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Lev Gumiliov, el “último eurasianista”

Por Maxence Smaniotto

Traducción de Juan Gabriel Caro Rivera

Publicado en la revista Rébellion 98

Una vida de exilio

Entre las enseñanzas del emperador Marco Aurelio existe una que nos parece ilustra particularmente bien la personalidad de Lev Goumilev: “En ninguna parte un hombre se retira con mayor tranquilidad y más calma que en su propia alma; sobre todo aquel que posee en su interior tales bienes, que, si se inclina hacia ellos, de inmediato consigue una tranquilidad total. Y denomino tranquilidad única y exclusivamente al buen orden”.  Todo en los antecedentes de Goumilev parecía predisponerle a que se convertiría en un historiador y pensador que, tras varias décadas de ostracismo y sufrimiento dentro de su natal URSS, exploraría a fondo el origen de los pueblos de Rusia y el Asia Central, hasta el punto en que hoy en día es considerado una de las autoridades más influyentes en ese tema.

Hablemos primero de su familia. Lev Goumilev nació en 1912, hijo del poeta Nicolai Goumilev y Anna Ajmátova. Su padre, que se alistó en la caballería durante la Gran Guerra y fue condecorado dos veces con la Cruz de San Jorge. Fundó junto con el poeta Sergei Gorodetski la Corporación de Poetas. Esta agrupación estuvo en el origen del movimiento acmeísta y se oponía fuertemente al movimiento simbolista que en ese entonces dominaba la poesía rusa, criticándolo por su hermetismo y su gusto por lo oculto. Nicolai Goumilev fue detenido por la CEKA en 1921 y fusilado sin juicio, acusado de “agitación monárquica”, mientras que Anna Ajmátova, que se había divorciado de Nicolai en 1918 y se había vuelto a casar y se le prohibió volver publicar desde 1922. Lev Goumilev quedó huérfano a los nueve años y fue considerado por las autoridades soviéticas como el hijo de unos contrarrevolucionarios, lo que le acarreó una serie de persecuciones durante el resto de su vida. Siempre tuvo una imagen muy idealizada de su padre, al que defendía constantemente, mientras que no sentía mucho aprecio por su madre Anna. Anna había perdido rápidamente el interés en cuidar de su hijo, dejándolo con su madrastra en un pequeño pueblo del oblast de Tver, Bezek, a 400 kilómetros de Moscú. Lev pasó allí toda su infancia y adolescencia, es decir, de los seis a los veinte años. No abandonó Bezek hasta 1929 para irse a vivir Leningrado en condiciones muy difíciles. “Privado de sus derechos civiles” debido a sus orígenes familiares, su carrera académica resultó especialmente complicada. Aunque eso no le impidió encontrar los medios para participar en expediciones arqueológicas en Siberia, Crimea y Asia Central a principios de 1930. En ese entonces el joven Goumilev ya mostraba una profunda fascinación por los grandes espacios, los pueblos nómadas y los climas duros, que influirían profundamente en su visión de la historia. En cierto modo, toda su vida estuvo marcada por esta doble vertiente existencial, la cual se reflejó en su obra: por un lado, el sufrimiento material y, por otro, el exilio interior de un hombre que nunca dejaría de cuestionarse el destino de la humanidad.

La policía soviética nunca dejaba de visitar la casa de Lev y fue detenido por primera vez en 1933, para ser luego liberado dos días después. Su segundo encarcelamiento se produjo en 1935, en plena Gran Purga, y sólo fue excarcelado gracias a una carta que su madre escribió directamente a Stalin (rogándole, por cierto, que liberara a su nuevo marido). Fue encarcelado por tercera vez en 1938, esta vez como consecuencia de la defensa pública que hizo de la obra de su padre tras el hecho de que un profesor se burlara y la denigrara en una conferencia universitaria. Acusado de haber formado un grupo subversivo – formado por tres miembros – que tenía por objetivo asesinar a Stalin (!), Goumilev fue interrogado, insultado y torturado antes de ser condenado a diez años en un Gulag, pena que más tarde se redujo a cinco años de trabajos forzados en el norte de Siberia. Fue liberado en 1943 y, haciendo caso omiso de sus sentimientos personales hacia el régimen, se alistó como voluntario y partió hacia el frente europeo en 1944. Como soldado del Ejército Rojo, sirvió como artillero y luchó hasta llegar a Berlín tras participar en la campaña de la Pomerania. Goumilev siempre decía que se alistó en el ejército por patriotismo, no porque apoyase al régimen que había matado a su padre y le había enviado al Gulag. Además, sus antecedentes penales y su filiación le impidieron recibir cualquier clase de condecoración militar. Sin embargo, el hecho de haberse convertido en veterano de la Guerra Patria le dio cierto respeto y le permitió continuar sus estudios con tal de preparar su doctorado, el cual se centraba en la formación de los primeros kanatos de Asia Central.  Pero esta calma duró poco. En 1949 fue detenido de nuevo en el marco de una serie de purgas y, una vez más, lo condenaron a vivir en un Gulag cerca a Omsk, donde pasó siete años de su vida.

Goumilev demostró un estoicismo excepcional y una resistencia sin parangón que lo mantuvo firme todo ese tiempo. De día trabajaba y de noche escribía las notas que constituirían los esbozos de su primer libro dedicado a la historia de los xiongnu, un pueblo de habla túrquica que era antepasado de los hunos. Este libro, titulado Los Xiongnu, sigue considerándose una obra de referencia sobre el tema, aunque no ha sido muy traducido en el extranjero, sólo cuenta con ediciones en italiano, turco y polaco. El XX Congreso del PCUS y la llegada al poder de Nikita Jrushchov marcaron el inicio de un periodo de distención dentro de la URSS. Goumilev fue liberado y, de regreso a Leningrado, donde trabajaba como bibliotecario, inició una correspondencia con dos de los fundadores del movimiento eurasiático: Petr Savitski, exiliado en Praga – al que conoció durante un breve viaje a Checoslovaquia – y Georges Vernadski, que se había convertido en profesor universitario en los Estados Unidos. El contacto con el pensamiento euroasiático animó a Goumilev no sólo a proseguir sus trabajos, sino también a ampliarlos, desarrollarlos y añadirles un gran número de conceptos tomadas de la geografía, la etnología, la historia de las religiones, la biología y la paleo-climatología que estaba en consonancia con la metodología desarrollada por los euroasiáticos de las décadas de 1920 y 1930. Y aunque a partir de ese momento comenzó a tener una vida más estable, su situación académica continúo siendo precaria. Sus trabajos fueron frecuentemente censurados, criticados y condenados al ostracismo. También se le negó la posibilidad de dar conferencias universitarias a pesar del apoyo de algunos de sus colegas y antiguos directores que desde hacía mucho tiempo reconocían sus capacidades. Muchos de sus libros, sobre todo los más importantes desde el punto de vista teórico, fueron rechazados por las editoriales soviéticas. No fue sino hasta finales de la década 1980, en el clima de la Perestroika, que sus obras fueron finalmente publicadas, convirtiéndose rápidamente en un éxito.

Lev Goumilev murió en San Petersburgo en junio de 1992 a la edad de 80 años. A pesar de las dificultades que tuvo que afrontar a lo largo de su vida, escribió diez libros y más de doscientos artículos, es muy conocido en Rusia y en el mundo postsoviético, incluso entre el gran público. Ha sido citado por jefes de Estado como Vladimir Putin, Nursultan Nazarbaiev, quien fue presidente de Kazajstán, y Askar Akaev, expresidente de Kirguistán. Además, sus obras siguen siendo citadas por muchos intelectuales y políticos de la República de Tartastán. Una universidad kazaja (la Universidad Nacional Eurasiática de Astana) lleva su nombre y su antiguo apartamento se ha convertido en una casa museo. Sus ideas fueron retomadas por Said Buriatski, ideólogo islámico de las guerrillas del Cáucaso, con tal de oponerse a Moscú y legitimar la creación de una confederación musulmana del Cáucaso Norte separada de Rusia. Sus obras se reeditan con regularidad y su pensamiento ha influido e inspirado a un gran número de pensadores y artistas. Aunque sus libros son poco traducidos en el extranjero, su obra ha sido objeto de análisis y monografías en Italia (Luigi Zuccaro en 2022, Dario Citati en 2015 y Martino Conserva en 2005), Estados Unidos (Mark Bassin) y Francia (por Marlène Laruelle, quien las ha abordado de una forma innecesariamente polémica).

La revalorización de los pueblos nómadas del Asia Central

La primera parte de las obras de Lev Goumilev está íntegramente dedicada al estudio de los pueblos turco-mongoles del Asia Central. No se trata de estudios especulativos o místicos sino, por el contrario, del fruto de varios años de estudio realizados durante expediciones arqueológicas que permitieron al investigador ruso estar en contacto directo con los descendientes de los pueblos que estudiaba. El resultado de estos estudios y experiencias sobre el terreno es una obra polifacética y abundante cuyas características ya pueden verse en su “trilogía de la estepa”. En sus tres primeros libros (Los Xiongnu, publicado en 1960; Los antiguos turcos, en 1967; En búsqueda de un reino imaginado, en 1970) Goumilev mostró mucho interés por la historia de los pueblos turco-mongoles que, durante siglos, dominaron las estepas de Asia Central y crearon inmensos imperios que se extendían desde Corea hasta las puertas de Europa. El investigador ruso se esfuerza por devolverles una dignidad cultural e histórica despreciada durante mucho tiempo por la historiografía rusa, a la que Goumilev y los eurasiáticos acusan de haber sido influenciada por Occidente y su concepción de la civilización, ya que para ellos estos pueblos eran considerados como bárbaros. Frente a esta corriente historiográfica, que no veía en estos pueblos más que una sucesión de tiranías y destrucciones, Goumilev no sólo rehabilita sus estructuras culturales, sino que subraya las distintas facetas de cohabitación entre los pueblos rusos y turco-mongoles que, más allá de sus relaciones conflictivas, pasaron por periodos de simbiosis, alianzas e intercambios recíprocos. El punto de vista desde el que Goumilev abordó la historia del pueblo xiongnu en el primer volumen de su trilogía, Los xiongnu, era totalmente inédito en su época, ya que trató de distanciarse lo más posible de la historiografía china, única fuente que existía en ese entonces sobre este proto-imperio turco. El Imperio Medio estaba constantemente en guerra con el Imperio Xiongnu, los cuales eran considerados como los antepasados de los hunos. Goumilev, en cambio, optó por una perspectiva “des-chinificada”, rehabilitando a lo xiongnu como sujetos históricos; este enfoque ya había sido adoptado por el historiador y académico francés René Grousset en L'Empire des steppes: Attila, Genghis Khan, Tamerlan, que desde entonces se ha convertido en un clásico sobre el tema.

En su libro Los Xiongnu, Goumilev propone tres grandes temas a seguir en su enfoque intelectual y metodológico: restablecer a los pueblos de las estepas como sujetos de la historia, descentrar radicalmente las narraciones sobre los mismos y emanciparlas del eurocentrismo que tiende a dividir a los pueblos en “civilizados” y “bárbaros”, y presentar una concepción cíclica de la historia de los pueblos, una historia íntimamente ligada a su entorno y su clima.  En el siguiente volumen, Los antiguos turcos, se nota una evolución en su metodología al analizar la formación del primer imperio turco, de cuya disolución surgieron dos kaganatos (reinos) que tuvieron una enorme extensión territorial: desde Crimea hasta la actual Vladivostok. En este libro Goumilev critica enérgicamente las doctrinas maniqueístas, las cuales se convirtieron en la religión oficial del Imperio uigur, acusándola de haber instaurado en la cúspide del Estado una actitud destructiva hacia el mundo y la realidad debido a que imponía la idea de distanciarse de la mundanidad con tal de alcanzar la pureza espiritual. En su opinión, este alejamiento del mundo desarticuló las estructuras sociales y apartó a los uigures de sus valores ancestrales, lo que provocó el colapso del Imperio. El último volumen de la trilogía de Goumilev sin duda es el más interesante, empezando por su título: En busca de un reino imaginado. Lo terminó de escribir en 1970, pero no se publicó hasta 1987 e inmediatamente después fue traducido al inglés por la prestigiosa editorial de la Universidad de Cambridge. El tema es realmente sorprendente. Se trata de un intento de comprender la realidad histórica oculta tras la leyenda del Preste Juan. Según esta leyenda del siglo XII – que apareció en pleno apogeo de las Cruzadas – existía un reino cristiano más allá de Persia, en el Asia Central, que era gobernado por un rey-sacerdote, el Preste Juan, descendiente de los Magos. En aquella época, esta leyenda era tomada con mucha seriedad, ya que los europeos buscaban una alianza en esa zona con tal de luchar contra los turcos que en ese entonces dominaban el Oriente Próximo y amenazaban los reinos cruzados. Este libro es interesante por varias razones. En primer lugar, por su enfoque: Goumilev realiza una descripción muy detallada de su época que abarca tanto los imperios, reinos, pueblos y personajes que existían desde Europa hasta el Asia Central y como ellos interactuaban entre sí. Además, examina las mentalidades de esta época, sus deseos y sus visiones del mundo, sin limitarse a los meros hechos históricos. Esta metodología recuerda a la obra maestra de Fernand Braudel, Le monde et la Méditerranée à l'époque de Philippe II, fruto de veinte años de investigación.

La visión que Goumilev tiene de Europa y de la civilización occidental es también sorprendente: contrariamente a la vulgata de la época, que veía a Occidente como un modelo a imitar, el investigador ruso describe una Europa subdesarrollada, atrasada y provinciana. Esta crítica es objetivamente errónea, ya que éste fue el siglo de la caballería, de las primeras universidades, de la invención del molino, de los trovadores y de los grandes proyectos de salud. La tesis central del libro es que Goumilev cree que el Preste Juan existió, al igual que su reino, que identifica con el kaganato mongol de Kara-Kitaj, cuyo fundador, Yelü Dashi, era cristiano nestoriano. El nombre de Juan podría ser una transliteración del nombre de pila de uno de sus hijos, Elías, que unos cientos de kilómetros conocido como Yohanna y luego como Juan.

Una última observación. Es necesario matizar la turcofilia de Goumilev. Si bien es cierto que hubo periodos en los que las relaciones entre los pueblos turco-mongoles y rusos fueron mucho más complejas de lo que la historiografía oficial ha afirmado durante mucho tiempo, no es posible hablar de una armonía total o relaciones simbióticas. Afirmar, como hizo posteriormente Goumilev, que los pueblos eslavos – y más concretamente los rusos – nunca estuvieron sometidos al yugo turco y mongol, e insistir en que siempre hubo complementariedad, hace más parte de la fantasía que de la realidad histórica, ignorando la existencia de trece guerras libradas entre otomanos y rusos y que estuvieron a punto de convertirse en catorce de haber estallado un conflicto entre ellos en 1947 y de nuevo en el 2016. El panturquismo sigue siendo una amenaza muy grande para Irán, China y Rusia, y las relaciones entre Moscú y Ankara están dictadas sobre todo por las circunstancias, no por una amistad natural heredada de siglos de simbiosis. Como señala Igor Delanoë, director adjunto del Observatorio Franco-Ruso, “las élites rusas y turcas comparten el deseo de crear un orden mundial policéntrico que supuestamente daría a Moscú y Ankara la oportunidad de convertirse en polos de poder afirmando su liderazgo a escala regional o incluso mundial en el caso de Rusia. Esta atracción por un mundo multipolar les está llevando a explorar formas alternativas de asociación que privilegian los intereses nacionales y se basan en gran medida en un enfoque transnacional desprovisto de confianza”. En otras palabras, las relaciones entre la “Tercera Roma” y la “Sublime Puerta” siempre se han caracterizado por la rivalidad y, hoy en día, por frágiles alianzas de circunstancias.

La teoría de la etnogénesis y la pasionaridad

La “Trilogía de la Estepa” representa, en cierto modo, la base de las siguientes obras de Goumilev. Después de terminar el tercer volumen, este historiador ruso se dedicó a perfeccionar sus puntos de vista teóricos con tal de publicar su obra más importante, un verdadero behemoth (casi ochocientas páginas), la famosa Etnogénesis y biosfera de la Tierra, presentada en 1974 como tesis doctoral a la Universidad de Leningrado. El comité examinador lo rechazó por considerar que la obra sobrepasaba los objetivos de una tesis doctoral normal. Fue por esa razón que el manuscrito fue depositado en los archivos de la universidad y solo gracias al boca a boca se convirtió en uno de los textos más consultados de la misma hasta que finalmente se publicó en la URSS en 1989. Rápidamente fue traducido al inglés y publicado en los Estados Unidos. Etnogénesis y biosfera de la Tierra es un libro absolutamente asombroso. Goumilev intenta responder la siguiente pregunta: ¿qué impulsa a ciertos pueblos y personajes a realizar hazañas que superan los logros de sus predecesores? ¿Cómo nacen, se desarrollan y declinan los pueblos y las civilizaciones? Se trata de una morfología de los pueblos y de la historia en su conjunto que Goumilev explora en su libro, prestando especial atención a la región euroasiática. En este sentido, Etnogénesis y biosfera de la Tierra (por la amplitud de sus temas, la riqueza de su pensamiento y la profundidad de su análisis) es comparable a libros como La decadencia de Occidente de Oswald Spengler, la Muqaddina del historiador árabe medieval Ibn Jaldún o el monumental Estudio de la Historia de Arnold Toynbee.

El punto de partida de la teoría de la etnogénesis de Goumilev es el estrecho vínculo entre un pueblo determinado y su entorno. Los cambios climáticos, que son cíclicos, influyen en el desarrollo de los pueblos, por lo que el autor recurrió ampliamente a la paleo-climatología en sus investigaciones, escribiendo numerosos artículos sobre el tema, uno de los cuales fue traducido al francés y publicado en 1965 en la prestigiosa revista Cahiers du Monde Russe, bajo el nombre de Les fluctuations de la mer Caspienne. Variations climatiques et histoire des peuples nomades au sud de la plaine russe. Según Goumilev, para que un pueblo pueda conquistar una vasta zona geográfica y fundar un imperio, deben darse ciertas condiciones climáticas y medioambientales: la presencia de pastos para el ganado, las variaciones del paisaje, la presencia o ausencia de cadenas montañosas, fuentes de agua, el tipo de clima, etc. Goumilev introduce también el concepto de “etnos”, que no puede traducirse como “etnia” porque no tiene una dimensión biológica o racial. Más bien, etnos se refiere a un grupo de individuos que se han adaptado al medio en el que viven generación tras generación y que los lleva a adoptar características propias de su entorno. El historiador ruso escribe: “Este grupo de individuos desarrolla un sentimiento de pertenencia basado en una lógica de ‘Nosotros/Los Otros’, es decir, percibiéndose a sí mismos como diferentes de los demás”. Cada etnia está formada por individuos que comparten un conjunto de valores, es decir, una cultura que se ha transmitido de generación en generación. La interacción entre el entorno y la comunidad de individuos da lugar a un “comportamiento estereotípico” que define las conductas comunes entre sus miembros. Inscritos en la cultura de la comunidad, estos estereotipos de comportamiento son inconscientes, automáticos y bastante dinámicos, ya que pueden cambiar con el tiempo y según el contexto, por lo que tienen una función adaptativa.

El etnos puede estar formado por diferentes subetnoi, unidades que no son lo suficientemente estables y desarrolladas como para ser definidas como un etnos. Los subetnoi pueden surgir cuando las comunidades se separan del etnos, como sucede con ciertas sectas o corrientes religiosas que desarrollan rasgos de comportamiento y estereotipos diferenciados, como los yezidíes o los molokanes. También hay que señalar que los entornos excesivamente monótonos difícilmente favorecen el nacimiento de nuevos etnoi; Europa y el Cáucaso, con sus paisajes diversos, han visto nacer un número impresionante de etnoi. Mientras que el subetnoi es la unidad más pequeña del etnos, el superetnos es su manifestación más desarrollada y se corresponde, en cierta medida, a las diferentes civilizaciones. Según Goumilev, el Imperio ruso y la Res Publicae Christiana son superetnos formados por diversos etnoi que comparten rasgos comunes. Esto no significa que los etnoi de un superetnos sean siempre armoniosos y pacíficos entre sí; pueden surgir conflictos, a veces sangrientos, entre ellos. En el caso de la superetnia rusa, el autor identifica las siguientes etnoi: Grandes Rusos, Bielorrusos, Ucranianos, Tártaros de Kazán y varias subetnoi, entre los que podemos contar a los cosacos del Don, los Viejos Creyentes y los Pomori. Los tártaros musulmanes no están incluidos, ya que están adscritos a la superetnia musulmana. Goumilev menciona también el ejemplo de Francia, que estudia varias veces porque representa un caso básico. La etnia francesa se compone de subetnoi como los bretones, provenzales, alsacianos, vascos, normandos, etc., todas ellas pequeñas etnias que en su día se fusionaron para formar la etnia francesa y que ahora tienen más en común que rasgos distintivos. Cada etnos pasa por diferentes fases, todas ellas caracterizadas por un “imperativo de comportamiento”, es decir, una misión:

Fase ascendente → el etnos es joven, dinámico y mantiene una relación viva con el entorno (imperativo de comportamiento: “Sé lo que debes ser”).

Fase de acméica → el etnos sigue siendo muy activo, pero tiene una relación menos dinámica con su entorno (“Sé lo que eres”).

Fase de resquebrajamiento → el etnos se encuentra menos organizado en su relación con el entorno (“Que las cosas no sean como antes”)

Fase de inercia → el etnos ha acumulado todo el conocimiento técnico que ha podido y ha desarrollado sistemas de valores que se vuelven estáticos (“Sé como eres”)

Fase de obscurecimiento → se encuentra caracterizada por la rigidez y el etnos ya no produce nada en cuanto a técnica y valores comunes (“Confórmate con lo que tienes”)

Fase homeostática → el etnos y su entorno se empobrecen irremediablemente (“Recuerda lo bueno que era antes”).

Goumilev también plantea la cuestión de las relaciones entre los etnoi. Distingue cuatro tipos de relación:

Coexistencia: los etnoi interactúan sin mezclarse y permanecen separados. La coexistencia puede adoptar la forma de simbiosis (dos etnoi se necesitan mutuamente), ksenia (cohabitación cordial pero neutra) y quimera (los etnoi son totalmente opuestos e incompatibles, lo que provoca conflictos e incluso masacres mutuas).

Asimilación: los miembros de una etnia se integran en otra y olvidan sus orígenes.

Mestizaje: hibridación en la que persiste el recuerdo de los respectivos orígenes.

Fusión: cuando miembros de etnias diferentes se unen para formar una nueva etnia.

Pero, ¿qué desencadena el nacimiento de los etnoi y el paso de una fase a otra de sus ciclos? Aquí es donde Goumilev expone su teoría más controvertida, fascinante y extraña a la vez: la “pasionaridad”, que se corresponde a grandes rasgos con la energía vital desplegada por un pueblo en determinados momentos de su ciclo histórico. En su opinión, existen tres tipos de individuos: los pasionarios, que se caracterizan por la disponibilidad, el compromiso, la determinación y la capacidad de aceptar sacrificios por el bien de la comunidad; los armónicos, más equilibrados y racionales, inclinados a la autoconservación; y, por último, están los subpasionales, que son hedonistas, obsesionados con la autoconservación y plagados de neurosis. Las comunidades donde los pasionarios son numerosos y dominantes son dinámicas, creativas, conquistadoras y dotadas de una energía que las impulsa a todo tipo de empresas. Esta es precisamente la pasionaridad de la que habla Goumilev, la energía que está en el origen de todos los procesos de etnogénesis. En las dos primeras fases, denominadas ascendente y acmeica, los individuos pasionarios son la mayoría. En las fases tercera y cuarta, las de inercia y resquebrajamiento, los armónicos son la mayoría. En cambio, los individuos subpasionales dominan las últimas fases, las de decadencia.

Lo absolutamente sorprendente de esta teoría de la pasionaridad es el supuesto origen cósmico de esta energía. Para apoyar sus hipótesis, Goumilev se basa en diversos estudios astrofísicos y paleo-climatológicos con el fin de observar posibles concordancias entre los ciclos solares, los cambios climáticos en determinadas épocas y las fases de etnogénesis en el curso de la historia. Según el investigador ruso, los ciclos solares producen un excedente de energía en la Tierra que altera los procesos bioquímicos de los seres vivos, incluidos los humanos. Esto explicaría por qué surgen y se abren paso en la historia individuos y grupos pasionarios. Esta teoría fue parcialmente validada por investigadores de la Universidad de Omsk a finales de 1990 y principios del 2000, y por la paleo-climatología, que demostró que los periodos de expansión mongola y tártara en Asia Central coincidieron con periodos de insolación que permitieron ampliar las zonas de pastoreo.

Lev Goumilev y el eurasianismo

Ya hemos visto cómo Goumilev mantuvo correspondencia epistolar con dos de los fundadores del movimiento eurasiático en la década de 1920. También está claro que el principal objeto de estudios de este pensador era Eurasia. Por lo tanto, conviene concluir este breve relato de su vida y sus investigaciones mencionando algunos de los puntos de convergencia y divergencia entre su pensamiento y el del movimiento eurasiático, al que se refirió explícitamente cuando se describió a sí mismo en una entrevista en televisión titulada “el último eurasiático”. En primer lugar, es importante tener en cuenta que Goumilev representa una especie de puente entre el eurasianismo clásico – que surgió en la diáspora rusa de la década de 1920 y cuyos principales exponentes son Nikolai Troubetskoi, Petr Savitski y Georges Vernadski – y el neo-eurasismo cuyo exponente más famoso es Alexander Dugin. Mientras que los autores clásicos basaban su pensamiento en datos lingüísticos, geográficos, históricos y étnicos, los neo-eurasiáticos proponen dos componentes que los primeros pasaron por alto: el aspecto místico, con el concepto de la Tercera Roma, y el aspecto geopolítico, que se convirtió en uno de los principales problemas de la política internacional rusa a mediados de 1990. No es de extrañar que gran parte de la obra de Goumilev se haya traducido al turco: los círculos euroasiáticos de Turquía (intelectuales, pero también políticos y militares) insisten en que Ankara debe rechazar la occidentalización y aliarse con Rusia para la creación de un mundo multipolar.

Aunque bautizado e identificado como ortodoxo, Goumilev no era un practicante. Influido por los fundadores del eurasianismo, en los que vio un importante medio para repensar la coexistencia de los pueblos que conformaban el Imperio ruso, y cuya voluntad de subrayar los estrechos vínculos que existían entre el medio ambiente y el pueblo, influyó a su vez en la nueva generación de eurasiáticos, pero casi todos ellos se vieron obligados a enfrentarse a él después. Sin embargo, el aspecto místico está prácticamente ausente de la obra del pensador ruso, que también evitó toda consideración política y geopolítica, debido a que las juzgaba, con razón, fuera de su competencia. Otro punto que une a Goumilev con los eurasiáticos clásicos y los neo-eurasiáticos es su implacable crítica del eurocentrismo y, en general, de Occidente, que a su juicio era el exponente de una ideología materialista y agresiva que ponía en peligro a las otras civilizaciones. Para los eurasiáticos y Goumilev era importante centrarse en el estudio de Oriente como un medio para volver a la Tradición y renovarla. Y a pesar de que algunas de sus hipótesis son excesivamente aventuradas y tiene todo tipo de opiniones tajantes que parecen reflejar más sus inclinaciones personales que una verdad objetiva, el pensamiento de Lev Goumilev sigue siendo extremadamente rico, estimulante y profundo. Sus teorías sobre la etnogénesis pueden ayudarnos a comprender mejor el presente, especialmente la geopolítica, desde una perspectiva apolítica, situando nuestras reflexiones dentro de una dinámica histórica en la que las constantes históricas de lo que Fernand Braudel llamaba “la larga duración” tienen mucho más peso e interés que los meros acontecimientos. En definitiva, Goumilev es una lectura obligada para todo aquel que quiera hacerse con las herramientas necesarias para reflexionar sobre los orígenes de los pueblos y los ciclos históricos que jalonan su existencia.

Lecturas para profundizar en el autor:

Citati D., La passione dell’Eurasia, 2015, edizioni Mimesis.

Bassin M., Ethno-paysages et ethno-parasites: l’écologie de l’ethnicité chez Lev Goumiliov, https://revues.univ-tlse2.fr/slavicaoccitania/index.php?id=2083&file=1

Laruelle M., L’idéologie eurasiste russe, ou comment penser l’empire, éditions l’Harmattan.

Laruelle M., Lev Goumilev: biologisme et eurasisme dans la pensée russe contemporaine.

Goumilev L., Les fluctuations de la mer Caspienne. Variations climatiques et histoire des peuples nomades au sud de la plaine russe, 1965, Les Cahiers du Monde Russe.

Fuente: https://rebellion-sre.fr/lev-goumilev-le-dernier-eurasiste/

#eurasianismo #historia #lev goumelev #pensamiento #geografía #asia central #rusia #eslavos #turcos #mongoles #pueblos nomadas

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Between Regulations and Protocols

Part 2/?

Masterlist

Thrawn x OC: Ceka Lo

Pairing: M/F

Rating: Teen

Warnings: very awkward aliens are awkward, and angst if you squint, lines in fictional language, (lines will only be written in Togruti when from the perspective of someone that doesn't speak the language).

He didn't see her for quite a while after that. In fact it was a little odd how Ceka seemed to have disappeared entirely after the interrogation. She was nowhere to be seen, and nobody seemed to be questioning where she went besides Thrawn himself. 

"Captain Lowell, have you seen Agent Lo recently?" He asked the younger officer next to him. 

"I know she's off duty right now. Last I saw, she was requesting a shuttle to go planetside. I think she's still there, sir." He replied. 

Curious that she didn't simply go back to her cabin. "I see." 

It was understandable that she might want a moment to calm her nerves. Though, at this point, Ceka might be struggling to come to terms with her choice and doing more harm to herself than good. 

"Captain, please see to it that the rest of the Chimera's  recuperation is completed. I will be debriefing the officers on the planet's surface." He said before heading down to the hangar to take a shuttle down to Watellou. 

Ceka wouldn't have gone far. She can only take the shuttle so far before it's anti-theft beacon begins transmitting. Of course, she could have dismantled it to avoid being tracked, but if she didn't plan on going out that far anyway, then there would be no point in going to such lengths to avoid being found. 

Upon landing, at the command center, he found Ceka's shuttle. She more than likely walked to a more obscure location. 

"Grand admiral, sir!" A younger officer called to him. "The compound is ready for debriefing." 

"They may take a moment longer to gather themselves, lieutenant." He said, "Have you seen Agent Lo as of late?" 

"Lo?" He looked around for a bit, remembering something before standing back at attention. "I recall seeing her head East into the hills. Said we should comm her if she's needed. Should I send for her?" 

"That will be unnecessary. I will go speak with her myself. If I have not returned by the hour, then have Captain Jashua carry out the debriefing as originally planned." 

"Of course, sir." The lieutenant saluted and was off with his dismissal. 

In reality, Thrawn fully expected to be gone for more than fifteen minutes. Whatever Ceka was beating herself about was probably a lot more complicated than the decision she made today.

She must have gone a fair distance. It took over ten minutes to find her. When he finally did see Ceka, she was laying on her back, on the slope of the hill, staring up at the stars above. 

"The Chimera has a more complete view of the stars in this quadrant." He spoke up to give her some warning of his presence. 

"Not from this angle." She shrugged, still not giving him any other indication she acknowledged his presence. "Are you going to lay down, or do you just wanna stand there staring at me having an existential crisis?" 

"I find it curious that your state of crisis entails calm self reflection." 

"It's great, the grass is soft and I only cried for twenty minutes and threw a fifteen pound rock down the hill. Now I'm just trying to calm the hell down, maybe reminisce about my home and regret leaving." She explained. 

Thrawn decided to take her offer and lay down next to her. "That does not sound enticing." 

"And yet, here you are." 

"What is preferable about this point of view on the planet?" He asked. 

"I can see Shili from here." Ceka pointed to a rather small speck on the vast black sky. "Technically that's the Shili system's orbital star, but that's the only marker visible from here. Though it's only visible in the growing season here on Watellou. My research tells me they call it, loosely translated, 'The Star of Nurturing' which I find somewhat comforting." 

"And why is that?" He asked. 

"Because that's roughly the same sentiment it has on Shili. Oddly enough, The Watellou system's orbital star is only visible in the autumn months on Shili. At least from the Lo Tribe territory. When fishing is at its apex. It's in the constellation of Buniika, who's considered the mother of medicinal herbs." 

Thrawn noted every word Ceka shared about her culture. "Is Buniika a legendary, or historical figure?"

"Shili has a habit of making historical figures into legendary ones. Sometimes they pass the status of legend, and go straight to mythological figures." She said. "Though her story never struck me as a legend. The remedies and medicines credited to Buniika are still in use today by tribes all over Shili…. Or at least they were all over Shili." 

"Do you not have a historical record of her remedies?" 

"Not in the Lo Tribe at least." Ceka chuckled. "We have a tradition of oral history. The only records in my home tribe are carved into the sides of ships, boats, and wind zippers." 

"Your land included a body of water?" 

"No. We didn't have land. Our territory was the entire Akaedaah ocean. In the center was a massive rig that served as a town center. It docked the giant clan ships that sailed the seas as their own mobile towns. Those clan ships docked smaller family ships, and those docked smaller, personal boats, where things like wind zippers were kept." Ceka explained. "We would name ships, boats and vessels after legendary, mythological, or historical figures. Asking someone about what or who their boat was named after was as common as asking what someone's favorite holonovel is. And that tradition created a system of oral history that the Lo Tribe still keeps alive to the best of our ability. My oldest sister is currently in charge of the tribe. She keeps as much of the Tribe alive as possible; the stories, people, language, art, music." 

"I attempted to look into art from your tribe." Thrawn admitted. "I could not seem to find anything recorded like I could for most other tribes on Shili. Though, I presume that is because of your people's traditions of passing knowledge down by spoken word." 

Ceka let out a little chuckle. "Yeah… sorry about that. The art we do have is either abandoned at the Akaedaah ocean shores, or very personal and somewhat… promiscuous for Lo Tribesman." 

"What about your art is promiscuous?" 

"Our most prominent form of visual art is a tattoo practice known as Eh'ahk." She explained. "Milestones in one's life are marked by symbols inside the skin markings that Togrutas seem to be known for. The tattoo's color matches the color of the skin, making symbols a sort of negative space. Kids usually start at around fifteen years of age." 

Thrawn was still confused. "How is that considered taboo among your people, yet it is still such a widespread practice?" 

"The tattoos themselves aren't what's considered promiscuous. It's the act of showing them that has the social context of being an intimate or flirtatious act." She elaborated. "Oddly enough, we have festival and wedding clothing designed to tease in that way." 

"Then the likelihood of an outsider being allowed to study this art is quite scarce." 

"Yes." Ceka agreed. "Unless you plan on getting very close with me or one of my Tribesmen, you may never see Eh'ahk." 

"You say it is a tattoo art, yet despite that, none of your superiors have ever attempted to call it a violation." He recalled her clean record. "After all your time in the Imperial Navy, there would be at least one superior officer to attempt." 

"I am very careful to not be seen out of uniform." Ceka admitted. "I have so many tattoos that even just appearing in my undershirt would show a lot of them. But at least one superior officer has seen my Eh'ahk. Though, showing her was not a mistake." 

"Despite it being an intimate gesture?" 

"... And here I thought you were one of the best minds in the Empire." 

It took Thrawn longer than he cared to admit to put the pieces together. While his first thought was that Ceka was not above sleeping with a superior officer to gain some kind of favor, he ultimately came to the conclusion that she never carried herself in a way that suggested she was manipulative in nature. 

Ceka knew how to play her hand, but she was honest down to her core. She first made him aware of her goals. Second she made herself clear about her tactics. On a fundamental level, Ceka was loyal to herself in a way that many officers in the Empire would find attractive. Including female officers that probably weren't very loyal to the Empire in the first place because of its widespread bigotry toward varying sexualities. 

"My apologies. My initial conclusion was faulty because I assumed same sex relationships within the Empire were more rare and more obscured than in reality." He stated. 

"It's alright." Ceka chuckled. "You're the only person I've mentioned it to. For the record, I don't make a habit of confessing my sexual history to my superior officers." 

"I'm having trouble discerning your criteria for disclosing such information." He said. 

"Ah. That's just code for saying you're tired of me over sharing." 

"Not quite." He stated. "For many, perhaps. I am simply attempting to find an explanation for why you would trust me with such information. You could be court marshalled for having a sexual relationship with a superior officer, especially a homosexual one. The Empire is not forgiving to those that do not fit its perfect mold." 

"Yeah I know… I'm still trying to figure out why I trust you so much." She shrugged. "I like to think we're more than just work acquaintances, but I would be lying if I said I think you see me as a friend." 

"And what do you see me as, Agent Lo?" He asked with genuine curiosity. 

Ceka took a moment to think her answer over. Her expression showed the face of someone searching their soul for an answer. Though, eventually, she found something to say. 

"... I see you as trustworthy." Ceka finally concluded. "Whether or not I see you as a friend or an acquaintance is not important. I feel like I can trust you to act with fair judgment, and that's enough for me to be honest with you. Even if I might have crossed the line of what is considered appropriate to talk about with a superior officer. What do you see me as, Grand Admiral Thrawn?" 

Thrawn thought of his answer just as she had. "Whether or not I see you as a friend or an acquaintance is irrelevant. You are honest and reliable in more than just your work. If I need something from you, I can trust that you can help me, and I would do the same for you. I do not know if you would qualify that as friendship, but that is how I see you." 

Ceka was about to say something, but her comm beeped just before she managed to say anything "-This is ISD Chimera Communication contacting Agent Lo, do you read?" 

"This is Lo, what do you need?" 

"You have a civilian transmission from Niiva Lo on Shili. It's marked urgent." The technician replied. 

Ceka suddenly sat up, an expression of worry crossing her face. "Give me ten minutes, I'll be there." 

"Roger that, agent." The comm cut out and Ceka stood. 

Thrawn followed after her. "I take it this is abnormal." 

"Yes. Niiva doesn't contact me. I have to contact her. If she went through the trouble of going through the right channels to transmit to the Chimera, then something has gone horribly wrong." 

Thrawn went along with her as she made her way back up to that Chimera. Though, he did not follow her all the way to the communication center. He figured Ceka would come to him if she needed something from him, but her private affairs were none of his business. 

But not even after he retired for the night, he received Ceka's request for three weeks of personal leave. He didn't sign or decline it just yet. If he was going to make a choice on being without her for that long, then he would need her to give him more context for this sudden change.

-X- 

It wasn't until morning when he saw Ceka again. "May I ask why you have asked for three weeks off duty?" 

"Technically, no." She said. "But I should disclose that it is a family issue that I need to go home for. However, in the spirit of trusting you, I will say that it's because of a transition of power in my tribe, and a lot of civil unrest in Corvala city." 

"What is the situation in Corvala City?" 

"My mother passed away last month." Ceka stated. "If you recall, I asked for the day of her Sva'bhat'si-" She stopped herself, finding the right word. "Funeral to go home. My sister had already been leading the tribe for some time, so the initial transition was as easy as it can be in times of crisis; Niiva's coronation to be the official head of the Tribe needs to be soon. But the Lo Tribe has specific traditions that require the Bhem'rrreesa-" Ceka cut herself off again. "The uh, town center that still resides in our original territory on the Akaedaah ocean. However, Imperial authority on Shili is… hesitant to allow us to congregate without imperial law enforcement. I need to be there to negotiate for our temporary return to the Bhem'rrreesa." 

He had never seen Ceka struggle with language in this way, though it did make sense, these were words she did not have to translate very often "And this somehow leads to civil unrest in the whole city?" He asked, already beginning to strategize something for her to go to Shili with. 

"Corvala city is not like it was before the Clone Wars. Now it's a massive city, filled with Togruta people from hundreds of smaller tribes from all over Shili that have been displaced by the Empire. The vast majority of the city sympathizes with the current plight of the Lo Tribe, creating a massive outrage throughout the entire city. It's because of this outrage that the imperial occupation is more hesitant to negotiate with us. They don't want to show that enough outrage and backlash can beat them into submission. If they do, they fear a rebel splinter cell might start forming on Shili." Ceka explained. 

"It has been a while since you have found a step to take toward your goal of getting your people back to your ancestral territory." Thrawn noted. 

"Yes." Ceka nodded. "This is probably one of the most impactful negotiations for the Lo Tribe. I need to be there for them, not only as an imperial officer, but also as a member of the Lo tribe." 

"Are you certain this is the most efficient way to ensure your Tribe's tradition is kept?" Thrawn asked. 

"How do you mean?" 

"Both you and I know that any officer that outranks you will attempt to negate any negotiation for your people. No matter how convincing or logical your argument is." He pointed out. 

"Unfortunately, I just have to believe I can find a way." Ceka admitted. "Admiral Konstantine is currently in command of the Shili occupation; I just have to convince him that it would be more dangerous to forbid the congregation." 

"You know as well as I do that Konstantine will not be so easy to convince." He said. "The only reasoning that Konstantine respects is military rank or status."

"What are you suggesting, Thrawn?" She finally broke. 

"I can bring the situation to the attention of Grand Moff Tarkin, and at the very least, I can temporarily seize control of the occupation and give your people the place you need for your tradition or aid you in convincing Konstantine." He offered. 

To say Ceka was taken aback by the offer was an understatement. It looked as though she had to physically stop herself from flinching when she finally processed exactly what Thrawn was suggesting. "Not even you would offer such a massive contribution without a promise of something in return." 

She was sharp. "All I desire is the opportunity to study your Tribe's tradition for myself." 

"You want an invitation." Ceka pieced together. "That's it?" 

Thrawn nodded. "Your Tribe's tradition of keeping an oral history among its people instead of a written record makes it difficult for me to study the culture for myself. As you may have deduced, learning of arts and cultures foreign to my own is a passion of mine." He explained. "If I cannot study by my usual methods, I want to find an alternative. The way you explain it tells me the best way is to experience it for myself." 

Ceka considered something for a minute, looking over his expression carefully. "That's really all you want?" 

"Yes." He stated firmly. "Is that so difficult to believe?" 

"A little." She agreed. "When you suggested coming to Shili with me, I was going to invite you anyway. It's not exactly a closed event." 

Thrawn allowed himself to find the irony in that. "Give me a day. We can depart by tomorrow morning."

It was not difficult to convince Grand Moff Tarkin that Konstantine did not have the situation on Shili under control. However, The Chimera needed to stay where it was. The occupation of Watellou was too vital to simply drop, but allowing the next in command to take control for the duration of time until he and Ceka returned would not be difficult. Though, it would only be Thrawn and Ceka.

By the next morning, the two were boarding the shuttle that would take them to Shili. 

"Sir. I should warn you before we land, I have four siblings. All of them will want to meet you, and.. umm… well, I know you study foreign cultures, but my tribe and family might seem very… eccentric." 

"I have prepared myself for cultural differences, Agent Lo." Thrawn assured. 

Ceka took a moment to convince herself. "Mi comrro ke yeh sva'bhat'si."

Based on what little Togruti he had learned from her already, that did not give him confidence, but he was sure the Lo Tribe would mean him no harm. While he had prepared himself for culture shock, something about Ceka's reaction did not put him at ease. 

Upon landing, Ceka took a deep breath, more than likely summoning the courage to face all of these people. The two made their way to the gate where someone she knew was more than likely waiting for them. "Sir, just as a frame of reference, how much Togruti do you understand?"  

"Some vague words and very few sentences." He answered. 

"Oh, that's great." Ceka sighed in relief. The exact second she spotted who she was looking for, she called out. "Comrro, bahko e'dai d'ruta'grut!!"

There were two women and an individual that presented themself more androgynously. The shorter of the two Togruta women turned her head and a smile spread across her face as soon as she saw Ceka. 

Thrawn could say he knew of Ceka's family on some level. Though, he had not considered that she might be an identical twin. 

"Ceka!! Yeh et sva!" She yelled back, charging at Ceka as though she was ready to tackle her sister to the ground. If he didn't know Ceka was a well seasoned fighter, he would have stepped in and prevented what looked like a vicious attack. At the last moment, she grabbed hold of her sister and swung her around harmlessly as though this was common practice every time they met. 

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, this is my twin sister, Juna Lo. And that is my sibling Cirra Lo."

Cirra looked as though they wanted nothing more than to disappear. Juna truly was identical to Ceka. The two of them wore clothing that covered their entire chest, arms and legs, more than likely hiding the tattoos Ceka had told him of. Juna even shared the same skin markings as her sister as though they were perfect mirror images of one another. 

"Ceka…" Juna chastised. "Yeh nah te'aan nehl maijet." 

"Juna!" Ceka argued back. "Nehl e'tunga Mah'huhk." 

Juna only laughed. "Nehl eh'viida sa ke'leh" 

"Stop talking, Juna!" 

The last sibling approached her sister with more composure and poise. The oldest of the four present siblings stood upright, she was tall enough that her eyeline met Thrawn's own, and she towered over most of the people in this public space. She carried herself in a way that reminded him quite vividly of a specific Chiss woman he knew rather well that still resides in the Ascendancy. 

"Dau Admiral." She greeted with a low and even voice that was heavy with her Togruti accent. "I am Niiva Lo. I am told by Ceka that you plan to help us… svah'grriva with det Admiral Konstantine." 

His knowledge of the Togruti language was limited, however he understood the hybrid word of 'offer' and 'balance.' "You have been told correctly, Lady Lo. I am here to help your tribe negotiate the cultural preservation of your leadership traditions." He nodded. 

It was clear that Niiva Lo commanded respect with her stance and presence. Despite the knowledge that she was essentially at the mercy of his negotiation skills, it was difficult to see her as anything other than an absolute equal. Her presence was very similar to Ar'alani. If the two were to meet they would either kill one another or end all conflict in the galaxy. 

"I am also told, you... k'ya hahm ke du Togruta Lo Anak'ki." Despite Niiva losing the words, she still held an air of confidence. 

Sensing her need, Ceka came to translate. "I told her you want to study the cultural practices of our people in exchange for your help with the negotiations." 

"Yes." Thrawn confirmed. "I do not often have the opportunity to experience the cultures I study. I am grateful for your acceptance." 

"Grre viida, ge'da brr'grut och du Anak'ki." Niiva said. 

"It has been a long time since an outsider has been invited to celebrate with our tribe." Ceka translate.

"Na yeh omak du Anak'ki ge anak, yeh khuk du ghem, dau'grriva." She said, Thrawn could not make much sense of the language, but the way she kept her voice in control as though by force was something that seemed to be quite universal. 

"If you can help our tribe go home, you have our acceptance and gratitude." 

"I will do my best for your people. I cannot promise permanence, but my goal is to assure that your people can keep this tradition alive. Your people's return to your home will need to be from your own initiatives." Thrawn gave a respectful nod to Niiva, hopefully showing rather than telling he meant what he said. 

Ceka watched Thrawn carefully, seeming to be taken somewhat off guard by his words. Though, she did hesitantly translate for her sister. 

Niiva smiled, now taking an honest look at her younger sister. "Det Dau Admiral ghem'huhk yeh, Ceka." 

"Mi neh'ehtutu. Nehl e'tunga Mah'huhk." Ceka seemed to be assuring her siblings of a lot of comments. Or was she denying something they asked her about? Niiva was not asking a question, but making a statement. Juna, who was still now standing a few feet away whispering to Cirra, had clearly been teasing Ceka earlier. Though, only now did he fully piece together that they were talking specifically about him, having heard Niiva call him 'Dau Admiral' once before. 

Niiva gestured for the two officers to follow her, as she caught Thrawn up on the issues Corvala city and the Lo Tribe were facing with Ceka following closely to translate. 

"Niiva says to allow her to put the public at ease while you take charge of convincing Admiral Konstantine. She and I will speak to the people and calm them enough to stop further outrage." Ceka translated thoroughly. "I am here to show there is a middle ground between Imperial authority and people of the Lo Tribe. She needs you to convince the Admiral that the public is dangerously close to rioting in the streets while she is calming them to the point where they can willingly accept that we won our tradition back with peace and not violence." 

"I can admire your strategy Lady Lo." Thrawn admitted. It truly was a thorough plan. He was not really the most experienced with politics, however outranking the current incompetent man in power would make this much easier. 

"Nehl ghem'huhk sa huhk'agu." Ceka said. Although slowly, Thrawn was beginning to understand specific words. 'Ghem'huhk' meant 'to admire.' Following that, earlier Niiva could only have told Ceka that he admired her. Which was true in several ways, though the way Ceka replied gave the impression that she didn't believe that was true. 

Niiva smiled and said something back for Ceka to translate. "That means a lot coming from such a revered tactician." 

Suddenly, a Togruta man ran up to Niiva, speaking quickly with panic. "Taaka, te'aan unt d'behm." Niiva reminded the man. He looked to be related to Ceka. Possibly another sibling or just a member of her tribe. 

"Vaati e' te'aan unt magrra! Nem te'aan svhau'yhe'na yeh ke'da!" He finally said clearly. 

"My apologies, I must go now." Niiva said quickly, following after the man with haste, leaving him and Ceka alone once again. 

"May I ask what that was about?" He asked. 

"My brother must have found Vaati Lomehkt starting trouble again." She shrugged. "She's been advocating for the liberation of Shili by violent means." 

"You should go to your sister. Help her with the situation you came here to put to ease. I will go to Konstantine and begin the preface of the negotiation." He said. 

Ceka nodded. "Alright. And, thank you, sir." 

She looked hesitant to take some sort of action. The argument in her own head went on before she simply nodded again and hurried off on her way. 

While Ceka had left, Juna did not make herself so scarce once her twin was gone. He began walking toward the military shuttle port, but she walked beside him. "So… Grand Admiral… you seem to enjoy Ceka's company." 

Good that Ceka wasn't the only one in the family that spoke Basic. He might have been prepared for how much the two look alike, but not for how much they sounded alike. "Agent Lo is a trustworthy and responsible individual under my command."

Juna nodded. "Good, good. A nice and professional response, but if you could speak freely, without fear of repercussions, what would you say about her?" 

She was not as subtle as she thought she was. Or perhaps Juna had a different goal in mind. "I would not say much different." He answered. "Ceka Lo is someone I trust. Regardless of whether or not she is a friend, I trust that she will help me, and I am willing to help her." 

Juna seemed to expect such an answer. "You keep yourself very distant from her." She said. "But you're not doing a very good job of staying distant, are you?" 

Thrawn was never good with politics. Whatever angle she was playing was both a mystery, and unsettling to him. "I am required to work with Agent Lo on a professional level. I would like to think I am not keeping myself very distant from her, as you say." 

"Hmm, that is not the way I see it." Juna clarified. "Ceka seems to think you keep her at arm's length. At least by what she told me." 

"And what did she tell you?" He asked. 

She was waiting for him to ask. "All you really need to know is that Ceka is under the impression that the only reason you admire her is because you want something from her." 

"She is honest and kind, despite the often cruel actions of many high ranking officers. What is there not to admire?" He asked. 

"I mean, you forgot to mention she's a hot little djeba that you can hardly take your eyes off of, but that's a fair assessment." 

Thrawn hesitated for a moment longer than he wanted to. Really he didn't want to show it at all, but the cobblestone pathway caught his boot the second his mind was trying to make sense of what Juna just said. 

Juna, for her part, didn't point it out, but the smirk on her face suggested it was her intention all along to get him to falter. Thrawn was quick to regain his composure. "I do not make a habit of commenting on my subordinates' physical appeal." 

"But you do admit that there is something physically appealing about her." Juna noted, watching carefully for his reaction. 

"That much is irrelevant." He stated. "My admiration of Agent Lo is not based on her physical attraction." 

"I didn't say it had to be based on that. I know Ceka is a clever woman. I'm pointing out that you do, in fact, find her attractive." 

There was no winning against Juna. He would not lie, since being untruthful would probably be more disastrous than saying out loud that, yes, Ceka was quite physically appealing. The idea of saying that to her identical twin, no less, was not a comforting idea either. "I will not dignify that with an answer." 

Juna bit out into laughter. "Alright, I think that's enough for me to draw my conclusions on. I hope you're not planning on standing aside while Ceka sings. Give her at least one dance!" She called after him as he crossed the gate into the military shuttle port. 

Juna had given Thrawn far too much to think on. Aside from his admission to himself that he found Ceka physically attractive, Juna's speculation that her sister feels as though he only wants something from her is a somewhat disheartening idea. He could not be certain she actually thought this. Perhaps he would be able to ask her himself. 

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[giancarlonicoli]

31 mag 2024 19:18

LA MELONI DICE CHE MATTEOTTI FU UCCISO DA “SQUADRISTI FASCISTI” MA OMETTE DI SOTTOLINEARE CHE "MUSSOLINI FU IL MANDANTE" (E IL MOTIVO DELL'OMICIDIO) – LILLO (IL FATTO): “IL DUCE VOLEVA MORTO MATTEOTTI PRIMA CHE DENUNCIASSE UNA STORIA DI TANGENTI PETROLIFERE CHE COINVOLGEVA I VERTICI DEL FASCISMO. LA CELEBRAZIONE ALLA CAMERA È STATA INDEGNA DI MATTEOTTI PERCHÉ NESSUNO HA TRATTATO QUESTI TEMI TABÙ CON PROFONDITÀ..." -

Marco Lillo per il Fatto Quotidiano - Estratti

A noi solo un compito esserne degni”, disse Turati riferendosi al martirio di Matteotti. Ecco, per dirla dritta la commemorazione di ieri alla Camera è stata indegna.

A partire dalla frase di Giorgia Meloni, scambiata per una grande novità. Non c'era bisogno di cento anni di studi per sentir dire che Matteotti è stato “ucciso da squadristi fascisti per le sue idee”. Questa frase l’avrebbe sottoscritta pure Mussolini dopo il processo farsa di Chieti. I killer erano squadristi fascisti.

Il punto è che facevano parte della Ceka. E non è un caso se in tanti discorsi (il presidente della camera Fontana, l’ex presidente Violante, lo storico Emilio Gentile e Bruno Vespa) nessuno abbia spiegato il ruolo della polizia segreta creata da Mussolini e capeggiata da due suoi sgherri. Si voleva evitare il vero tema: il mandante e il movente dell’omicidio.

Secondo la dottrina storica più seria e documentata, Matteotti è stato ucciso dalla sua Polizia segreta perché il mandante era Benito. Il movente secondo alcuni era politico, cioé l’affer mazione della dittatura, secondo altri era affaristico: Mussolini voleva morto Matteotti prima che denunciasse una storia di tangenti petrolifere che coinvolgeva i vertici del fascismo. La celebrazione è stata indegna di Matteotti perché nessuno ha trattato questi temi tabù con profondità.

(...)

Tutta la celebrazione di ieri è stata centrata sul discorso del 30 maggio 1924. Qualcuno ha fatto intendere che sia il movente. Nessuno ha detto che le ricerche dello storico Mauro Canali (non a caso mai citato) dimostrano il contrario: i killer arrivarono a Roma una settimana prima. Il movente non può essere quello anche se piace a tutti i politici.

Alla fine il clima ipocrita della celebrazione ci rende simpatici i due studenti che si sono addormentati in tribuna. Uno si è svegliato solo quando il compagno - per evitare foto o reprimende - lo ha preso a gomitate. Forse il suo sonno critico era più degno di Matteotti di tanti discorsi.

Degnissimo di Matteotti ieri è stato Alessandro Preziosi. La sua interpretazione magistrale del discorso del 30 maggio ha fatto rivivere il leader socialista sul suo scranno. E vedere Meloni e La Russa ascoltare quel Matteotti risuscitato denunciare una a una le violenze del fascismo è stata una scena indimenticabile. Immaginare Matteotti gridare quelle denunce nel 1924 davanti a quel Parlamento è stata una formidabile cartina di tornasole dello scarso coraggio di chi ieri aveva parlato prima di lui.

[nardogranata]

Nardò - Fasano 0-0

NARDO' - FASANO 0-0

NARDO' (5-3-2): Viola; Orlando, Urquiza, Mengoli, De Giorgi, Antonacci; Fedel (76' Agnello), Guadalupi, Polichetti; Dambros (70' Gjonaj) Lucatti (80' Mariano).

Bench: Di Fusco, Massarelli, Messina, Ciracì, Caracciolo, Alfarano

Coach: Nicola Ragno

FASANO (4-3-3): Ceka; Savarese, Quaranta, Da Silva, Gomes Forbes; Bianchini, Calabria, Diaz, Acosta (85' Maldonado), Corvino (70' Battista), Pipistrelli (75' Di Federico);

Bench: Menegatti, Lofoco, Lezzi, Onraita, Pierpaoli, Savoia.

Coach: Ivan TisciArbitro: Carlo Esposito di Napoli. Assistenti: Alessandro Castellari di Bologna e Tommaso Mambelli di Cesena.

Ammoniti: Lucatti, Polichetti (N) Gomes Forbes, Acosta, Calabria (F)

Partita tanto attesa quanto esteticamente povera. Due squadre attente a non farsi superare in ogni zona del campo ed equilibrio perfetto fino alla fine.

Nardò e Fasano hanno concesso poco allo spettacolo ma hanno dimostrato di avere una buona organizzazione tattica e tanta applicazione su ogni giocata.

La cronaca degli eventi è scarna. 

Nel primo tempo il Nardò impensierisce Ceka solo su un colpo di testa di Lucatti che incoccia lo spiovente dalla bandierina con la parte alta della fronte e manca il bersaglio.

Il Fasano cerca l'impostazione fraseggiata ma le iniziative finiscono per infrangersi sistematicamente contro il muro difensivo granata oggi rinforzato dall'arretramento di Mengoli come centrale difensivo.

Il Nardò si fa vedere di rado con palla a terra e preferisce giocare di sponda su Lucatti provando, inutilmente, a lanciare Dambros negli spazi.

Il resto lo fa il vento che disturba non poco la misura dei passaggi lunghi.

Nel secondo tempo Fasano, con vento a favore, più aggressivo e Nardò in 9 dietro la palla. I biancazzurri cercano varchi offensivi senza successo mentre il Nardò con due veloci ripartenze va vicino al goal.

Al 48' Antonacci non riesce a ribadire in rete una sponda di Lucatti, al 60' Polichetti si incunea dal versante sinistro e tira in porta. Ceka è bravo a sbarrargli la strada respingendo col corpo.

Il clichè non cambia dopo le sostituzioni delgi attaccanti da parte di entrambe le squadre. 

Restano due sussulti da vivere.

Al 78' azione insistita in area fasanese con Ceka tagliato fuori da una deviazione, il subentrato Agnello potrebbe insaccare ma il suo tiro al volo finisce sull'esterno della rete.

All'89' l'unica palla goal del Fasano (e che palla-goal!), Battista si libera al tiro dal limite, diagonale teso, Viola battuto ma il palo salva il Toro.

Finisce pari, applausi per l'impegno, meno per lo spettacolo e un punto a testa non fa male a nessuno.

Per i derby infuocati rimandiamo alla prossima.

[corallorosso]

L’Europa chiude le porte in faccia ai rifugiati afghani (di Michele Migone) L’Europa chiude le porte in faccia ai rifugiati afghani. Ne verranno accolti, pochi e selezionati, delle categorie a rischio: donne e attivisti. Quanti? Non si sa. Quando? Neppure. Una sorta di specchietto per le allodole. La sostanza è che la maggior parte di coloro che vorrebbero venire, troveranno un muro. La Francia oggi ha evocato il Modello Turco. Roma si barcamena. I rappresentanti di Danimarca, Austria e Repubblica Ceka sono stati più diretti: non li vogliamo. Punto. Molto chiaro il ministro degli interni tedesco Seerhofer: nessuna quota di rifugiati afghani. Il 2015 è veramente lontano. Allora, Angela Merkel aprì le porte della Germania, unico paese europeo, a un milione di rifugiati siriani. Fu l’inizio del suo declino politico. A pochi giorni dalle elezioni politiche che vedranno il suo addio alla Cancelleria, il suo partito, la CDU, indietro nei sondaggi, non vuole sentire parlare di accoglienza degli afghani. L’Europa chiude le porte per calcolo politico. Lo fa all’insegna di una doppia ipocrisia. La maggior parte dei governi europei ha mandato un contingente in Afghanistan in questi 20 anni. La Germania e l’Italia hanno avuto addirittura il compito di gestire vaste zone di territorio della missione Isaf. Nonostante ciò, nessun paese europeo si è assunto la responsabilità del fallimento dell’avventura afghana e delle conseguenze del disastroso ritiro. Aldo Mimmo Lombezzi

[neprihvatljiva]

Vreme ne voli da ceka, to je potez los

[pisemtilelo]

23.11.2021

Osecam se cudno u zadnje vreme.Sinoc sam saznao za neko gledanje u zvezde za koje sam do tad mislio da su taj horoskop i sva ta sranja ciste budalastine.Od potpuno nepoznate osobe sam cuo moju proslost i buducnost.Mislio sam da je ovaj zivot do sada bio tezak ali ceka me jos tezi.Ja sam osoba koja voli sve da isplanira.Zao mi je sto sam prosao kroz neki los period koji nisam planirao i kajem se zbog mnogo mojih gresaka.Zelim sve da ispravim.Neke stvari iz proslosti cu uvek vuci za sobom jer jednostavno,ne mogu sve da obrisem.Razvod mojih,poroci,stalno biranje izmedju necega,labilna licnost,bes,iskoriscen,odlazak nekih ljudi koji su mi mnogo znacili,sve ove stvari predstavljaju moju proslost i zelim da to promenim.Vreme je da radim na sebi.Ima mnogo lepih stvari koje me okruzuju a da toga nisam bio svestan.Upoznao sam dosta ljudi u odnosu na proslu godinu i od sledece godine ce se sve promeniti.Smatram da sam mnogo zreliji nego pre.Treba mi miran zivot.Verujem u snove i u sudbinu.Treba mi ljubav.Ako nekome nisam dao sigurno mu nisam uzeo.Lakoveran sam.U par navrata sam zeleo da postanem losa osoba da me ljudi ne bi iskoriscavali,ali sam shvatio da to nije uslov za to.Neke ljude sam zanemarivao,nisam video da su oni zapravo pravi.Za mene su tu bili oni ljudi od kojih sam to najmanje ocekivao,a ovi drugi,nema potrebe da pricam o njima…

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[abalopazos]

Llamar a un taweriano "testigo de Jehová" es alimentar su soberbia y contribuir a una gran mentira que tuvo sus comienzos en 1931. Cuando lo niegan y porfían para demostrar lo contrario... ¡MIENTEN! Por supuesto, la secta no aceptará jamás que se les llame por el nombre de la WT. https://t.co/HsoMIOywoa (en Villagarcía de Arosa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEkA-KCj1m2/?igshid=1njy8wasv3wll

[k1nky-fool]

Between Regulations and Protocols

Part 1/?

Pairing: Thrawn x OC

m/f pairing

Rating: Teen

Warnings: bit of angst, introductions to characters and story.

Taglist: none yet. If you want to be tagged in future chapters, feel free to DM me or comment on this chapter.

It wasn’t as though she could have prevented this disaster. However, there were certainly moments which, in hindsight, could have been changed just by thinking through a decision with a wiser mind. By now, it was much too late, and the mess left in front of Ceka was as regrettable as it was dangerous.

For her at least, this was dangerous. She hadn’t meant for it to get so out of hand. As far as she was concerned one or two of the indulgences she allowed herself were fine. It was when these “indulgences” became so regular they might as well be the rule, that it began to be a problem.

Every time Ceka gave herself that allowance, every rule in the book ran through her head, making sure that none were being broken. As far as the book was concerned, crushing this hard on a superior was not forbidden so long as it was not acted upon and the individual in question’s work is not compromised.

There were rules for relationships. Probably because Ceka’s current predicament was not uncommon. Especially when one was serving under an officer as respectful and intelligent as Grand Admiral Thrawn. Feelings happened, and rules were in place. And while rules were not broken, Ceka could snake her way around them without even so much as bending them.

It was necessary with her situation. Long before she was ever harboring feelings for the Grand Admiral, Ceka had to claw her way to the top as a Togruta in a system that was clearly designed to cut those like her down.

Perhaps that was what drew her to Grand Admiral Thrawn in the first place. As shallow and rude as it sounded, him being a non-human, thriving in such a rigged system was astounding to Ceka. She knew first-hand what it takes just to get out of the academy in one piece. It took bone, blood, and tears just to get to her current position. It was probably another level of hell in reality to get to a position where people took orders from him instead of having to fight for enough recognition to be respected as a living being.

Of course the first thing she did when assigned as an ISB consultant on The Chimera was to do her research on her superior. Even if he wasn’t such a sight for sore eyes, she would have looked into him, just to get a map of the territory she was treading on. Ceka had served under her fair share of slimy bastards and downright war criminals.

Much to her surprise, he was almost spotless. A court marshall, but it wasn’t a severe offense, at least not to her. Above all else, nobody had anything very malicious to say about working under him. There were plenty of people who were conflicted, taking orders from a non-human. However, the vast majority of people, even Stormtroopers, had relatively nice things to say about working under him.

What they did say was that Grand Admiral Thrawn was a rather imposing presence. He ran a seamless ship, left little room for error so long as the crew did their work. It was said he was a ruthless strategist, which didn’t surprise Ceka in the slightest considering what she had read of him. He was intimidating, but very few had any elaboration on that comment. She didn’t see for herself until she was called into his office the next day. Ceka hadn’t the slightest idea of what he wanted.

Entering his office was damn near surreal. Ceka hadn’t met anyone in Imperial High Command that held such a collection of art. And especially not such a diverse lineup either. Everything from a Mirialan statuette of a goddess she couldn’t name, to a segment of a durasteel wall covered corner-to-corner in generations of graffiti, to a Clone’s painted helmet from the war it was so known for. The Grand Admiral, himself, was nowhere to be found.

Right away, this struck Ceka as odd. The art was the lesser of two analyses in her mind. She had been called over her wrist comm to meet Grand Admiral Thrawn in his office, where he is not currently present. If it were a prank from a superior officer for some hazing she was too familiar with, then it would have been a better move to call her here while the admiral was present. If it was indeed the admiral that sent for her, then there was a reason for this.

In interrogation, making the suspect wait was a tactic to put them on edge. And if that was the admiral’s goal, then it was working. But it wouldn’t do well to leave an unknown individual in your office, especially since she knew it was more than likely that he knew she was looking him up as soon as she got here. Letting her in here without supervision was a foolish move.

Unless of course, she wasn’t unsupervised.

Keeping her wits about her, Ceka began walking around the office, carefully observing everything in the room. To anyone watching, it would look more like she was admiring all the art on display, when in reality, she was scanning over every surface in search of anything that might be a recording device. If it’s sending a live feed, then it’ll be in something that can easily conceal wires or large enough and shaped well enough to hide an antenna to transmit the data to a screen somewhere.

She mentally cleared a random painting, and the durasteel graffiti wall. A few of the sculptures could barely fit enough material in them to remain standing, so those were cleared too. The Mirialan statuette was too small to hide anything. And it would be easy to see the mechanisms of a recording device inside.

More suddenly than Ceka would have liked, she stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to the clone helmet. She felt stupid as soon as she noticed it; this particular helmet was outfitted with a recorder by its visor. They were used to record and review battlefield footage in the Clone War. The antenna on the helmet and the device itself fit the categories to send live feed to a holoscreen somewhere. “Very subtle, Grand Admiral. I wish I had noticed sooner, but if you were looking to challenge me, you certainly did a good job.”

A door on the side of the office hissed open, revealing the man that set up this whole charade. “Not one new crew member has deduced the design of the test until now. Most giving in to impatience long before they attempt to find reason.”

“You do this with every new crew member?” She asked.

“Everyone assigned to The Chimera ranked Lieutenant or higher.” He said. “However, as mentioned, you are the first to realize you were being observed. Let alone to find the device I was watching from.”

Ceka wasn’t sure exactly how to feel about that. She was half certain he was complimenting her, but there was also a chance he was just thinking out loud about what he had observed. “Seeing as I am an ISB agent, and in charge of interrogation, I would hope I know my way around observation tactics.”

“You have found a place where your talents are put to good use.” He said, “However, I do find myself rather curious about you.”

Ceka moved to the space in front of his desk as he moved behind it to take something out of one of the drawers. "I'm more than happy to answer any questions you have." She said.

"I will keep that in mind." He noted, pulling something up in the holoprojector. It was just about every file The Empire kept on her. Every mission, every report, every personal file, and even her academy registration. "Much like yourself, I did my research when you were assigned to The Chimera. I must say, your talents are exemplary, yet based on the impression you made when faced with my test, your files do not add up."

Clearly the lack of reaction from her made him all the more interested. In truth, she expected he might say that. "What specifically do you want to know?"

"Agent Lo, I am no stranger to the ruthless ends humans will go to in order to assure they are not upstaged by someone they deem less than themselves." He cut in. "Yet you have managed to reach your current rank without any recorded incident. Not even so much as uniform code violation marres your record."

"I consider myself an upstanding agent." She said, as though to tell him respectfully to get to the point.

"Then tell me, Agent, why is it you actively dull any record of your success?"

"Sir?"

"I understand the need to blend in with your peers." He continued, "However every record that mentions an accomplishment of yours has been buried in unnecessary details; even your own reports follow this pattern."

Ceka could feel her throat tighten and her face heat as Thrawn observed her carefully as though he could see through her skin. He was indeed as intimidating as everyone had said. She had said she was willing to answer whatever questions he had, and now she wished she hadn't said that.

She forced herself to relax. "You said it yourself. I need to blend in with my peers. And you know better than anyone else what they're willing to do to cut me down should I rise above them." Ceka explained. "It's a method of survival, that is all. Remaining at the average minimizes the harassment I receive."

Thrawn considered her words. "Why minimize it?" He asked. "It would be far easier to simply retire from military service."

A small smile graced her face. There was so much more to her than just self preservation. "Because retiring is not my goal, sir."

"What is your goal, agent?"

There was the right question. "To make my home planet whole again." She answered without hesitation. "The Galactic Empire has redistributed the population of Shili to only major cities and tribes they had the ability to commit troops to. My tribe was among the many to be forced off their ancestral territory. My goal is to climb ISB ranks until I can bring to light that it is more dangerous to The Empire to force Togrutas off their homeland than to commit minimal troops to the smaller tribes."

"A noble cause, Agent Lo." He noted. "I have come to a decision. I expect you to take full credit for every successful assignment I give you. Should I find in any of your reports that you belittle your role in the accomplishment, the report will be rejected, and I will require a new one."

"Ah- sir, I-"

"That will be all, Agent Lo, you are dismissed."

Ceka opened her mouth to speak again, but the rulebook went through her head again. Disobeying orders was an offence one could be court marshalled for. But voicing disagreements were not prohibited, even though any officer would find a way to punish you for questioning orders.

However here, Ceka would risk it. "Indulge me for one more minute, sir." She all but demanded, causing him to once again pay close attention to her. "I understand what you're doing. You want me to step up; to be something greater than I am. Because after hearing what I am trying to accomplish, you believe you have a better strategy than I do."

Her words caught him off guard. She didn't give him enough time to recover before she continued. "I acknowledge that I probably don't have the best strategy. However, if you are going to require me to bend to your plan for my own life, then you're going to need a better strategy to get me to follow along." Ceka held her head high, and hid her nerves behind a strong voice. "Because if there is anything I know you have learned from your test and our minimal interactions, it is that I am patient, especially when I am being beat down and discarded."

"This is your way of telling me you do not intend to abandon your methods?" He inquired.

"This is my way of showing you the merits of my methods." She clarified. "And hopefully, I will change your mind."

Thrawn scanned her face once again, coming to some unknown conclusion. "It is unwise to reveal your end goal to the enemy."

Ceka offered a modest smile. "You are not my enemy, sir."

With that, she turned on her heel and made her way out the door. Ceka's heart raced and she had to make a solid effort to slow her breathing. Right then she promised herself that arguing with him would be forbidden from there on out. That was far too dangerous, and it was a miracle Thrawn hadn't cut her off and refused to hear her out. He could have her off The Chimera by morning. But even then she knew that this was an empty promise.

-X-

As it turns out, eighty-four was the magical number of rejected reports before Grand Admiral Thrawn finally gives in and calls you into his office to renegotiate the terms of his orders. It took twenty-eight days to reach this point. Every day, she would eat her meals and write out a new report to the same mission, even if Thrawn had yet to notify her that the last one was rejected. Ceka stood in front of his desk once again, as he flipped through all eighty-four reports on the holoprojector.

It was one single mission. An investigation into disappearing medical supplies from a medicenter on Pantora, that Ceka had figured out pretty quickly. But every single one of them was worded to shine the light of success into anyone other than her.

Thrawn must have been looking for something in the reports, but he was coming up empty handed. It was another brief moment before he shut off the holoprojector. "I admit, I underestimated your talent for persistence."

She couldn't have been more excited to hear that from him. In all honesty, it was wearing her out. Finding new ways to reword the same events was exhausting. "However, what you have shown me is something I did not expect to find." He said, now slowly walking around his desk to circle her. "My attempt to outsmart you was quickly turned into a challenge to outlast you. However, it has answered more questions about you than I could ever ask."

"I am glad the experience was illuminating, sir." She was careful not to appear smug or prideful in any way, even if she was rather proud of herself for this.

"What has come to light is exactly how you managed to remain unseen by those that wish to do you harm, yet impress those that you wish to be more visible to." He explained. "I would like to see you put this to use more often."

"What do you have in mind, sir?"

"To start, I will rescind my orders to take more praise in your reports." Thrawn said, causing Ceka to smile. "In light of your tenacity, I have another duty for you. As it is already one of your many tasks on my ship to assess the officers and troopers for information leaks, I would also like you to send me reports of those who rise above their peers."

Ceka was surprised to receive such a request from him. "Pardon me, sir, but can't you select your elite by looking at the reports yourself?"

"It has occured to me that you are far from the only officer under my command that hides behind their more obnoxious coworkers and modest wording in reports. Unfortunately, due to their efforts, it is difficult to find the more competent workers of my fleet." He explained. "You are in a particularly beneficial position to solve this problem. Seeing as you are not only interacting with the lower ranks of my fleet on a closer level, you also know what to look for in those that possess the same skill set as you."

"It takes one to know one." Ceka chuckled awkwardly, knowing exactly what he meant. Honestly it was a miracle he even saw her point of view at all. Let alone be open to changing his mind and instead giving her an assignment that they both agreed would suit her talents. "I can do that, sir."

"That is much appreciated, agent." Thrawn said, "You are dismissed."

Ceka turned to leave, but she stopped herself. Once again the rules made her hesitate. It might not be professionalism at its best, but she would give herself this allowance. "Oh, grand admiral, sir?"

Thrawn turned to face her once more. He was no longer a stranger to how bold Ceka Lo could be, but this time she wasn't angry. Instead, she smiled kindly. "Thank you. For giving me a chance." It was a split second, so fast she wasn't even sure it was completely real; Thrawn returned with a small percentage of a smile to her.

There was a faster moment that Ceka felt herself take a moment to recover, where her heart stuttered at the sight of him just smiling for a fraction of a second. However it was gone the moment she reminded herself where she was and who he was. "Sir." She nodded with a stern voice, bidding him goodbye before she marched back out the office door.

It was rare a superior gave her the time of day. And so rare to be given respect and a smile that Thrawn was the first to offer after many, many years of serving the Empire. Ceka held onto that image in her mind every time someone would say anything hurtful, or when someone would do something rude. She allowed herself to remember Thrawn gave her a chance to prove herself, and he respected her for it.

There were moments that she stood in his office again, whether it be for a strategy meeting or a PSA for the higher ranked officers, Ceka hoped to whatever god in the galaxy was listening that she might catch another glimpse of his smile.

He smirked quite often, she found. Not that it was very easy to notice those either, but once she was watching, she noticed. It was usually when he was explaining his strategy to his officers that his expressions were slightly more discernible. For the most part, he kept the same even tone, and strong, calculated glare. Red eyes kept up with every little detail going on around him, and Ceka had to wonder exactly which details he noticed.

Really at this point, Ceka found she looked for any reason to be around Thrawn. He was an island of peace in an ocean of exhausting people. But what really made her start to worry was when he probably figured out he was her island.

It was rather chaotic in the aftermath of an attack. The way The Chimera was run made the battle itself run like a well oiled machine. However, trying to get everyone on the same page, especially if there were significant losses, was pretty much hell.

One particular flight officer was being specifically infuriating. She just wanted to know how many TIE fighters they had left. Ceka did not need to know who was flying, and who came back, or why only four fighters could land properly. Cykla went off on another tangent about how they were going to need repairs before she finally cut him off. "Cykla, just tell me how many TIE fighters we have left in the fleet."

Despite her even tone, Ceka had murder on her mind and it must have shown on her face with how he shut up immediately. "Six."

"Great…" She hissed out. "Now I can go to my job and tell the Grand Admiral we need more TIE fighters. You are dismissed, Cykla."

He gave a curt nod, running off to do whatever the hell else he had to to get this ship running at full capacity again. Ceka busied herself punching the numbers into a slow datapad, being on the verge of throwing it against a wall.

"I take it Officer Cykla was being difficult." Thrawn's voice made her jump slightly, but the second her eyes landed on him, she gave a small smile, and she visibly relaxed.

"Just a little slow." Ceka chuckled, still trying to hit the datapad to get the damn number to punch in. "Which seems to be a running theme today."

"Is there something wrong with your datapad, Agent?" He asked.

"I dropped it off the hyperdrive room railing when the ship was first hit. Didn't have the chance to get it back until a few minutes ago, but it looks like a few people might have stepped on it." She explained, knocking it against her montral and hearing something make a pinging sound echo around in her head. That couldn't be a good sign. "Well, that's unfortunate. I have a few nostalgic files on this datapad."

"I am curious of what you might keep on a datapad that one would find nostalgic." He said.

"Oh, it was just a few of the Pantora Medicenter Investigation reports I never got to give you. I kept writing them until you told me I could stop." She shrugged.

"How many reports did you write?" He asked with clear curiosity.

Ceka actually had to think hard for a moment. "You gave up at eighty-four, but I had a few extras on queue. I wrote a total of one-hundred-two reports."

Thrawn usually did a great job of hiding his emotions, but ever since Ceka started paying close attention to him, she began noticing the smallest expressions he gave. Right now his eyes went to the side, as though he had to give himself a moment to process that information. There were eighteen more reports on that one mission. All of them ready to be rejected, where she was ready to write more.

When he did look back to her, Ceka was smiling again, now trying to stop herself from laughing. "Do you find something amusing, Agent Lo?"

She really wished she could say no. Usually when a superior officer asked that question it just meant to stop smiling and take things seriously. However it was not in Thrawn's nature to use many euphemisms or human sayings, so he was genuinely asking. "Yes, sir." She nodded, still smiling as she explained herself. "It's not all that difficult to read your expressions. And when I told you how many reports I had written it was like every gear in your head stopped turning all at once. I thought it looked a little uncharacteristic is all."

Thrawn became more interested in her words. "I have rarely heard that it is easy to read my expressions. In fact most say the exact opposite."

Now it was her turn to stop and think. How in the hells did she hope to explain this to him? Was she supposed to tell Grand Admiral Thrawn that he spent just about every moment of every day hoping to see him, or that if she did get to see him that she carefully watched him in hopes of seeing him smile again? No, that would be very bad. But lying to a superior officer was quite specifically stated in the regulation.

"I'm in ISB. I guess I'm just very good at watching for small details." Both statements were true. She didn't have to tell him that the two statements had little to no correlation in reality or that she was only good at watching him for close details. Everyone else she just knew how to interrogate.

A beat of a moment went by before she caught it. Another split second where he gave a genuine smile, only for it to be gone the next second. The instant that passed by in silence before he answered felt like an eternity. "Indeed you are."

His answer left Ceka more distressed than trying to figure out how to avoid confessing her every private thought to him. Did he know she was hiding something? Did he know all along what she was doing? She wanted answers, but nobody but Thrawn could give them to her. She was all the more terrified of what those answers might be.

Though, it was nice to come back to her cabin late that night to find a new datapad waiting on her desk.

She didn't see Thrawn for a while after that. Not one on one, at least. She would occasionally catch him in the bridge as she was doing rounds with all the stations. Though when Ceka looked over to him out of habit, more often than not, he would already be closely observing her. Every time he did, she would tense up again and focus back on her work.

The heart stopping call came later that week. Thrawn asked to see her in his office once again. She had no idea what this could be about, and nothing about the last week really stood out. And especially not since their awkward conversation.

Though, he didn't waste any time as soon as she entered the art-filled space. Right away, she could tell something was up. Thrawn had never looked so worn out, not even after talking to the lieutenants. "Agent, if you are not currently indisposed, I would appreciate some assistance."

"What do you need?" Ceka asked without hesitation. Either she would get this over with or she would have to prepare herself for a long task.

"There was an incident with a terrorist group on the planet surface this afternoon. Unfortunately, Commander Bengts is on medical leave for the next three weeks, and since you and I are the only officers left with the clearance and skills necessary to review the reports, we are the only ones to be able to complete the processing." He explained.

"Would these usually just go into filing? Unless there's something specifically abnormal about this incident?" Thrawn had already sent the reports to her datapad.

"Yes. According to several eyewitness accounts, an imperial officer was seen giving information and weapons to three of the attackers just before it began."

Ceka took a long breath, calming her nerves. It didn't help that she was already on shaky ground with Thrawn as she was still questioning if he was aware of her growing fondness for him. Good thing endurance was her specialty, otherwise she would have given up the first time he smiled at her.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she came to her choice. "This probably means they're waiting on some kind of information to pass on. They're not yet ready for a full attack, which is why they simply aided the terrorists and didn't blow their cover. By your estimation, how long do we have before such an informant gets their hands on severely damaging information?"

"Depending on their rank, approximately two days. In the next fifty hours, I will be receiving a transmission from the Imperial headquarters on the surface to account for the current number of troopers on guard and officers working." He answered.

Ceka took her datapad and began searching through the reports. "The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can sleep." She said. "Unfortunately, time is not something we have the luxury of."

-X-

-Thrawn-

"Let us start with who was present on the ground during the attack-"

"No, we need to start with who exactly these terrorists are, and what they were doing. What was their mission? How did they accomplish it? Where did they escape to after its completion? Or if they completed their mission at all." Ceka interjected. "We've been here on Wutellou for about a standard month. Start with the locals. What do we know about them as a people?"

Her interruption surprised him to say the least. To be completely honest, she hadn't ever stopped surprising him. However, Ceka had the right approach to the problem. He was certain she would just let him take the lead, but it was becoming increasingly clear that despite her near religious commitment to subtlety, when it came to him she was anything but reserved the way she was with everyone else. It was easy to see why Agent Ceka Lo had captured Thrawn's attention.

"Tellouans are a very spiritual people. They also place most of their values into unity and connection to one another and their planet." He explained. "The population seems to worship the ground, as a way of giving respect to the very thing that gives them the vegetation they grow for food and spiritual practices."

"That… sounds awfully familiar."

"I imagine it would." He said, pulling up a few sources on his holoprojector. "Watellou shares many similarities with your homeworld, Shili."

"However, they're largely vegetarians, from what I can gather. There aren't many animals big enough to eat on Watellou." Ceka noted, in a somewhat short tempered way. "So, they probably aren't as culturally focused on hunting as my people."

Thrawn noted how she grumbled about the lack of meat on the planet. It had occurred to him that Togrutas were carnivores, and unable to eat most of the food served in the mess. Though, he did make sure she wasn't starving, even though there wasn't a whole lot of good food for Ceka to eat. "You did say they hold a deep connection to their planet." She recalled. "So, it would be a fair assumption that they don't want the Imperial agricultural project on their planet, since it is so sacred to them."

"That is logical, yes." He agreed. "Which means their attacks are not likely to be carried out on a large scale, so as not to harm the ground."

"Let's take a look at the reports." She turned to her datapad, connecting it with the holoprojector. "The report of the soldier that saw what type of weapons were being smuggled said they were E-11 blaster rifles. However weapons were not the only thing given to the insurgents."

"The inventory report after the attack states several crates of empty gas canisters were also missing." Thrawn pointed out. "An attack utilizing poison gas would assure the land attacked would not be harmed."

One look to Ceka proved she was enjoying herself while digging for information. "Guess what the most poisonous plant on Watellou is." A smile cracked across her cheeks as she pulled an info file of a simple flower onto the projector. "The Osella blossom is a flower that is only found in the very few coniferous forests on Watellou. The one closest to where the supply warehouse was attacked is owned by a local businessman, who employs many people to gather these flowers. Oddly enough, four days ago, he reported that a large portion of his freshly picked flowers had gone missing."

Thrawn looked over the file on the flowers. "Only the roots are poisonous. The flower petals are dried and used for a tea that is very popular among the locals. Boiling the roots will secrete a poisonous gas known as Lesurra gas." He read. "We know the insurgents are planning a large gas attack. More than likely on the Imperial command center that has been established."

"So we know what they want, how they plan to do it, and because of the information you will be getting in the next two days, we know when they plan to do it." Ceka concluded. "Now we just need to figure out who is planning to leak that information to them."

"Now we must narrow down the list of suspects based on reports." He said. Ceka took a deep breath, finding a seat on his desk as she began reading through reports.

The low light of the holoprojector illuminated her more now that she was seated right next to it. The blue light did little to change the tone of her skin. It was rare that Thrawn met many Togrutas in his line of work, however, even Ceka was certainly something of a rare specimen of her species.

When Thrawn was researching her, he found that the specific shades of light blue that showed on her skin were only found in two clans of the Lo Tribe, and nowhere else on Shili. Ceka had a very soft appearance. Her age wasn't shown anywhere other than the length of her lekku, which placed her perhaps a year or two younger than himself. Her montrals rounded backward off her head and spiked back up like horns. The patterns across her skin were soft, bubbled shapes that spread all around like water.

But it didn't take a military genius to know she was so much more vicious than her appearance suggested. Particularly her deep violet eyes, that scanned everything as though it could give her something if she just convinced it of such. Ceka bit her lip in focus on the task at hand. She was quite brilliant, even if she was convinced her only talents were in enduring brutal treatment. Thrawn wanted nothing more than to show her that she had other talents that could help her never see such brutal treatment ever again.

In some ways Thrawn noticed Ceka's favor of him, though usually only through her demeanor. It confused him how she could manage to be both comfortable expressing herself to him and rigid the second he acknowledged her comfort.

In many ways, Thrawn saw himself being drawn to her. He rarely bothered to know his subordinates more than basic research, and in truth, Ceka was one of only seven people to ever peak his interest enough to give them the test she passed with such ease. Her response had only heightened his curiosity of her character. Even this was an opportunity for him to learn more about her. And every time he learned something new, his interest only grew.

This was indeed going to be a long night.

-X-

It had been nearly eight hours. Four a.m. galactic standard time. Every report from the warehouse had been looked through, and even people that weren't planetside had been looked into. Nothing looked even remotely suspicious.

"I don't suppose you've already ruled out the possibility that they had someone impersonate an officer?" Ceka asked with a dragging voice. She laid on her back on Thrawn's desk, staring up at the holograms that still hadn't given them a lead.

"You ruled that out three hours ago." He reminded her. "If I recall correctly, you said a Tellouan with a skin color and texture similar to a human's would be more rare than finding one with horns small enough to fit into an officer's uniform. I also agreed, stating that using an infiltrator would not guarantee they would be able to get the information they need for their attack."

"You're right." Ceka groaned, rubbing her eyes again. "Either way, we're running out of time. Forty-seven hours to find a traitor with no leads is damn near impossible."

"You say 'near impossible.' Is there something you believe would make the task at hand possible?" He asked.

"The ability to drink three gallons of caf in a minute would be helpful." She said, "More people to look through the reports would be useful. Many hands make for light work, after all, but alerting our subordinates that there is a traitor amidst them is too high of a risk. I think it's impossible to find the culprit in time with only two people."

Thrawn was impressed with Ceka in the eight hours they had spent together theorizing and even arguing at times. However, he would admit he would have never gotten this far on his own, this fast. Most of the investigation is credited to Ceka. It was his job to help her investigate, then come up with a plan once they had found their traitor.

"Agent, you are an exemplary investigator. If there is anyone that can accomplish this in the given timeframe, it is you." He said.

Suddenly, Ceka sat up. About a million thoughts looked to be passing behind her eyes before she settled on one. "Timeframe…." Her voice was quiet, as she once again took control of the holoprojector, still sitting on his desk. "We're looking at the wrong timeframe."

She pulled up personnel files from everyone who was planetside for the last four days. "Remember, four days ago, the report of a missing batch of Osella flowers was given by a local businessman?" She asked. "We know his own employee probably stole them, right?"

"That was the logical conclusion, yes." Thrawn agreed.

"First, what if the traitor isn't working alone?"

"Then I suppose only half of the information would be present in the reports of the warehouse attack. The other half would be with someone we have already ruled out, thus making it impossible for us to find the culprits on those reports, alone." He reasoned. "Who do you suspect?"

"Four days ago, Commander Bengts was hospitalized. The morning after the Osella flower batch went missing." Ceka explained with a smile on her face, searching for a minute before pulling up the commander's medical file.

Thrawn read the file thoroughly before landing on something that Ceka must have known would be there by the way she smiled. "Reason for hospitalization: Toxin inhalation." He read out loud.

He turned to Ceka once again, only to find her still smiling. "We can order a test for the Osella toxin and have the results in the next two hours."

"That only leaves her accomplice." Thrawn noted, searching through the reports again to see which officer specifically has been stationed with Commander Bengts for their assignment to Watellou. One name stuck out. "Supply Officer Cykla was planetside, stationed at the warehouse during the attack." He pointed out. "Cykla was also the officer that filled out the inventory report of what was stolen. And has also been assigned to the command center tomorrow to report inventory, where he will have access to the transmissions being sent from the command center."

Ceka placed her feet on the ground, standing tall, but a little wobbly from the sleep deprivation. "Shall I set up interrogations, sir?"

"No need." He ordered. "I will give the order to have Commander Bengts tested for the Osella toxin, and I shall reassign Officer Cykla to accompany me to organize the information from the command center. He will be forced to abandon his original plan and act in panic, giving us the evidence we need to incriminate him."

"I can help, sir. You don't need to carry this out alone." She was nearly pleading even if she could keep it behind a thin layer of professionalism.

"I am sure you can offer your skills to the mission. However you are sleep deprived, and until you are well rested, you would be unnecessarily placing yourself in harm's way if you were to continue like this." Thrawn reasoned. "As of now, you are relieved of duty until you have recovered."

"But, sir-"

"That is an order, Agent Lo." His voice became stern, but as he watched Ceka, she appeared to halted all cognitive thought as she suppressed a shiver. Thrawn noticed how her face became hot and the muscles around her throat tightened. He was unaware that Togrutas not only blushed on their face, but also their lekku.

Ceka had to force herself to breath again. "Yes, sir." Was all she could get out from behind tense muscles and a figure frozen in place.

"You are dismissed."

She marched off in a hurry, though Thrawn didn't get the impression that she was scared at all. In fact she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

Thrawn decided to focus on the task at hand. He had just barely learned the nuances of human behavior, he didn't have the time to figure out what made Ceka tick before his command center was eradicated.

-X-

-Ceka Lo-

After Thrawn had commanded her to get some sleep, Ceka was having a surprising amount of difficulty letting go of consciousness. There was a lot to process, particularly about how the entire night had gone.

She hadn't meant to so casually sit on his desk, though when he didn't stop her or even mention it, Ceka allowed herself to get comfortable. They had started the night speaking with formalities, though as time progressed and exhaustion began to take hold, she began interrupting him when she felt like it, as he would for her. She swore a few times without any shame. When she laid down on his desk, he didn't say anything. She took every liberty, and Thrawn gave them without any question.

But at the very end of it all, the order he gave her wasn't what surprised her. It was her own reaction to how he spoke. Heat shot up her spine and she stood at complete attention. What shocked her was that she honestly didn't expect to be given an order, despite everything Ceka had drilled into her head from day one at the academy. Somehow, she felt comfortable enough around Thrawn that it was a surprise when he did normal, imperial, things.

Though, even then Ceka knew this could only be the beginning of something terrible.

-X-

Somehow she managed to pass out after an hour. When she awoke again, everything appeared to be working smoothly. No trooper was out of place, no officer looked worried, and all was as though Ceka never fell asleep in the first place. Though, a quick look at her wrist chrono told her it had been nearly six hours.

Walking through corridors to Thrawn's office, she found something must be working well. There were two troopers standing guard instead of just one. "I take it Cykla is in there?"

"Yes sir." The command trooper confirmed. The other flinched when he spoke. Suddenly the other trooper was very interesting.

"Is something bothering you, trooper?" Ceka asked with a warm smile. She wasn't ignorant of her appearance. She was rather soft looking, and it was easy for people to underestimate her or trust her. Most people she interrogated were more likely to trust a non-human because of how rare they were in the Empire.

The trooper stood firmly at attention. "No sir." There was something off about his voice. Though, with two words, it was difficult to place.

"It's ok to be anxious. I'm sure anyone would be worried once they wondered why the grand admiral doubled the security in his office." She suggested. The trooper must have been eyeing her cautiously behind his helmet.

"I assure you, I'm fine sir." He said. Now Ceka could place it.

"You won't be." Before he could even flinch, she knocked the blaster out of his hand and rammed his head into the wall. The command trooper aimed his gun at the two of them, unsure as to what was going on. "At ease, soldier." She said, taking the helmet off the unconscious criminal, revealing dark green skin, and very small horns for one of his kind. "He was probably back up."

"How did you know?"

"His Tellouan accent." She said, restraining the prisoner. "Now I just need to see what his plan was. Take him to containment. I'll stand guard here."

"Yes, sir." He replied faithfully, throwing the infiltrator over his shoulder and carrying him away. Ceka pulled her blaster out, and set it to stun, now waiting for Cykla to make a break for it.

A loud crash came from inside the office, and the door hissed open. She stunned Cykla as soon as she laid eyes on him. Thrawn looked between Ceka and the man on the floor with mild amusement. "May I set up interrogations now, sir?"

Thrawn calmly caught his breath, wiping some of the blood off his cheek. "Yes, Agent Lo, that would be the wisest course of action."

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Thrawn and Ceka stood together, watching the live feed from the two interrogation rooms, waiting for Cykla to regain consciousness. The Tellouan infiltrator nervously fiddled with the cuffs on his wrists, probably trying to find a way to break them off.

"Commander Bengts tested positive for the Osella toxin." Thrawn said, "She has been placed under arrest, but is still recovering."

"We'll need more evidence if we want to convict her. Getting one of these two to admit she's an accomplice should be enough, but I am not confident they'll talk for anything short of their freedom." She noted, looking at the two of them. Cykla was now gaining consciousness, frantically looking around the room and struggling against the restraints.

"Perhaps striking a deal with them is necessary."

Something was finding Ceka rather uncomfortably, and she wanted nothing more than to tear it apart to find out what exactly made it that way. It was Officer Cykla. He's panicking and struggling far too much for someone that had a decent plan until now.

"Perhaps not." She said, exiting the observation room and entering the interrogation.

-Thrawn-

Cykla was quick to stop moving as soon as Ceka entered the room. She didn't say anything as she sat down on the table to his left.

Thrawn couldn't see much from here, yet at the very least he could tell she wasn't trying to be imposing. She reached across the table and released his restraints, sitting back on the table comfortably and without any sign of defensiveness.

She was waiting for something. Pushing this man to the edge of something, but waiting for him to jump off on his own. Ceka remained silent. From the angle of the holorecorder, Thrawn couldn't see her face, but he almost intrinsically knew she was giving her subject a kind smile.

The silence must have become unbearable to the human. "What do you want, Lo?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She said, "You see, a witness at the scene of the attack yesterday saw you aiding the terrorists in their escape, but there's something that's gone completely unanswered, and I want you to give it to me."

"I'm not about to turn on my allies." He hissed back at her.

"Oh- no you aren't. Certainly not yet." She said, "At least not without a reason to. I happen to be in a position to get you just a year of community service, and a dishonorable discharge from the Imperial Navy. Where you can live out the rest of your life doing whatever you want."

"And what in the hells makes you think I value myself over my cause?"

"Why shouldn't you?" She asked as though she were genuinely concerned. "I've seen how much value your life has. And I believe it's worth more than being executed on a treason charge." Cykla broke eye contact and stared at the floor. "I'm not a fool enough to believe you don't have people you're doing this for. Wouldn't it be better to go home and see them again?"

Cykla came to his conclusion quickly. "I want to negotiate those terms." He said.

"Then negotiate."

"I tell you who my associate is, and I take the blame for everything." He said, "Everything was my idea, and she was forced to take orders from me. She gets to live."

"Cykla, you will be executed for this."

"But she won't." He stated. "I want this agreement in writing. So you can't back out after I'm gone."

"Your accomplice must mean quite a lot to you." Ceka noted.

"She is everything and more to me." He said.

Ceka stood from the table and exited the interrogation chamber. Making her way back to the observation room where Thrawn was waiting for her.

She was clearly torn by the situation. She began tapping through her datapad.

"What are you looking for?" Thrawn asked.

"Commander Bengts' medical record." She said, "I have a strong suspicion about why Cykla is so desperate to protect her."

"And why would that be?" Thrawn asked, curious about what Ceka saw that he missed.

Suddenly she stopped scrolling, her shoulders deflating in defeat. Handing the datapad to him, she pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned against the wall, perhaps in regret.

Thrawn looked at the data on the medical file. It was a few pages after the tox screen results, so it wasn't important at the time they were initially investigating. However, it was possibly the most important piece of information in the whole investigation. "She's pregnant."

Ceka nodded. Now it made more sense why she was so torn on this decision. "Tell me I'm being too soft." Her voice held strong, but the tensity in her muscles said otherwise about her emotions. "Tell me we should just execute them both, and move on with our lives. That it's better to just manipulate his confession and charge them both with treason like every other officer would."

"Do you truly believe that to be the wisest course of action in this case?" Thrawn asked.

"I want to believe it is in my best interest."

"Yet you are still questioning it."

"By Imperial Law, I need a confession from him to charge her. But if he doesn't confess to her being an accomplice, then there's nothing I can do, and at most she'll be medically discharged." Ceka went through her thought process. "Either way, Cykla is going to be charged with treason. There's no way I can get around that."

"Then perhaps you don't want him to give up Bengts." Thrawn suggested. "She will be medically discharged, and you don't live with that on your conscience."

"I can't allow Imperial Law to be determined by the weight on my conscience." She argued.

"Then don't allow it." He stated.

"It'll be a failed interrogation on my near flawless record."

"Attempting to rationalize the less favorable option will not help you make the decision you have already made."

Ceka bit her lip and closed her eyes. She took a moment to take a deep breath before neutralizing her expression and leaving to speak to Cykla again.

On the holoscreen, Ceka stood to her full height. "We will not abide by such an agreement for your accomplice."

"You what!?" Cykla burst. "You can't! She has to live!"

"It will take more investigation, but I am confident that I can find a name without your help." She calmly exited the room as Cykla struggled against the handcuffs.

Ceka didn't return to the observation room.

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23 set 2020 19:49

È MORTO IL DOTTOR FRANZ. ERA UN AGENTE SEGRETO, CHE DA PRAGA MANDÒ UN CABLOGRAMMA: ''MORO È IN VIA GRADOLI''. MA QUALCUNO NASCOSE QUEL MESSAGGIO IN UN CASSETTO - IL RACCONTO DI MARCO GREGORETTI LO INCONTRÒ: ''I SERVIZI ITALIANI MI INGAGGIARONO PER PEDINARE I BRIGATISTI CHE SI ANDAVANO AD ADDESTRARE IN CECOSLOVACCHIA. LI HO VISTI CON I LORO ISTRUTTORI, TUTTI AGENTI DEL KGB E CON I TERRORISTI DELLA RAF, DELL’ETA, E QUELLI LIBICI. GLI EX KGB NEL FRATTEMPO SONO DIVENTATI MILIARDARI DELLA MAFIA RUSSA, CHE FINANZIANO E FORNISCONO ARMI AI TERRORISTI OCCIDENTALI''

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Marco Gregoretti per il suo sito, www.marcogregoretti.it

Stanno per iniziare i lavori della Commissione Moro. Questo mio articolo del 2001/2002 racconta l’incontro con l’agente del Sid a Praga. Lo chiamavano dottor Franz e tutti credevano che fosse un dentista MG

Prologo. Cabras, terra di bottarga di muggine e di spiagge colorate, di boschi impenetrabili a picco sul mare e di cuniculi sotterranei scavati dai Fenici. È la Sardegna dell’oristanese: bella e poco turistica. Un sabato di settembre la sala del museo civico si popola di uomini con facce particolari, segnate dall’esperienza, circospette in ogni minima postura. Nascoste da Ray-Ban neri. Molti di questi, sebbene arrivino da diverse parti d’Italia, in passato si sono già incontrati. Si salutano con battute strane, chiamandosi per sigla. Efisio Trincas, il sindaco di Cabras, sta presentando alcuni scrittori locali. Quando pronuncia il titolo “Ultima missione”, l’autore, Antonino Arconte, e la sigla G-71, quelle facce di agenti segreti, di ex agenti segreti, di uomini del controspionaggio italiano, si contraggono come per trattenere un: «G-71, sei tutti noi!». ”Ultima missione” è il libro di memorie dell’agente segreto scovato due anni fa da GQ.

Più di 600 pagine sconvolgenti, con documenti inediti: da Gheddafi a Moro, da Bourghiba a Craxi, da Andreotti a Cossiga, racconta tutte le missioni segrete che lui (soldato della Marina militare, comsubin, gladiatore del super Sid) e altri militari in incognito hanno fatto in giro per il mondo per conto del governo italiano. G71 il suo libro se l’è scritto da solo, si è fatto da solo il progetto grafico, copertina compresa, e l’ha messo on line. Migliaia di copie vendute con il semplice tam-tam. Ammiratori in ogni continente, davvero. Posta elettronica intasata. E uno Stato, quello italiano, che lo perseguita e l’ha “cancellato” perché sa troppo e non vuole stare zitto. Ma questa è un’altra storia…

«Quello è del Sismi…»

Mescolato tra i tanti colleghi ed ex colleghi, vicino al buffet offerto dal comune di Cabras, c’è uno che ha l’aria di essere, oltre G71, il pezzo da novanta. Lo capisci da come tutti “gli spioni” si rivolgono a lui. È sicuramente sardo, ma può sembrare arabo o, perfino, non è uno scherzo, tedesco. Parla il dialetto sardo, si esprime in arabo, conosce un tedesco perfetto, il cecoslovacco, l’inglese, il francese e lo spagnolo. Per gli Stati Uniti è laureato in medicina e fa il dentista. Per l’Italia no: è un abusivo. I modi e il look non sono appariscenti, ma si percepisce il carisma. Avvicinarlo, pur essendo in una sala piccola, è difficile. Capita sempre qualcosa sul più bello: uno che lo chiama, un altro che “involontariamente” lo urta e il bicchiere cade per terra, il cellulare che squilla, ma nessuno risponde.

È lui, poi, che risolve la situazione: «So che le interessa sapere qualcosa sulle nuove Brigate rosse. Che poi sono le vecchie: non è cambiato nulla». Sussurra: «Sono Franz. Il dottor Franz. Per i servizi segreti di mezzo mondo questo nome di battaglia vuol dire qualcosa. Ma qui c’è troppa gente, non mi fido. Ci vediamo domani ad Alghero». Ma chi è il dottor Franz?

«Un bravo dentista», dice lui. Ci vuole proprio una gitarella ad Alghero. Seduti intorno al tavolo della cucina, nell’appartamento di un amico che non c’è, Franz sembra più tranquillo. L’inizio del racconto è assai umano: «Sono entrato nei servizi segreti italiani per amore. Per amore di una donna dell’Est». Fino a quel momento Franz era un mozzo che lavorava sulle navi e guadagnava molto bene per i primi anni Settanta: un milione e mezzo al mese. «D’altronde dovevo mantenere una famiglia numerosa (mamma, due fratelli e tre sorelle), che dopo la morte di mio padre non aveva alcun sostegno».

«Ho visto Franceschini in Cecoslovacchia»

Girando per il mondo conosce la figlia di un colonnello della Stasi, che vive in Cecoslovacchia. «Appena rientravo da un viaggio in nave, la raggiungevo al suo Paese. Così ho imparato la sua lingua e soprattutto a muovermi con grande disinvoltura in uno Stato così vicino, ma anche così lontano». Nel 1974 la proposta indecente. «Ero in via Colli della Farnesina, a Roma. Stavo bevendo qualcosa al bar vicino all’ambasciata. Mi avvicinano due tizi che non conoscevo. Che, invece, di me sapevano tutto. Uno era Antonio La Bruna, incaricato dal Sid di ingaggiare personale civile. Non sapevo che fosse la Gladio. Mi chiedono se voglio collaborare. Se voglio entrare nei servizi segreti. “Ci pensi un paio di mesi”, mi dice La Bruna con garbo, “poi mi chiami a questo numero”».

Franz è un freddo. Passionale, ma freddo. Gli offrivano un milione al mese fisso per fare quella che lui riteneva una vacanza: vivere nel Paese della sua donna. «Dopo due mesi ho accettato. La Bruna mi ha convocato a Roma, in via XX settembre, presso l’ufficio decimo. E mi ha affidato i compiti: pedinare i terroristi che dall’Italia andavano in Cecoslovacchia per addestrarsi. L’ho fatto per cinque anni. Anche dopo il rapimento Moro. Ogni volta La Bruna mi chiamava da un telefono pubblico. Mi convocava. Mi segnalava tipo di macchina, targa e luogo di partenza… Neanche mia madre sapeva nulla».

Per esempio. Il furgoncino targato… parte da Padova alle ore… «Io mi mettevo dietro. Lo seguivo, fino a Linz, alla frontiera austriaca con la Cecoslovacchia. Avevo notizia di chi proseguiva il pedinamento dopo di me, per non rischiare di perdere i terroristi al posto di blocco. Oppure li prendevo io a Ceske Budejovice, la prima città in Cecoslovacchia e gli stavo addosso fino a Brno. I campi di addestramento erano a Carlovi Vari, oppure vicino a Brno, a Litomerice, a ovest di Praga. Ufficialmente erano delle terme. Già, perché magari, dopo qualche rapina fatta in Italia, dovevano riposarsi un po’…».

Una bomba! Francesco Cossiga ha appena detto, a proposito delle Brigate rosse, che non esiste alcuna connessione internazionale, che sono un fenomeno soltanto italiano. Ipotesi confermata anche dalle dichiarazioni di Mario Moretti e di Paolo Persichetti, l’ex Br recentemente estradato dalla Francia. Dottor Franz, ma lei è certo di quel che dice?

«Io li ho pedinati e fotografati. Anche dopo il rapimento e l’uccisione dell’onorevole Aldo Moro. So da chi compravano le armi e l’esplosivo. Li ho visti entrare nei ristoranti popolari, mangiare senape e würstel. Li ho visti che si beccavano qualche cameriera. Non solo per copertura. Li ho visti parlare con i loro addestratori, tutti agenti del Kgb e con i terroristi della Raf, dell’Eta, e quelli libici. Noi seguivamo i loro. La polizia ceka seguiva noi. Come mai? Direi a Cossiga che ho lavorato per il mio Paese in condizioni difficili: pedinare in Cecoslovacchia un terrorista che ha la copertura del Kgb è quantomeno arduo. Non parlo a vanvera: il materiale scritto e fotografico io l’ho regolarmente spedito in Italia o consegnato ad agenti italiani. Uno, Tano Giacomina, è morto in uno strano incidente. Due mesi fa mi ha cercato Franco Ionta (il magistrato che indaga sul delitto Moro, ndr). Ho parlato con un maresciallo dei Ros, il reparto operativo speciale dei Carabinieri. Ma non è successo nulla».

Incredibile: sono documenti che provano l’esistenza di un collegamento tra colonne delle Br e servizi segreti stranieri. E nessuno fa niente. Nomi? «Niet». Franz, dai. «Guardi che è pericoloso. Perché io ho pedinato e seguito gente che non è mai stata arrestata…». Qualcuno di quelli arrestati può dircelo? «Per esempio Alberto Franceschini. L’ho seguito e l’ho segnalato. Quindi non è vero, come è stato detto, che lui arrivava dalla Germania dell’Est. Lui arrivava da Praga. L’ho visto recentemente, in tv. Com’è cambiato: sembra un professore».

Franz a Praga prende una casa in affitto da un dissidente: tra i suoi compiti c’era anche quello di aiutare gli oppositori o i perseguitati dal regime a scappare in Occidente. Per farlo rischia la vita. «Un giorno La Bruna mi dice: scusa, ma perché non metti su a casa tua uno studio dentistico come attività di copertura? Avevo molti pazienti. Anche la mia donna. Che essendo figlia di un generale della Stasi, mi dava un sacco di notizie… Per tutti diventai il dottor Franz. In realtà ero il responsabile della base di Gladio in Cecoslovacchia. La parola d’ordine era: ho male al dente numero…».

«Ieri si chiamava kgb, oggi Mafia russa»

Questo pezzo di racconto è da shock. Sono le 11 di mattina e Franz si è già fumato mezzo pacchetto di sigarette. Nella sua mente investigativa si susseguono i pensieri. Spegne l’undicesima cicca. E dice secco: «È da un mese e mezzo che hanno ricominciato a minacciarmi. A farmi certi discorsetti via e-mail. Fanno così, “loro”. Poi, bum-bum. E tu sei morto. Come è successo a quei due, D’Antona e Biagi. E Landi, quella specie di hacker che aveva scoperto troppo. Suicidato, ma va’… Io i miei figli voglio vederli crescere in diretta. E non dall’alto dei cieli. Non voglio fare una brutta fine ed essere consolato da un ministro che si dimette. Ora mi sono rotto».

Dietro la facciata aggressiva, strafottente e ironica, adesso si legge tanta paura. «Guardi, io lo so per certo: sia D’Antona che Biagi avevano ricevuto un sacco di minacce. Tutti e due stavano indagando sulla provenienza degli attacchi minatori. Avevano scoperto i mittenti. Sapevano chi sono i terroristi e chi li protegge. Ma sono stati fatti fuori». Franz racconta un fatto davvero inquietante che riguarda il presunto strano suicidio (giovedì 4 aprile 2002) del tecnico informatico Michele Landi. «Poco prima di morire aveva mandato un’e-mail a un mio amico che era nei servizi con me. C’era scritto che aveva scoperto la provenienza delle rivendicazioni dell’omicidio Biagi. Arrivavano dal computer di un ministero».

Ecco perché ha paura il dottor Franz: lui sa tutto quello che sapevano le tre persone uccise. E forse anche molto di più. Sa per esempio nomi e cognomi. Conosce le connessioni internazionali. Su un fatto il nostro uomo è certo: «Dietro ci sono sempre gli stessi. Ieri si chiamava Kgb. Oggi si chiama mafia russa. Il terrorismo non può vivere senza una potenza alle spalle. E il disfacimento dell’Urss ha fatto sì che fosse messo in vendita l’arsenale di una superpotenza» .

“Loro” sarebbero ex agenti del Kgb, che nel frattempo sono diventati miliardari della mafia russa, che partecipano al gioco mondiale della destabilizzazione finanziando e fornendo armi ai terroristi occidentali. «Che agiscono insieme ai terroristi islamici: niente è cambiato. Ho visto documenti esplosivi che lo dimostrano. Come quello che riguarda il mitico Sciacallo. Non ci sono nuove Br, nuova Eta, nuova Ira. Ci sono Br, Eta e Ira. Usano le armi di ieri e l’esplosivo di ieri: i kalashnikov e il Semtex, fabbricato, guarda caso, in Cecoslovacchia. L’unica differenza è che hanno stretto un patto d’acciaio tra loro». Tanta paura? «Sì, ma anche lei deve averne: le ho parlato di fatti che non ho voluto dire neanche ai Ros».

[rolandoguajardo]

Esta celebración surgió en la sesión de las Naciones Unidas que tuvo lugar el 8 de septiembre de 2000 y que concluyó con la aprobación de los Objetivos de Desarrollo del Milenio, en el que representantes de 192 países reafirmaron su compromiso en la erradicación de la pobreza, el fomento de la educación y la cultura y la mejora de la salud y las condiciones de vida de los sectores más vulnerables de la sociedad. https://www.instagram.com/p/CEkAes-hI16/?igshid=1fa1j893y1bov

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NOVARA, ITALIA

 Finalmente all’ingresso della città, ad accogliere il viandante ci sono nuovi cartelli con la scritta “Nuara”. Mi è capitato spesso infatti di dover spiegare a turisti belgi, anzi valloni, anzi fiamminghi, anzi belgi, che “Novara” in dialetto locale si dice “Nuara”. Qualche mese fa un mio amico di Londra (London), mi chiedeva quale fosse il vero nome della città e per quale plausibile motivo non ci fosse scritto sui cartelli. Con mio grande imbarazzo e con uno stentato inglese ho dovuto spiegare che in origine Novara era una città romana, forse metà latina e metà cimbra (come suggeriva Sebastiano Vassalli nel suo ultimo libro, “Terre selvagge”) e che probabilmente doveva il suo nome alla rifondazione della città da parte dei romani (gli ex ladroni),denominata appunto “Nova Ara”. Niente da fare, il mio amico Sadik, londinese DOC, voleva sapere come si diceva Novara in piemontese, e che, senza saperlo, non sarebbe tornato a Londra (London), contento. La stessa cosa mi è capitata ieri quando alcuni parenti napoletani venuti a farmi visita per portarmi la mozzarella di bufala di Mondragone (Mundraune), si interrogavano sul vero nome della nostra tranquilla città. “Ma è ‘o vero? Sta città nun se po’ chiamà accussì! Nui vulimmo sapè ‘o vero, Mario tu ce devi dì ‘o vero, cumme se chiammma ‘sta città?” Non ho potuto nascondere una certa meraviglia, e ho dovuto confessare che in realtà “Novara” è “Nuara”. Presto il ferale annuncio sarà dato “Urbe et Orbi": “Annuntio vobis magnun gaudium! Abemus nomine: N-U-A-R-A. Tutti i popoli lo sappiano:

di espressione americana, New Hara;

di espressione catalana, Nouvarà;

di espressione castigliana, Novarras;

di espressione pechinese, No-vah-la;

di espressione austro-ungarica Novarienburg;

di espressione finnica, Nøvaaren;

di espressione portoghese, Nobarna;

di espressione polacca, Novarcze;

di espressione germanica Neuevarhe,

di espressione ceka, Novahrna;

di espressione caraibica, Noah-va-rasta;

di espressione nichilista, No-where.”

Ma nel cuore di tutti noi, Novara sarà sempre Nuara. Amen.

#linguaggio #costume #novara

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Steffi Halm 4th in the 2019 European Truck Racing Championship

Fassi Sponsored driver Steffi Halm finishes the European Truck Racing Championship in fourth place at the Jarama circuit in Madrid

Jarama circuit, Madrid (Spain) - The European Truck Racing Championship ended on Sunday 6th October at the Jarama circuit (Madrid). After eight Grand Prix races in Misano (Italy), Hungaroring (Hungary), Slovakia ring (Slovakia), Nürburgring (Germany), Most (Czech Rep.), Zolder (Belgium) and Le Mans (France), the championship saw the victory of Jochen Hahn of Iveco and Die Bullen von Iveco Magirus in the team standings. The German driver Steffi Halm, sponsored by Fassi, finished with a brilliant fourth place in the overall drivers' rankings; a result that inspires hope for her next season. Congratulations, Steffi.

Congratulazioni a Steffi per il quarto posto nella classifica generale piloti del campionato europeo truck racing 2019.

Jarama circuit, Madrid (Spagna) - Si è concluso domenica 6 ottobre presso il circuito di Jarama (Madrid) il campionato europeo truck. Dopo 8 gran premi disputati a Misano (Italia), all'Hungaroring (Ungheria), allo Slovakia ring (Slovakia), al Nürburgring (Germania), a Most (Rep. Ceka), a Zolder (Belgio) e a Le Mans (Francia), il campionato ha visto la vittoria nella classifica piloti di Jochen Hahn del team Iveco e del team "Die Bullen von Iveco Magirus" nella classifica squadre. La pilota tedesca Steffi Halm, sponsorizzata da Fassi, ha chiuso con un brillante quarto piazzamento nella classifica generale piloti. Questo risultato fa ben sperare per la sua prossima stagione. Complimenti Steffi.

Steffi Halm, pilote sponsorisée par Fassi, a fini le championnat d’Europe de courses de camions dans la 4e position au circuit de Jarama de Madrid

Circuit de Jarama, Madrid (Espagne) - Le championnat d’Europe de courses de camions s’est achevé Dimanche 6 octobre sur le circuit de Jarama (Madrid). Après huit Grand Prix courus sur les circuits de Misano (Italie), Hungaroring (Hongrie), Slovakiaring (Slovaquie), Nürburgring (Allemagne), Most (République Tchèque), Zolder (Belgique), Le Mans (France) et Madrid (Espagne), le championnat s’est terminé par la victoire de Jochen Hahn d’Iveco et de Die Bullen von Iveco Magirus au classement final des équipes. La pilote allemande Steffi Halm, sponsorisée par Fassi, a brillamment fini en 4e position au classement final des pilotes ; un résultat qui inspire les plus grands espoirs pour la prochaine saison. Félicitations, Steffi !

Gratulation an Steffi Halm, die sich in der Gesamtwertung der Truck-Racing-Europameisterschaft 2019 den vierten Platz holt

Rennstrecke von Jarama, Madrid (Spanien) - Die Truck-Racing-Europameisterschaft endete am Sonntag, den 6. Oktober, auf der Rennstrecke von Jarama (Madrid). Nach acht Grand-Prix-Rennen in Misano (Italien), am Hungaroring (Ungarn), am Slovakiaring (Slowakei), am Nürburgring (Deutschland) sowie in Most (Tschechische Republik), Zolder (Belgien), Le Mans (Frankreich) und Madrid (Spanien), gewannen Jochen Hahn von Iveco und Die Bullen von Iveco Magirus die Teamwertung. Die deutsche Fahrerin Steffi Halm, die von Fassi gesponsert wird, erreichte den glänzenden vierten Platz in der Gesamtwertung; so wird die Hoffnung für ihre nächste Saison erweckt. Gratulation, Steffi.

Steffi Halm, piloto patrocinada por Fassi, terminó el Campeonato de Europa de Camiones en el cuarto puesto en el circuito del Jarama de Madrid

Circuito del Jarama, Madrid (España) – El Campeonato de Europa de Camiones 2019 terminó el domingo 6 de octubre en el circuito del Jarama (Madrid). Después de ocho carreras del Gran Premio en los autódromos de Misano (Italia), Hungaroring (Hungría), Slovakia ring (Eslovaquia), Nürburgring (Alemania), Most (Rep. Checa), Zolder (Bélgica), Le Mans (Francia) y Madrid (España), el campeonato concluyó con la victoria de Jochen Hahn de Iveco y Die Bullen von Iveco Magirus en las clasificaciones de equipos. La piloto alemana Steffi Halm patrocinada por Fassi, terminó con un magnífico cuarto puesto en las clasificaciones generales de pilotos; un resultado que inspira esperanza para su próxima temporada. Felicidades, Steffi.

#ETRC2019 #IVECO #Fassi Sponsorship

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#HariPatahHatiNasional (jareee)

Hari ini booming banget ya di media sosial tentang pernikahan Mas muzammil dan Mbak Sonia. Dari subuh sampe sekarang di laman explore Ig gue penuhhh sama feed tentang mereka. Baik itu foto maupun video. Trus yang iya nya lagi, caption atau tulisan yg ditambahin ke foto-foto itu tuh sejenis. Pertamanya doa ye kan, trus ujung-ujungnya mirip-mirip “mereka udah halal nih, kamu kapan?” dan lagi ada tagar baru yaitu #HariPatahHatiNasional. Ngga baru juga sih soalnya kemaren juga sempet dipake pas Hamish-Raisa tunangan. Lucu sih, kan emang buat lucu-lucuan, ye gak?

Tapi ya, gue heran aja gitu kenapa muncul tagar itu. Pertama kali denger, gue sempet bengong-bengong bego gitu karena ngga memahami maknanya. Bagi gue, baik itu Hamish, Muzammil, apalagi Oppa Joong ki adalah public figure dan para orang-orang yang mengaguminya adalah fans. Yang namanya fans, ya jangkauannya emang cuma segitu, mengagumi aja. Sedangkan istilah patah hati, kalo gue pribadi mengartikan sebagai kondisi kecewanya seseorang akibat hatinya yang patah (?) engga gitu fit -_-. Tapi kondsi seseorang yang kecewa akibat harapan yang udah ia titipkan ke oranglain tidak sesuai ekspektasinya. Which is mean, menurut gue, sepemahaman gue sih, biasanya stilah ini dipake buat orang-orang yang deket atau ada d “lingkaran”nya publik figure tadi. Wajar kalo lo tadinya temen satu kampus satu organissinya M trus patah hati krn M nikah, mungkn dulu lo pernah demen dan berharap dipilh jd calon istrinya (notabene dia kenal lo juga, pernah satu project, bla bla bla). Tapi kalo lo tau M juga cuma dr viral suara ngajinya yang bagus, ketemu juga kagak pernah, bahkan satu pesawat juga boro-boro, lu ngaji juga masih edan-eling, trus bilang patah hati.... ini lu halu apa gimana? Lu pernah gitu berharap jadi istrinya? Ini baru Muzammil. Berlaku juga buat Oppa Jong ki dan Hamish daud, ckck... suka heran *kibas poni*

It’s OK lah kalo cuma buat becandaan, asal jangan diserusin ampe nangis-nangis bombay, apalagi galau-galau bahkan bilang (ini nih yang gua kaga demen) “wah makin berkurang nih ikhwan-ikhwan soleh macem begini,”. “Ya Allah, tolong sisain atu dong yang kaya gini buat aku,”. Kalo nggak, “buruan nikah, keburu yg kaya gini sold out semuaa,” Tenang aja, nggak bakal keabisan kok. Setiap orang itu udah ada jatahnya masing-masing.

Lagian neng, yakin bener jodoh lu salah satu dr ikhwan-ikhwan soleh ky Muzammil, elunya udah se-solehah Sonia belom? :’)

Gini nih kalo kebanyakan makan micin, eh, makan quotes-qoutes galau tentang nikah. Ceka ceka. Nirfaedah guys. Makin kesini gue ngerasanya banyak yang ngaku Jomblo sampe halal tapi di perjalanan menuju halalnya itu galau semua coy. Yang ikhwan banyak yang modus (pengalaman dimodusin, eak!), yang akhwat juga banyak yg sengaja menarik perhatian supaya dimodusin (pengalaman juga, eak!) wkwkwk.

Pesen aja sih, becanda boleh. Kaget boleh karena idola lu merid. Tapi sebagai fans yang baik, ayolah kita doain aja. Gausah menggalaukan yang tak perlu, bahkan sampe mengungkit-ungkit aib calon mempelai perempuannya (haha ini sih fans garis keras).

Apalagi para akhwat, jangan jatuhkan mahkotamu dengan merendahkan harga dirimu. Muzammil nikah, ya biarin. Kita juga akan menikah pada saatnya dengan laki-laki yang sebaik-baiknya, versi Allah :)

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Leggo e sento parlare del Venezuela con la consueta superficiale avventatezza propria alla borghesia  viziata, solita riempirsi la testa e la bocca di dogmi ideologici che forniscono una visione parafrenica della realtà. Abbiamo già dato negli anni addietro, a partire dalla Rivoluzione Culturale di Mao. Chi ha vissuto gli anni sessanta e settanta sa di cosa parlo e ne ha uno spaccato ancora oggi quando ascolta i fanatici dell'immigrazione e del gender. Così, riguardo la crisi venezuelana, da una parte abbiamo i padrini delle libertà democratiche e dall'altro quelli della sovranità socialista. In realtà si contrappongono un fantoccio della massoneria e un boia sanguinario. Che poi non sarebbe sorprendente se si scoprisse che appartiene anch'egli a una loggia, come abitudine diffusissima da quelle parti. Tra i due non si può scegliere altri che un terzo. Pretendere di sostenere l'uno o l'altro sulla base delle motivazioni che essi adducono è pura stoltezza. Guaidò è stato designato per cavalcare l'onda della rivolta popolare che ormai ha la simpatia dell'85% della popolazione, ma ne è di fatto il paguro bernardo. Maduro è un delinquente; un neotrozkista affamatore del popolo, un bancarottiere economico e monetario che è riuscito a far fallire perfino l'esperimento – in linea di massima intelligente – della criptovaluta Petro, la prima moneta digitale di Stato. Il disastro socioeconomico di cui Maduro è il principale responsabile ha sprofondato il Venezuela nella fame causando numerosi decessi, in grandissima parte infantili. Seguendo la consolidata prassi comunista, quanto più la situazione precipitava, tanto più i poteri venivano accentrati ed esercitati con la repressione e il terrore. Da poco più di un anno i detenuti e gli assassinati non si contano: i “paladini del popolo” sparano regolarmente sulla folla, come tradizione nei regimi socialcomunisti. La violenza militare e poliziesca è l'unica garanzia di tenuta di un governo odiato dalla quasi totalità del suo popolo. Pretendere, come fanno alcuni, di sostenerlo solo perché ha una forte retorica antiamericana (pur continuando a fare traffici con gli Usa) o per ragioni di contrapposizioni geopolitiche (Russia e Cina opposte agli Usa) è francamente imbarazzante e improponibile. Vada l'argomento della non ingerenza straniera nei fatti interni di una nazione. Però è chiarissimo che si parla di qualcosa che non ha più un senso pieno in un mondo correlato, tant'è che la prima motivazione del sostegno al delinquente, da parte di chi lo esprime, sta proprio in difesa delle ingerenze russa e cinese. Parlare di ingerenze oggi ha poco senso. In Siria ad esempio è tutta un'ingerenza: degli Usa, dell'Inghilterra, della Turchia, dell'Arabia Saudita, del Qatar, dell'Iran e della Russia. Ingerenze a volte contrarie e, nella fattispecie, le ultime si sono dimostrate fondamentali e salvifiche. In Venezuela non è intelligente né lecito inveire praticamente sulla totalità del popolo e sulle singole comunità oriunde, come l'italiana, per soccorrere boia, sicari e secondini a difesa della bancarotta. Bisogna opporsi a Guaidò, d'accordo, ma dal cuore della rivolta popolare, rilanciando una soluzione peronista che deve partire dalle parti sane del Paese. Le quali oggi si ritrovano con Guaidò ob torto collo perché sono impegnate, per tenacia, disperazione, dignità e senso di giustizia, a combattere la Ceka madurista. A chi crede in Guaidò e a chi sostiene Maduro rispondiamo: spiacenti abbiamo già dato! In Venezuela serve una rivoluzione creatrice che vada ben oltre il crollo dell'idolo di pietra del suo malefico affossatore. ULTIMO AGGIORNAMENTO MERCOLEDÌ 06 FEBBRAIO 2019 12:07

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Fotbalisté Plzně se v úvodním kole jarní vyřazovací části Evropské ligy utkají s Dinamem Záhřeb. Další český zástupce v soutěži pražská Slavia narazí na belgický Genk. Rozhodl o tom dnešní los ve švýcarském Nyonu. Oba české kluby začnou jako nenasazené týmy doma.