had written any longer. It was a year before I could begin the project again. This story is still alive. It can get to you.

Oh, this was not good. This was not good at all. The word national replayed itself in her mind a few times, giving her a real flavor of the exact type of shit she was in. Taylor shut her eyes, tried to remember the last time she’d been called in front of the OPA. It was still called the Investigative Services Division then, and it hadn’t gone well. There were new people involved now, new management. Maybe this would go smoothly. A knot in her stomach gave way to a fiercer, gnawing pain. She winced, swallowed hard, then opened her eyes. “Fuck,” she said.

Jos pöydällä on pyyhekumi pyyhekumin kokoisessa laatikossa, se voi hyvin olla pöydällä ilman laatikkoakin. Ennen siivouspäivää laatikko todennäköisesti lojuu samassa kasassa miljoonan muun romun kanssa, kumi vieressä.

Sisustuslehdille hyvä säilytyspaikka on takka ja tulta perään.

Elämässä hyödyllistä on jonkinasteisen epätäydellisyyden ja keskeneräisyyden ja kulahtaneisuuden hyväksyminen. Koti ei tule valmiiksi.

Frederick Lucius Johnson. Former colonel in Earth’s armed forces, Butcher of Anderson Station. Thoth Station now too. Unelected prime minister of the OPA. He had faced his own mortality a dozen times, lost friends to violence and politics and betrayal. He’d lived through four assassination attempts, only two of which were on any record. He’d killed a pistol-wielding attacker using only a table knife. He’d given the orders that had ended hundreds of lives, and stood by his decisions. And yet public speaking still made him nervous as hell. It didn’t make sense, but there it was. Ladies and gentlemen, we stand at a crossroads— “General Sebastian will be at the reception,” his personal secretary said. “Remember not to ask after her husband.” “Why? I didn’t kill him, did I?

It was all going to hell. The pirate casts from the OPA calling for war. The burgeoning guerrilla actions. All of it. The time was coming that Mars wasn’t going to ignore them anymore. And when Mars took action, it wouldn’t matter if Earth followed suit. It would be the first real war in the Belt. The catastrophe was coming, and neither side seemed to understand how vulnerable they were. And there was nothing—not one single goddamned thing—that he could do to stop it. He couldn’t even slow it down.

Even in the Belt, youth brought invulnerability, immortality, the unshakable conviction that for you, things would be different. The laws of physics would cut you a break, the missiles would never hit, the air would never hiss out into nothing. Maybe for other people—the patched-together fighting ships of the OPA, the water haulers, the Martian gunships, the Scopuli, the Canterbury, the Donnager, the hundred other ships that had died in small actions since the system had turned itself into a battlefield—but not you.

granddaughter, eliciting a round of laughter. “Do you want more food, YiaYia?” asked her granddaughter

Opa Hermans vertelde mij, dat het leuk dammen is met vingerkootjes of van tenen, bij geldgebrek.

Ik ben gewoon de kleindochter van opa.

Opa Jan Goossens hield van tuinieren. Hij kweekte zelf lichtgele rozen, voor in de zomer!

Thus, the CIA are, at times, side-lining or bypassing their own OPA in providing assistance to filmmakers, and reviewing and modifying their creations, leaving little in the way of a paper trail for internal or external investigators to examine. They are acting with little accountability, if any, and leaving few traces of their actions.

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