Forwarded from Midget memes, broken dreams (Chelle 🐾🖤🎩)
Forwarded from Midget memes, broken dreams (Chelle 🐾🖤🎩)
Forwarded from Midget memes, broken dreams (Chelle 🐾🖤🎩)
Forwarded from srfarchiv
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Streiken in der Schweiz
Nirgends legen Arbeiterinnen und Arbeiter so selten ihre Arbeit nieder wie in der Schweiz. Doch war das schon immer so? Eine kurze Geschichte über nationale Identitätsnarrative, vermeintlichen Arbeitsfrieden und eine kleine Renaissance der Streikkultur.
Forwarded from 🎓 TIL - Today I Learned but no 🐝
Vulkane stossen mehr CO₂ aus als Menschen? Warum diese Behauptung Quatsch ist https://www.watson.ch/!747495329
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So viel Kohlendioxid stossen Vulkane im Vergleich zum Menschen wirklich aus
Vulkane beschleunigen den Klimawandel stärker als der Mensch? Warum diese Behauptung völliger Quatsch ist – ein Faktencheck.
Forwarded from Myth Information
ESHU, GOD OF FATE
Eshu turns right into wrong, wrong into right.
When he is angry, he hits a stone until it bleeds.
When he is angry, he sits on the skin of an ant.
When he is angry, he weeps tears of blood.
Eshu slept in the house -
But the house was too small for him:
Eshu slept on the verandah -
But the verandah was too small for him:
Eshu slept in a nut -
At last he could stretch himself!
Eshu walked through the groundnut farm.
The tuft of his hair was just visible:
If it had not been for his huge size,
He would not be visible at all.
Lying down, his head hits the roof:
Standing up, he cannot look into the cooking pot.
He throws a stone today
And kills a bird yesterday!
~Yoruba Poetry (1970),
ed. Professor Ulli Beier
#Poems #Nigeria #Yoruba #Africa
Eshu turns right into wrong, wrong into right.
When he is angry, he hits a stone until it bleeds.
When he is angry, he sits on the skin of an ant.
When he is angry, he weeps tears of blood.
Eshu slept in the house -
But the house was too small for him:
Eshu slept on the verandah -
But the verandah was too small for him:
Eshu slept in a nut -
At last he could stretch himself!
Eshu walked through the groundnut farm.
The tuft of his hair was just visible:
If it had not been for his huge size,
He would not be visible at all.
Lying down, his head hits the roof:
Standing up, he cannot look into the cooking pot.
He throws a stone today
And kills a bird yesterday!
~Yoruba Poetry (1970),
ed. Professor Ulli Beier
#Poems #Nigeria #Yoruba #Africa