#sudetes

[galswintha]

It's official! Skalickie Skałki (Skalice Rocks) confirmed as the oldest rock outcrop in entire Poland. Made of sillimanite gneisses they were said to be even a billion years old, but current estimations are closer to 600 mln yrs.

#My favourite spot #Skalice #wzgórza strzelińskie #lower silesia #geology #geotourism #geologia #poland #sudetes #geology of poland #my photography #rocks #sillimanite gneiss #proterozoic

[mybeautifulpoland]

Golden Mountains (Sudetes), Poland by Aleksandra Dębowicz

#golden mountains #góry złote #sudety #sudetes #poland #polish #europe #central europe #winter #wintercore #snow #snowy #wanderlust #travel #travelgram #travelpoland #travelblr #travelblogpost #dream home #dream house

[herukapadmajungiansworld]

#no appeasement #no pasaran #no land for peace #neville chamberlain #benes #sudetes #czech republic #stop putin #putin war criminal #stop russian invasion #ukraine resistance #stop putin's agents usa #putin war ukraine russia #defend ukraine #stop putin allies #help ukraine #ukraine war #i stand with ukraine

[karilapio]

Onneks euroviisut ei ollu Suomessa ku joku kepulainen olis vielä hakenut kaatoluvat Norjan susille

#susiviha-suomi #euroviisut #suomipaskaa #sudet

[ruttotohtori]

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Eläintarhoissa joudutaan tekemään joskus myös vaikeita päätöksiä, ja yksi niistä realisoitui tänä marraskuun aamuna, kun puistoa asuttaneen vanhan susilauman kolme viimeisintä jäsentä lopetettiin.

Ähtärin eläinpuiston nykyinen susilauma koostui saman pentueen sisaruksista, jotka ehtivät kunnioitettavaan 15 vuoden ikään, sudet elävät Suomen luonnossa harvoin yli kahdeksanvuotiaiksi. Korkea ikä toi susille mukanaan luonnollisia vanhuuden vaivoja, ja siksi niiden vointia ja ikääntymistä seurattiin etenkin viime vuodet erityisen tarkasti.

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Ähtärin eläinpuisto aloitti toimintansa 50 vuotta sitten. Sudet kuuluivat puiston heti ensimmäisiin petoeläimiin, ja ovat asuttaneet puistoa siitä lähtien.

-Nyt kun tarha jää tyhjäksi, olemme päättäneet uudistaa ja nykyaikaistaa sitä perinpohjaisesti, koska samankaltaista tilannetta tulee harvoin. Saimme hoitaa ja seurata tätä sisaruslaumaa 15 vuoden ajan, ja tiedämme, miten tärkeitä sudet ovat myös monelle vieraallemme. Vaikka päätös oli vaikea, niin valoa siihen tuo myös tieto siitä, että aikanaan samaan tarhaan voi muuttaa uusi nuori susilauma asuttamaan entistä nykyaikaisempaa tarhaa tutuissa maisemissa.

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#ähtärin eläinpuisto #ähtäri #susi

[varahai]

Suomenruotsalaiset sudet ulvåå

[omg-lucio]

1936. Coches Tatra 97 y 77 en el Salón del Automóvil de Praga. La empresa demandó al VW Escarabajo durante muchos años debido a la similitud en su forma, pero después de la anexión alemana de los Sudetes, los ocupantes pusieron fin al proceso judicial. Después de la guerra,  en los años 60, los checoslovacos finalmente recibieron 2 millones de marcos alemanes.

[kvetyzlouky]

to není tvůj speciální smutek

to ti jen vytváří alkohol, je to depresant přestože si to uvědomuji, že důvod, proč jsem teď tak nešťastná, jsou tři piva, jedno jídlo a minimum hodin spánku, ale i tak mě to ničí, tečou mi slzy, které se zdají horké, ale ve větru otevřených okýnek tramvají studí mám pocit, že se neudržím, že potřebuji někoho, klidně neznámého, kdo si všimne, že mi není dobře a něco řekne, že se z toho něco odehraje jsem tak deprimovaná, prahnu po dotyku, fyzickém, tak psychickém, mám nedostatek stimulů, moje sociální část skomírá, všichni zmizeli mimo Prahu, do Sudet nebo na festivaly, nemám si s kým povídat, jsem jen s holkami z bytu, miluji je, ale potřebuji něco více uplynuly tři týdny od té doby, co byl v mé posteli, byla jsem v Itálii, sama, prožila si nepříjemnosti, nějak se zase srovnala s tím, že to nic neznamená, minimálně pro tebe, že ti nebudu psát, ale přesto doufám, že se potkáme, že si budeme povídat, skončil klub, skončily mé další jistoty, že ten stejný den potkám stejné osoby, teď se to neděje a já se nemám čeho držet, ztrácím část identity, chci být silná, chci se posunout, doufala jsem v rande s Benem, co má jet na Arktidu, ale míjíme se, tak zase doufám, že se potkáme v lese, ve stanu, ale ani nevím, jestli jedeš jsem překouřená chci pohlazení a debatu

[spookyowlman]

spell out your url using song titles!

S - Suloinen myrkynkeittäjä - Mariska ja Pahat Sudet

P - Pöllönsilmä - Hevisaurus

O - Olen Omena - ?

O - omg i cant come up with anything

K - Kukkurukuu - Mariska ja Pahat Sudet

Y - Yksinäisen Keijun Tarina - Chisu (I've also made an old LPS video about this :D)

O - Open Up Your Eyes - I forgot the artist but its from the MLP movie

W - Would you love a monsterman? - Lordi

L - Love the Way You Lie - Eminem

M - Million Gruesome Ways to Die - BARNABY!!!!!!!!!!

A - idk... the ABC song?

N - Naurava Kulkuri - Vesa-Matti Loiri, AKA Jean-Pierre Kusela

Tagged by: @houseflyy (thanks! This was fun :D)

Tagging: @hcttrick @championofdarkland @clown-demon idk whoever else wants to do it?

#Im gonna translate these song titles just for fun #Suloinen Myrkynkeittäjä - Adorable poison maker - a song about a woman who plans to poison her husband #Pöllönsilmä - Owl's eye - I havent heard this but I put it in because owl #Olen Omena - I'm an Apple - an annoying kids song #Kukkurukuu - this doesnt mean anything and I honestly dont know how to explain the song lol but it has birds in it #Naurava Kulkuri - laughing traveler - I cant remember anything but that laugh is amazing #Yksinäisen Keijun Tarina - Story of a lonely fairy - a song about a depressed fairy #I tried to pick at least a couple songs that remind me of Barnaby but it was HARD #So these are mostly just random Finnish songs

[cityhikertv]

KARPACZ Winter 2023, Poland Walking Tour in 4K

One of the most popular mountain towns in the 🗻 Polish Sudetes, the incredibly charming ski resort - Karpacz.

Every year, it attracts thousands of tourists from both Poland and abroad, mainly due to its picturesque location at the foot of the mountains, with the impressive peak of "Śnieżka" - 1602 meters above sea level.

Enjoy watching the walking tour in 4K Ultra HD quality with captions!

🎥 https://youtu.be/z1tANG3ep6U

#Karpacz #Poland #sudetenmountains #skiresort #polandtravel #walkingtour #cityhikertv

#youtube #traveling #walking tour #virtual tour #travel #europe #walk #walking #poland

[slavicafire]

ŻMIJA I FOUND THE SOUP DEVIL!!! he was from the sudetes, not the carpathians 🤦some of his names are Liczyrzepa, Krakonoš, or Rübezahl (polish, czech, german). 1 of his legends details him stealing a girl who loved turnips, and trying to keep her happy by carving turnips into magic people to befriend. in czechia, hes said to give people sourdough and kyselo! lmao ANYWAY thanks for bearing witness to my adhd folklore dive, hope youre having a good one <3

ah, slightly disappointing - despite the turnips I eliminated Liczyrzepa immediately because you said Carpathians. I was hoping for a new Carpathian devil I didn't know... but I'm glad you found him!

[galswintha]

Rock mushrooms revisited

#geologia #geology #lower silesia #geotourism #sudetes #góry stołowe #Sandstone

[mybeautifulpoland]

Kaczawskie Mountains, Poland by Justyna Sin

#kaczawskie mountains #poland #europe #góry kaczawskie #travel #sudety #sudetes #central europe #countryside #countrycore #polish countryside #landscape #cottagecore #slow living #nature #naturecore #slavic #deer #simple life #rustic

[herukapadmajungiansworld]

#no chamberlain team #neville chamberlain #sudetes #glory to ukraine #ukraine suffering #vladimir putin war criminal #ukraine war #russian invasion #defend ukraine #help ukraine #weapons to ukraine #i stand with ukraine

[madmarchhare]

Redemption through Evasion

I submitted this story to the Young Walter Scott writing competition, but didn't win or get on the shortlist. I thought it was good, so I'm posting it here, I hope you all like it.#

The conditions were to write a adventure story set in any time in the past, in 2000 words or less. It is callled:

Redemption through Evasion:

I travelled to Czechoslovakia in 1936, around summer time. I had just lost my wife to consumption, having to watch as she seemed to be swallowed by the jaws of an invisible monster and dragged from me. Following her death, her family deemed that I was unfit to look after our son. I had become rather unstable following her death, pouring myself into whatever work I could find while also pouring myself far more drinks than I ought to.

So, I decided to get away. Packing what I could manage to bundle into hand luggage I went on a trip. I took a ship from London to France, landing in Nice, then drank and sobbed myself to here in Karlsbad. I must have looked a state when I arrived, slurring out broken Czech as I looked like I had been run over by a train. Karlsbad was, frankly, a beautiful city, with wonderful high buildings standing proud, couched in between hilly forests. A truly modern city with wide roads and beautiful parks.

I found a hotel to stay in, and contacted my wife’s family, asking if they were well, how my son was… I received a bundle of notes and a notice of employment in return, the job in question simply being to bumble about Bohemia for them, not even caring enough to sign their own names next to their companies. Ah well. Oh well. Let us wander, I thought. Besides, what else was there to do. The first year, a few months after the first letter, I bought a flat in Karlsbad, one on a street that stood higher than the rest, it’s back led directly into the forests of the Sudetes. I filled it with hobbies.

Painting from November until January, but that wasn’t very colourful. Poetry from January until late March, I wasn’t much of a poet. Shooting from March until June, I apparently was good at it, but I had nothing to aim for with it, etcetera, etcetera… The only hobby I had managed to keep to was drinking, but that wasn’t very fulfilling. I seemed unable to find something with which to fill my life. How odd. Other people had something, and often they had far fewer options to try things than I did, given an entire nation as my playground and a blank cheque for expenses. So why was I empty… I suppose there is the possibility I was false in thinking I was ever full.

But around September of ’37 I found a new hobby that seemed to hold my attention. People watching, I would go down to a small coffee house by the square in the morning, a half dozen minutes before they opened in the morning, and order a coffee then begin. I would watch out into the street as people went by. Life happened before me.  

A woman bustling herself down the street in a nice dress that stopped just below her knees which were covered by stockings, her hair cut short, She received a judgemental look from an older woman who trotted forward in a long fur coat that fell down to her ankles, making her look like a small brown bear. Then turned down with a smile to her grandson, stuffed into a heavy coat barely distinguishable from a straight jacket, as he gripped her withered hand. A new car, polished like a wedding ring, whipping down the road, rich portly faces visible from it’s windows. Everyone and everything that came through that street I watched, imagining what lives they lived, what pasts they had, the days they would have… what made then whole when I was left here empty, trying to imbibe their outward habits and expressions to fill myself, to return unbroken, or at least, less broken than I was before.

I watched the purity of winter pull itself by, pockmarked by the glitz of a Christmas without my child and the grand entrance of a new as yet un-unique year. The people who cheered with their children and families, who came by, in their kindness, to wish me well. I reciprocated what I could, giving them my empty ‘thanks’ and recommending my wife’s family’s company, smiling and waving as they left me with my coffee and food.

Spring came through roughly the same, dousing the beautiful open street in clear rain, letting chilled wind bluster about bare ankles and necks, whitening hands and faces, breathe like smoke from a dying dragon, while weddings sprung up like the awakening flowers which decorated the city in white petals.

Around that time I began drawing what I thought as I watched them, with simple stencils only, the same ones I used to write down a few thoughts I had as I sat in those cold steel seats, topping up the alert bitterness of my coffee with the dull bite of schnapps that I kept in a flask. I didn’t know what the people around me thought of me at that point, the waitress who would occasionally glance at the scrawlings that defaced the pages of my books, and who had memorized my order so soon after I began my watching. Nor did I know the thoughts  of the owner who would regard me occasionally from behind the kitchen and would bring me food in silence, not asking for a single koruna in return. Was it pity or kindness? What of the thoughts of the few who walked by me everyday for work and eventually began to greet me every morning? Not that I felt much motivation to discover them, in truth.

But. Autumn brought something that I had not expected. Suddenly, there was the threat of war. Germany, under her ugly little dictator demanded the Sudetenland from the Czechs, who were rightfully prepared to fight to keep it. People around me suddenly burst into a flurry of action, running about to pack or simply sobbing at street corners as the world seemed to drag itself back into the hell it had barely escaped twenty years before.

Then something unexpected happened. Both France and Britain turned and stabbed the Czechs in the front. I was personally shocked, looking down at the paper that called out, almost proudly, that mad little slogan of Chamberlain’s.

‘Peace within our time!’

I watched the street as people ran through it, accompanied by the tearful cries of scared children and the furious cries of adults, who ran, fleeing from their homes to escape the steel shackles of tyranny that threatened to snap around their necks. Saw the few who celebrated waving about that ugly little symbol, a bastard of its origins in peace and love.

I stared out into the street and, broken as I was, the thought couldn’t help but cross my mind.

“They may have stopped a war…” Staring out into the street as I sipped at my coffee, the sobs of both the owner and the waitress trickling out from the shop behind me, “but I don’t see peace here.” I placed my cup back on my saucer as a light rain formed in the background sending the dark scene before me even darker.

I turned to look into the shop, the two of them still quietly crying to themselves within its threshold. I swallowed the last dregs of my coffee and stuffed in the last morsel of cake. Then briskly stood up, stacking the crockery, I tucked my book under my other arm, and walked calmly into the shop.

The shop bell gave a quiet tinkle as I entered, catching the attention of the chef who turned quietly to look at me, forcing the tears off of his face with a shaking hand that he tried desperately to steady. “Oh, hello, I’m sorry if you wanted anything else, but we’re going to be closed for the day,” he explained, his voice attempting to be resolute, but wavering nonetheless.

I regarded him and the waitress thoughtfully for a moment, considering the idea in the back of my head before I spoke. “No, I wanted to ask if you would like a job.” I responded in a level tone, my voice as bored as it ever was. I got a fiery look in response, the waitress looking up at me in disbelief.

“What they hell are you on about, have you not seen what’s happened? Why would you offer that now.” The chef snapped back, shouting in my face.

“The only problem is,” I began to reply, the man looking even more enraged, “the jobs are in London.” The pairs’ faces shifted at that, surprise lifting their expressions. “But, if you don’t mind the move, I have the forms with me and we can go as soon as possible.” Tears beaded at the corner of the waitress’s eyes. “Oh, and if you know anyone else who would be open to a job in England bring them to me too. Families are welcome to come along as well, of course,” I finished, the tone of my voice not changing as I spoke. The pair suddenly pulled me into a hug, half sobbing, half laughing as they half laughed half sobbed out thanks to me. I patted each of them on the back then gave them my address as I walked out back into the street, back to my flat. Here I pulled out the nigh hundred high stack of employment forms my wife’s family had sent me. Well, it was one of the things they asked me to do after all!

By the next morning, around eight, I was awoken by the sound of knocking on the door of my apartment. I pulled myself from the armchair I had slept in, over to the door and opened it. I was greeted by a crowd of almost fifty people, of all sizes and shapes, all with pensive looks and pale faces. I looked at them for a moment then stood to the side and gestured for them to come in, relief breaking across their faces as I did.

They came in, bundling documents into my hands as I wrote their information down onto papers and handed them back nearly as fast as I was handed them. The people hugging each other in response as the younger children stared curiously around my room, looking at the various hobbies I had tried to fill it with. Their faces fascinated by the activities I had undertaken. I had finished all their documents near the end of the day, and told them to pack for tomorrow, when we would leave.

They all nodded as they left, as I bundled what I wanted of my possessions into the hand luggage I had used when I first came here, and strode out in the dark to the station to greet them in the morning. They arrived briskly in the cold morning, accompanied by the sobbing of children and hurried whispers. I explained my employers’ situation to the conductor who gave a suspicious look to the crowd behind me, but with a hard nod allowed us on. So we departed through Germany, then France and on to London.

I rang my wife’s family when I made it to London to tell them about their new employees, but they seemed to not care very much, greeting me nonetheless, and giving paltry answers to questions about my son. Ah well, oh well. I did my job I suppose.

Was I full now? Probably not. But, this little venture was far more fulfilling than everything else I had tried.

@https-true-egoist @httpghostface @ninety-s-kid @shax-lied @shandzii @shark-smuggler @psycho-zom-atic @jemimacatclover @sleepy-gry

#creative writing #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writblr #fiction #czechoslovakia #HMAD #1938

[tuulikannel]

And then there's this.

One night, as the wind died, the moon shone red above the forest. The same night the oldest oak in the forest fell, crashed into the silence that no one was listening. One leaf flew into the brook, was dyed crimson in the moon's mirror, floated on the soundless waves out of the forest, carrying a message. The birds hid their heads beneath their wings, the fish dived into the depths of their lakes, the rabbit's whiskers quivered in the cover of the bushes. Only the wolves ran, dark figures among the trees, swiftly and quietly, flying the moon's howling.

(Finnish original) Eräänä yönä, tuulen kuollessa, kuu loisti punaisena metsän yllä. Samana yönä kaatui metsän vanhin tammi, rysähti hiljaisuuteen, jota kukaan ei kuunnellut. Yksi lehti leijaili puroon, värjäytyi punaiseksi kuun peilissä, kellui äänettömien aaltojen myötä metsästä pois kantaen viestiä mukanaan. Linnut painoivat päänsä siiven alle, kalat sukelsivat järviensä syvyyksiin, jäniksen viikset värähtivät pensaikon kätkössä. Vain sudet juoksivat, tummat hahmot puiden lomassa, hiljaa ja nopeaan, pakoon kuun ulvontaa.

#my writings #I've no idea what it's about #kinda dark for me tho... given that wind is tuuli in Finnish' #so this is when tuuli dies...