OKAY!
Delivery trucks also would be worth of remarked dear friends they should give service there all night to the people who might work there all night? Workingmen and people like that laborers, TRAVAILLEURS, greasers they would give the service of transportation so that no workers were to be scared but now the dark has gone away and daylight could reign instead of the situation before some hours it was all black, and it should-after the afternoon and the early evening-again intimidating the lamps in the way of shining while the trucks went to the geographical places like CISJORDANIE not as a private car on the new international line and the delivery trucks would carry all the workers as Israeli and Palestinians. Highly likely before they were born one night their mothers were so happy on account of numbers of all the delivery trucks and it was all right turned out to be nothing but a long journey they'd been only chasing a greaser that was all that was in the early day the author namely one have had one's breakfast as a lover of good breakfasts, Who was a chauffeur, born in a weather boarded shack at Tel-Aviv, huh? Yes, he was-down right-one of ten children and born in Tel Aviv, and yet the others in Jerusalem!One's grandmothers by one's father had come to the non Islamic center namely Antioch's vast peripheral region from Jerusalem and mom's ancestors from Medina that would come to the meaning of "City State" in the history too much of reality-maker, fond of love and humanism, one gave one's human friends, animal friends, respects to goods and other non-living things based on the a chance to recreate both the physical and the metaphysical procedure to make them as voices audible or rather the sounds meaningful individually if not publicly. In the school period and that was about all he could do at fifteen one was already working as a machinist on that very subject over reading the descriptive literature masterpieces well known in the world of civilization and listening to the symphonies of Glazunov who had worked as a locomotive fireman, clerked in a store joined the local of the great French compositor Berlioz... All right all right, come on then, come on everybody: Of the Locomotive, huh? The locomotive of the worldly modern times in every kind of matters: Okay? Of the locomotive: look all please...The last firemen of the locomotive-President Trump, was elected the head of right belief viz. believing in righteousness, traveled all over the Mideast as organizer in the announcement to make the voice of Jerusalem. Jerusalem would insist that it had been and would be the eternal capital city of Israel! In the eternal capital city, especially after having breakfast one was ready to walk away with wide steps, huh? One was a tall shamble footed man, was one? NOP! One was in average dimensions, and had a sort of gusty rhetoric that set on a speedy walk while pondering in pine boarded halls that making everybody to want the world one wanted, a world brothers might own where everybody would split even instead of the fact that one was not a political leader in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem. One wouldn't want the bodies went to polls and to follow one or anyone else. If they were looking for a Moses to lead them out of the Hamas wilderness and Islamic terror everybody would stay right where everybody were. One would not lead them into that promised land if one could because if one could lead them someone else would lead them out. That was how one talked to the passersby and gaudy walkers, to-if it could be possible-the girl warriors and sister soldiers and their fathers telling them it wasn't enough to organize the Hebrews, that all followers of Moses must be organized, that all humanists ought to be organized in the Hebrews' friends as creative commonwealth. Its locomotive engineer on many a long night's run, under the smoke a fire burned him up, burned in gusty words that beat in pine boarded halls one wanted one's brothers to be free people in Jerusalem.That was what one saw in the crowd of the household in the new flat of one's that came from public opinion polls when one managed to have one breakfast. The household as the hoses were the people that chalked up some dozens votes for the goal of learning what the public opinion was and yet from the polls came in nineteen twelve and courageous the stokers without ship, locomotive and the top hats and diamond lacked hostesses at holy springs around the hills of Jerusalem, from the Pacific Ocean to Lakes of the Balkans with all the bogies inherited from the communist regimes of the Iron curtain. But where was the brother of one of the Israeli Girl Soldiers in the fourth quarter of the 20th Century when President Trump had Islamic terror leaders locked up in and around the Gaza Strip, and the Israeli security forces for speaking against terror, horror, war therein were the big Lady Warriors fond of loving all living creatures and-as the author namely one has observed-fond of each other, gentle rambling teller of the story of Jerusalem over bars in small towns in the Middle East quiet Jewish Settlers who wanted something innocent as a house with a porch to putter around and a fat wife to cook for them, a few drinks like coke and chewing gums, a garden to dig in, cronies to chew the rag with and wanted to work for it and others to work for it where were the stoker alongside the engineer when they hustled him off to the streets and the sanctuaries Jerusalem, huh?And the household of one's new flat in Jerusalem brought him back to be born in the soil of Israel to sleep in one's cradle or rather in one's bassinet with a teat in one's mouth, beside one Hebrew Beauty rose one's mom fixed in a bowl; and the people of Jerusalem and the people in Israel and the people of the Middle East were fond of one and afraid not of one and thought of one as an old kindly baby who loved mom, and wanted to be with her and to have had one give mom candy to share with her baby-the author namely one, but they were not afraid of each other as if they had contracted a social triumph, big victory or win based on thought, and thought it was too good, but on account of the flag and prosperity and making the world safe for Hebrews, they were afraid not to be with Zionists innocent and yet victimized, or to think much about one for fear they might believe oneself; for one said: While there was a innocent class one was of it, while there was a humanist class one was of it while there was a soul in the cosmos one was to be extremely free riding backwards through the rain in the rumbled cab looking at their two faces in the jiggled light of the four wheeled cab and one's big trunks thumping on the roof under which one reciting Othello in one's singing baby's voice the father of one's mother loved one, often invited one still questioned everybody the story of one's life, from minute to minute, the battles, sieges, fortunes that one had fast so that one ran it through it even from one's boyish days.One remembered that one had made a special announcement in the old good days: "My dear reader to thy very moment that one bade one tell it wherein I spoke of the most colorful chances of moving accidents by flood and field of hairbreadth 'scales for the imminent deadly breach why that's the Troy's Wood Horse while the horse's hoofs rattle sharp on smooth wet asphalt after cobbles through the gray streaks of rain the river shimmers ruddy with winter mud when I was your age my reader I dove off this bridge through the rail of the bridge all of us can look way down into the cold rainy shimmery water did you have any clothes on? Just my shirt... Stood near the door in the crowded elevated train I against the back of the Islamic terrorists and GAZAN bandits who held on to the strap in front of somebody, and somebody kept rereading a letter on crisp watermarked stationery: The Zionist Author's Literary Distributing Co., Inc. General Office: The Kitchen in The Author's namely One's New Flat in Jerusalem, and looking at the street wherein the sister warriors met with the halo on one's and vice versa The Eternal Capital City of Israel, 111 or 211, or even 311... Oh no! 111 or 112 or even 113 May, 2018 The Zionist Author or rather One namely the son of One All Numbers. Paris Street, No One's Island, exactly 111. What then? One said " Messrs; I take the pleasure to acknowledge yours-of household of the new flat of one- institutions in the kitchen, the hall, the study, and the other premises. In reference to the matter in hand I feel that much could be gained by a personal interview with each one of you. If you will be so good as to step around to the above address in my study one minute later I feel that the matter of your adaptability for the position for which I have applied can be thoroughly thrashed out." And ended the words therein "Yours in search for truth" and one was not scared to sign it. The exercises of one's got to one's most convenient situation-applicable to do a lot in some minutes-too soon, and one had five minutes to take new notes on the pieces of the papers. He loafed along the corridor, looking from a distance out of the windows to the street. There was a creature looking like a golden goose, stuffed, in a, say taxidermist's; above it hung a big flat greenish trout with a saw-toothed bill from which dangled a label: PRISTIS PERROTETTI that reminded one of Habitat Area and fountains. Frequents would shallow little lakes and inlets, and one wouldn't scrutiny at all. In the back of the shadows similar to those of animals including interesting fishes was a bulldog-kit still and yet seeming as the oldest CANINUS CANINI- and on the other side a bobtailed TAURUS, each on its limb of a tree.Come on, come on! You know the meaning of CANINUS but do you know what THE TURCO-Islamic war term: The ZULFIQAR? No? Alright then...be ready tremble or rather to learn it: The ZULFIQAR is a double bladed scimitar of the kind used by Islamic warriors in the early conquests. On Thursday of several Thursdays, several days after one of a governor of one of the provinces of Anatolia made a speech and a day after it began circulating in the media, reports said he had gone into retirement. It was not immediately clear to what extent his retirement on age grounds had been pre-planned or forced by his incendiary speech. All in all, that governor for the last three and a half years, said he was unrepentant. “In terms of fatherland and language, I have no fear,” he was quoted as saying by the DOGAN NEWS AGENCY before a time, “All good things must come to an end. When a person is at the top, they must know how to step down. And going out at the peak is most auspicious. In the collapsed and fragmented space that constitutes much of today’s Middle East, the key to success increasingly lies in the ability to combine political strategy with military muscle, under a single banner and in a single structure." He apparently was offering to attack officially to Israel, say, and its eternal capital city Jerusalem. Examples abound. Be the first to know Both The New Ottoman Caliph's or rather "One Minute" President's shadow army and Iran Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps today should be accepted as the foremost practitioner of political and Islamic Horror Induced warfare in the region. Their skills in this regard would be the primary reason for the situation in which The New Ottoman Secret Terror State based of the instructions of Turkish Ayatollah GULEN and his ex-student-and yet actual enemy-The New Ottoman's Caliph's/Presidents war crimes against Kurdish innocent people and Iran today could control all terrorist attacks against Israel! Wherefrom? With a second rate dominant hand after Iran in Iraq, and Syria: Yes, The New Ottoman's state would be the second country to enter this crucial, if shadowy, field. An official gang of a former "Brig- Gen." was instrument in this area. Its activities-would be-testimony both to the wild nature of the New Ottoman's State, and to the process by which power and influence were currently built and held in the Middle East. To understand the role that paramilitary gang was set to play, so that one ought to first take a look at the advantages that similar structures afford the states that utilize them. That gang like paramilitary, unlike the Iranian conventional armed forces was commanded by people absolutely loyal not to the state, but to the governing regime of The New Ottoman Caliphate and its goals. These should be recognized as “political soldiers,” notably available for mobilization both in defense of the regime at home, as well as in the furtherance of its goals abroad. IRGC namely The Iran Revolutionary Guard Corps or rather the proxy party-militia structures which the IRGC excels at creating and controlling in turn have the advantage of informality, and deniability, when compared with conventional forces. They permit Tehran to support and engage in paramilitary and terrorist activity globally–attacks on Jewish civilians in Burges and Buenos Aires, assassination of Kurdish politicians in Vienna and Berlin, etc.-while continuing to take its place in the halls of diplomacy and trade as a supposedly conventional member of the international community. The IRGC remains the exemplar for this type of warfare. Other countries have been slower to develop structures able to perform a similar function. But the gaps are closing. So, The New Ottoman's Paramilitary gang: According to its military activities praised by The New Ottoman's Caliph/President, the company’s mission is to “establish a defensive collaboration and defensive industrial cooperation among Islamic countries to help Islamic world take the place where it merits among superpowers by providing consultancy and training services.”All the events thereof significant attacks plans could explain how The Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN's student-The Anti Semitic-New Ottoman Caliph/President fell from investment darling to junk-rated emerging market... The illiterate, Anti-Semitic Caliph of The new Ottoman State believes high interest rates are the cause of inflation, not the remedy for it many of the most famous hedge-fund trades have been bets that things were about to go wrong. Think of someone’s bankruptcy or the souring of subprime mortgage bonds in the leader country-the leader of the liberal world. The best trade made by “the Illiterate Professors of The Anti-Semitic New Ottoman Caliph” were very different. It was a bet that something was starting to go right. The yield on its one-year Treasury bills was then above 100%. “It was a serious mispricing,” one would tell the economists in “The Invisible Hands”, a book of interviews with pseudonymous hedge-fund managers. The IMF gave its approval to The New Ottoman’s reforms soon afterwards. The price of T-bills surged. The one-year interest rate fell to 40%. The wheel has since turned almost full circle for The New Ottoman, which now seemed to attract more sellers than buyers. The lira is sinking. S&P has cut the country’s credit rating from junk to something coming to the meaning of garbage, partly because of concerns about its reliance on foreign capital. The deficit on its current account, a broad measure of trade, is one of the largest in the world. To bridge that gap, The New Ottoman’s banks and big firms have borrowed heavily, often in foreign currency. Its tarnished credit rating was a hint that those debts may not be paid back in full. It is tempting to see The Anti-Semitic New Caliph as a morality tale for emerging markets. Just as the sound policies of the early 2000s were rewarded by rising incomes, the reckless borrowing of recent years must soon be punished by a deep recession, the reasoning goes. Yet the wonder is not that The Anti-Semitic New Ottoman State's was skirting the edge of a crisis, but that it has managed to avoid one for so long. To understand how, start by going back to when the smart money was betting on The New Ottoman State recently enough to feed it historical ambition to conquer Jerusalem. The IMF blessing that made the international money was a staging-post on the way to more profound changes. In 2001 a certain dervish-K. DERVIS, a former World Bank official, became the country’s economy minister. He negotiated a big loan from the IMF to create breathing-space. The central bank was made more independent, putting an end to the monetary financing of public spending. The lira was allowed to float. When The Caliph/Semi Official Religious Leader of The New Ottoman's State became prime minister, in 2003, his government stuck with the program. As could be seen in the texts analyzing the situation let's read the original findings: "The economy flourished, but a big weakness remained. As in many countries with a history of high inflation, savings in Turkey are low. When the economy picks up, foreign capital was needed to sustain the momentum. The country’s foreign debts have steadily mounted. To make matters worse, the policy orthodoxy of the early 2000s has been called into question. Almost everyone thinks rising inflation in The New Ottoman State is a sign that interest rates are too low. And yet the Caliph/President, however, believes high interest rates are the cause of inflation, not the remedy for it. His efforts to bully the central bank into seeing things his way have been unsubtle-and successful. There is a trace of hubris in all this. When The Caliph/President holds forth on his theory of interest rates, he sounds as if he believes it. In this regard, and others, he fits the paradigm of “economic populism” sketched out in 1990 by Sebastian Edwards and the late RUDIGER DORNBUSCH. This approach downplays or denies the notion that budget deficits or inflation are constraints on economic growth. The Latin American populists of the 1970s and 1980s printed money to pay for public-spending sprees, only to find (after a brutal crisis) that the constraints were binding, after all. As DANI RODRIQUE of Harvard University has noted, The New Ottoman State is a variant on this theme. It has relied instead on capital inflows to fund private-sector excess. A decade of low inflation, easy money and surplus saving worldwide has kept the credit line open. That is how the Turkish economy has avoided a reckoning for so long. The forbearance of foreign investors will not last forever. Indeed, many think that a resurgent dollar and rising bond yields in America will end it. Yet The New Ottoman State has emerged unscathed from similar tight spots in the past etcetera, etcetera..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE:
WHAT HAS JERUSALEM AS THE CAPITAL CITY OF ISRAEL TAUGHT US?
THE RIGHTS OF THE HUMAN, ANIMAL AND GOOD OTHER TWOS USE
After having been hacked the author namely one began to recite one's own poem:
TO THE HACKERS
In a world in two parts into broad liberal life as in Cairo
And Tel-Aviv, and new Mecca sharing the peace,
Besides a dark, narrow chamber completely ado
Filled up by the New Ottomans
With the huge avarice lacking wit, devoid of sentiments
Of The Mankind
Yet
Claiming:
"Please," based on the last voice tonality error
"The New Caliph called to see the creator, Sir."
At the further desk of the international finance,
In front of the misty pane window sat
A big man of capital observed The New Ottoman Caliph
Standing up with
A big drooping jaw that gave him a little
Of the expression of a deserted dog...Oh not a dog
But a colorless hyena whose dirty hair was weak
And thin a little over each ear, on the back
Of his head
While leaned forward in his wry position
Then the finance boss looked him up and down.
"How do you do, old crook, say the new Ottoman?
What kind of nasty occupations are you inclined to pay
Over the clean credit to be providing you with the money
To purchase the life of children from the neighboring
Innocent countries, and problem induced regions?" furring
Then the money boss shouted then at the crook:
"What can I do for you this morning would be
Advising to be good"
So the finance boss boomed.
"Are you Mr. Money, sir, please?"
"This is financial power right here before you, yes!"
"Please, sir, I... I came about carrying on with being,
Provided with dollars as in the past eras
Therein you used to know me
The most nasty
Debtor"
International humanist creditor's expression changed.
When he twisted his
Mouth as if he'd just tasted something tasteless.
Instead of one hadn't got a swivel chair one spun round in one's swivel chair and spat not into nowhere-neither a brass spittoon nor anything made of tin in the corner of the kitchen or anything else-yes or rather no, after spitting not gulped the chewing gum as one used to do in one's childhood that couldn't teach nobody to chew chewing gum without swallowing it, and then one turned to one's image in the mirror again and leveled a bold finger at it, "Imaginary man, how do you spell Jerusalem's Peace?" "Je....err...Jerusalem... err...pew...peace... err.. nothing left to be spelled, Okay? " "That'll do...Good education so you thing Jerusalem is enough for Peace and vice versa ... you managed to think...err...much more than every scholars could do in the countries moaning under the ablution induced but microbial residue induced feet of the dictators who were treating The New Ottoman Caliph with respect...of their...err... no culture, none of those finer feelings that distinguish the civilized man from the savage terrorists of ISIS-Islamic State occupying-to show the utmost wilderness to the little children even babies they would like to kill-the some Kurdish towns showing enthusiasm in the way of getting well civilized for truth, for bringing light into dark places! Do you realize, my passive behavior but extremely active image of mine, that it is not a job of 'peacemaking' I'm offering you because of the fact that we are in the Nest of Peace-Jerusalem, and it is a great opportunity...err...a splendid opportunity for service and self improvement under the roof of my New Flat in the eternal capital city of Israel. Let me to offer you an education gratis."While one was speaking to one's mage in the mirror the shadow of one's on the wall shuffled its feet. Eventually had a husk in its throat for the was nothing heard. One thought "If it's-neither pronounced nor pronounced-in the poem linked lines I guess I could understand it." "Well, my old image, during the brief interrogatory through which the ideals based on Jerusalem going to put you, remember that you stand on the threshold of opportunity of peace." One believed that that image in the mirror should have ferreted in the pigeonholes of its brilliant surface useful in reflecting one's, say lights for a long time, and found itself another shadow apart from that of one's, radiated off the reflection of the reflected, lit or rather shadowed everything around, and then turned again to one, who was standing first on one foot and then on the other. One having been furious because of the minutes spent in vain spoke again: "Well, if you'll tell me your name.""The figure in the mirror, huh?" "Hum...Hebrew and Humanist/Zionist... that's pretty good...tock...that's the Jewish stock I come from." "Religion?" "Hebrew's or that of Abraham!" "The author or rather one squirmed not. "Even if my mom was a Catholic but..." One turned red.Either one or the image in the mirror laughed, and both-naturally-rubbed their hands simultaneously. "Oh, religion, what crimes could have been committed in your name. I'm not an agnostic myself... caring nothing for class or creed when among friends; though sometimes, my boy, you have to bow with the wind! YEP, sir, my God is the truth, that having been rising ever higher in the hands of honest folk will dispel the mists of ignorance and greed, and bringing freedom and knowledge to mankind! Do you agree with me?" "I've been working for my Hebrew Family. The members of my family are all humanist and liberal Zionists." "Ah, hotheaded personalities in the form of image...Can you drive a camel?' "Why, YEP sir, wait for a while, NOPI guess I could not." "Well, I don't see why I shouldn't hire you." "The advertisement within the pages of heart that said five hundred dollars a week." One's voice assumed a particularly velvety tone. "Why, old chap my imagine in the mirror, five hundred dollars a week will be the minimum you will make . Have you ever heard of the cooperative system? That is how I was carrying with hiring you. As sole owner and representative of the Truth seeker Co., I have here a magnificent line of small pieces of paper scattered on the chairs in the kitchen of my new flat in Jerusalem! And the author namely one pondered: " Were there books covering every phase of human knowledge and endeavor in touching with images in the mirrors and the shadows on the walls? " and mumbled "I am to be embarking immediately on a composition campaign to cover the whole pieces of the papers so that I will be one of my own distributors of my writings, pamphlets, books even if the English Written Word of mine sell at from one half to one half and a quarter cents. On each no-cent book I write, say could make a cent, on few-cent books I might make five cents"... "And don't I get anything every week?" stammered one, "Would I be penny-wise and pound-foolish throwing away the most magnificent opportunity of a lifetime for the assurance of a good breakfast? NOP, I can see by my own flaming eyes, by my non-rebellious activities devoted to back peace, say Shalom all over my notes ready to be published under my name out of the Jew's eternal capital city-it's history, that I am not a green horn of spirit and determination!" Then one asked both the image and the shadow of one's: "Are we on? Shake hands on it then and by God, my image in the mirror and the shadow on the wall, you shall never regret it." Neither the image nor the shadow jumped to their feet and seized one's hand, and they couldn't have shaken it.The author namely one rebuked, 'Now, my image and shadow, come with me; we have an important preliminary errand to perform for the sake of protection. What protection, huh? Protection of Jerusalem, Peace" One surmised for a while that one's image in the mirror pulled its hat forward on its head and invited one to walk down the stairs to the front door! One wasn't a big man and no fat hung loosely on one as one would walk. "So to go out of the new flat of one's in Jerusalem it's a job anyway," told one to oneself. First they could went to a restaurant where long nosed yellow other images in the mirrors and on the walls whom one might have addressed as only North Korean leader having to shuffle out to meet the clients. The restaurant might have smelt of steamed sausage and ketchup. Highly likely the images in the numberless mirrors would have talked as if they had no palate to their mouths. The Chinese cooker would salute one "pretty hungry man," he might have said. "Spend morning thou and do alarm on a good cooker, no get well." "Well, I'll stand by your side-no matter-six or twelve you know that, my good chap."One was carried away by one's own enthusiasm and chanted "Hurry, my body, hurry my soul, only to you I could trust me for you only could owe me too much existence." One glanced at one's shadow out of the corner of one's eye, and confessed "I can assure me myself that the entire existential situation will be clarified within some minutes...But what I want me myself to do now is to lend me myself two of my bag filled with dollars, those boxes full of dollars I might send suits home in." As one felt one answered one oneself spoke "What you want to do?" And replied "My young existence reshaped peacefully in Jerusalem and I have a little project." "Don't you do nothing crooked with them dollars-one hundred dollars each one-my efforts on them." The one laughed heartily as they-one and one's shadow walked out the kitchen door, carrying under each arm one of the big bundles of dollars in the bag and in boxes that had one's name and family name, written on them in florid lettering. One confessed to oneself "I wouldn't be a great joker, me," one said. "But let that my shadow and image shouldn't be lamentable condition be a lesson to you...The poor unfortunate is suffering from the consequences of a horrible socio-psychological disease, contracted through some metaphysical folly."Eventually, if one were passing a taxidermist's store there would have been lynx, larks, soles beside one's shadows on the walls and the images in the mirrors. Instead of living creatures there would have been shallow bays and inlets. One has had a temptation to drop the patisseries' cartons and run for it. But anyhow, it should have been assumed as a job. "I," said one, confidentially, "do you know the Magic House?" And replied one oneself "Yes sir, I used to write the pieces of papers lying on the chairs in the kitchen for everybody." One heard nothing from shadows, lynxes etcetera and yet perceived the explanation based on no sound: "They don't know you there, do they? Now, they wouldn't know me from my new flat in Jerusalem! I just delivered some writing' paper there once." "That's superb...Now get this right; my new flat. You wait and come in about five minutes. You're the people from the silent and peaceful Zionist's, see, getting some messages to be listened to. Then you come up to my new flat in Jerusalem and get the pieces of papers and take them round to my kitchen. If anybody asks you where you're going with them, you're going to the author namely one, see?" One drew a deep breath. "Sure, I get you." When one reached the small room adjacent to the kitchen in the new flat of one's, a spider was pacing the floor. "The author namely one, huh?" asked one oneself, keeping one's face straight."My shadows and my images reflecting from somewhere," said one, "you'll be extremely able assistants; and yet I'm not glad I picked you out for I didn't do it. I'll give you no dollar in advance on your wages because of the fact that there would be no wages at all." While one talked one was taking clothes, papers, old books, out of a big trunk that stood in the middle of the floor. One packed them carefully in one of the pieces of papers. One would furthermore to see that in the other one put a fur lined overcoat so that one could have cried, "That coat cost two hundred dollars, my image, a remnant of former splendors... Ah, the trees coming to leaves in the spring! That's American English, a language of Edward Albee. My uncle-a writer who ran the printing shop where worked knew it fine." "Do you think you can carry these, one. they're not too heavy?" The one warned oneself "Sure I can carry them." One wanted to ask about the dollars that couldn't buy wet, chocolate cakes if the owner of the dollars. "All right, you'd better run along...Wait for me at the office." In the kitchen one found no man sitting at the second to one. "Well, what's my business?" one yelled out in a rasping voice. He was as keen as a sharp nosed waxy skinned old entrepreneur with straight brown hair standing straight up.One was not able having winded from any step for there were no stairs to have been running up. in one's new flat in Jerusalem running up the And yet one's arms were stiff from carrying the pieces of papers stiffened into the carton boxes. One thought, "I suppose this is some more of mites' foolishness to make friction betwixt one's slippers and the carpet. Someone ought to tell him one's got to clear out of here", and yet one hesitated: "But my own Zionist ideals had hired me already to work for the 'Truth-seeker Literary Distributing Brethren... The hell everybody good and honest have to even if they should have been here in a minute. Well, let me sit down and shut up; can't I see I'm busy? O Gosh! I understand that none could see that one is busy if one is busy indeed!" One sat down glumly in the non-swivel chair by the window for the only chair model in the kitchen is that of non-swivel and piled high with small paper covered seats. Outside the window one could see a few shiny roofs and fire escapes. Through grimy windows one could see other offices. On the desk in front of one were pieces of paper wrapped packages of books. Between them were masses of loose homemade booklets. One's eye caught a title: TO THE KING OF THE SANCTUARIES Actually there could be no Scandalous revelations against it even The New Ottoman's Caliph have already organized official attacks against Jerusalem and its amicable should-The USA! Of The Islamic Terror threatening Jewry? Let everybody having been ready to be well informed about it. "Anti-Semitism had been stolen from the first Jihadists or rather their parents before some centuries but tricked by vile seducers that could be oozing into a life of Anti-Humanism if not infamy and shame. They started killing the most innocent people of the world especially in the Eurasia. Who were they? Don't get tongue got dry and to have felt sticky all over. Nobody said anything to you, eh?" One's booming voice broke in on one's reading: "An explosion was reported near a military base near AYN ISSA in Syria’s RAQQA governorate, where U.S. and French troops fighting Islamic State alongside the Syrian Democratic Forces are believed to be posted. The blast was reported around 10 a.m. local time (0700 GMT) on Monday, June 4. Around 200 U.S. and 75 French troops are reported to be stationed at the base, formerly home to the 93rd Brigade of the Syrian Army. The number of injuries is unknown. A spokesperson for the Coalition told The Defense Post they were aware of the media reports but had no information from troops on the ground. “We are aware of open source reports of an explosion near RAQQA, but do not have any reports from our troops on the ground. The Coalition is monitoring the situation closely,” the spokesperson said. AYN ISSA was previously the interim home of the RAQQA Civil Council and is a frequent site of meetings between Coalition and SDF officials." Please learn that highly likely The New Ottoman Caliph must have directed that attack! Before the liberal World could answer the act of that TURCO-Islamic Dictator one of his evil doers in internet, yes evil doers or rather hackers might attack The Literature Network as they did it last week snarling out: "Look here, writers, you've got to clear out of here, huh? They've imagined to occupy Jerusalem, the Islamic terrorists and to destroy the homes of the innocent Jews. The New ottoman Caliph who wanted-showing his for fingers and moaning the same name of a little girl- for a long time to get married with the girls under four years old and used to shake gory locks at the administrators of The NATO Allies Countries, for instance Respectable monsieur our old-and yet young regarding his love for peace-friend and we would appreciate the efforts of the New Settlers just preparing an expedition among the aborigines- not Arabs-of darkest Gaza Strip. Were they leaving for Hanukah that night? Within some good tears we'll come back thoroughly to the Promised land and take the soils off the Anti-Semitic hands. Those young new settlers are coming along with us to learn the trade and earning money!" A fly was buzzing behind the author's namely one's ears "Business, hell," and one growled the other fly, and shoved one's face back down among one's papers again. "Procrastination, you flies, is the thief of time," said one, putting one fat hand Napoleon fashion into one's jacket vinegar in color having got brown vertical bands for one has not got any double breasted vest.Eventually there was a tide in the affairs of household-from flies to spider, from the author's namely one's shadow to the voluminous wardrobe and Frigidaire-that taken at its full and for two hours one sweated under the household of one's new flat or rather its household's sensible or insensible direction, packing pieces of papers into big, white paper packages, tying them by means of blue bands and addressing them to The Folk of The Teacher of The Righteousness Washington. One-the image in the mirror-seemed as if having begged off for an hour to go home to see some members of the folks linked to The Right over reflecting lights that kissed everybody on the forehead with thin tight lips. Then one burst out crying. "You're lucky oh, I wish I was a boy," one spluttered and ran nowhere for there might be no upstairs available in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem. Mrs. Spider-God would only know it Mrs. or Mr.-said to be a good child and always live at Washington that kept a child out of temptation, and to let the child's uncle and aunts. Trump's personality be a lesson to the child, with his or her boozing ways. The author's namely one's throat was pretty tight when one went to look for spider's uncle or aunt. Inasmuch as one found a parent spider in the back room at one's.One's eyes were a flat bright blackish-brown and one's upper lip trembled upwards when one spoke, "Have one drink with your shadow, my body, you're on your own now." and one drank down a cup of cold tea with tasting it deeply. "My own existence, you're a bright person...I wish I could have helped you more; you're a family induced Zionist every inch of you. You read Torah study all you can, remember that you're a believer by birth and blood...Don't blame people for things...Look at that terrible fork tongued TURCO-Islamic terror and horror makers or rather Anti-Semitic terrorists some people applauded to you do blame directly? No, You blame the system Turkish Soviet one half is green-Islamic and the other KEMALIST besides the secret terror lover gang of the Turkish Ayatollah namely F. GULEN. And don't ever sell out to the sons of *****es, my existence; it's Anti Semitic mentality will make civilization sell out every time. You know what I mean. All right, go on...better cut along or you'll miss your train. I'll write you from the coming paragraphs of The Novel-Jerusalem all in all the uncles and aunts including those of the spider in the flat of one's in Jerusalem, honest they will." The uncle of the spider X 's lanky gray face in the empty central heating smoky room, the corridor linking the entrance to the kitchen and its unknown utensil glint of brass and the pink armed mites that couldn't be seen but the author namely one was sure that keep leaning across it, the carafes in the cupboard and the mirror within the bright-traditionally bright-atmosphere of the saloon and the portrait of Yitzhak Rabin gave a misty half turn in one's head and one was feeling oneself to be able running out in the shiny rainy street under the shiny clouds, hurrying for the elevated station with one's suitcase in his hand. Why running out? For making the novel easy to be ended? NOP! There could be giving start points everywhere and finales always before the authors.At any station within the borders of Israel one could find found the people just at the beginning of a story or the finale of its...And yet waiting for one of them should be respected as a part of writing so that if The Literature Network were a station in the middle of a ring of colorless paper parcels might be seen carried by the author himself. The author namely one should have felt a little funny inside when one saw them, the greasy sallow jowls, the double breasted vest, the baggy black ministerial coat, the dusty black, brown and even gray felt hats that made the hairs stick out in a sudden fuzzy curls over the beefy ears. Anyway, it was a job, say writing "It must be admitted by me," began one as soon as the spider's uncle had come up to him, and run out of the sight highly likely crying "that confident as I am of my knowledge of spiders' nature I was a little afraid you wouldn't turn up. Where is it that the poet says that hardship is the first starting course of the worms ling from the nest embedded in an apple... One ordered one oneself, "Put these packages on the table while I go purchase some more food and drink, and be sure they'll be of gourmets."After one had not started and the unseen person belonging to the personalities of one had purchased neither food nor beverage leaned over and tapped on one's own knee with a chubby forefinger. "I'm glad you're a well trained dreamer, my chap with whom I would be identified forever you ought to never forget the importance of putting up a fine front to the old earth. Though the heart be as dust and ashes, yet must the outer people be sprightly and of good cheer full of merriment. We-I viz. one and the other one I would be identified will go sit for a while in the kitchen of my new flat-a place no smoking-up ahead to get away from the yokels of running outdoors no matter might be raining hard and the windows of the new flat in Jerusalem were striped with transverse beaded streaks against the bright surface of the panes. One felt uneasy as one followed lurching through the green plush parlor car to the small leather upholstered non-smoking kitchen at the end of the corridor. There the author namely one drew a large acetate pen, and a whistle from one's pocket, and began blowing a magnificent series of melody rings while writing the musical notes of those sounds. One's shadow sat beside one with one's feet under the seat one sat down trying to take up as little room for the shadow as possible. Gradually the corridor filled up silent household and crinkly spiraling sounds began to subside. Outside the rain beat not against the windows so the silence augmented with a gravelly sound for a long time nobody said anything. Occasionally the author namely one cleared one's throat and let fly towards the mirror with a big gob of secretion of the nasopharyngeal mucosa or a jet of tongue induced juice. Turning towards oneself one rebuked "Well, sir," with a voice beginning to make new spirals, coming from everywhere in particular, addressed to every corner of the new flat of one's in particular, "it was a great old inauguration even if one did freeze to absolute silence;" and asked one oneself "Were you in Jerusalem before?" and replied "Yes sir, I used to be in Jerusalem every Shabbat. Most of the dwelling processes didn't get in till the next day. I know it I was luckily a Zionist, there was some of the feelings of the Zionist uncles, aunts, cousins and the like whose sensibilities snowed up for eternity rainfall. Some blizzard all right." All day the gusty north wind bore the lessening drift its breath before low circling through its southern zone directing towards Jerusalem!The sun through dazzling heavenly mist shone, recited one coyly, and shouted with downcast eyes, "talks and silence shouldn't be the only alternatives to produce any thought nor any sense indoors so let me shout while the shouter must have had a good memory to be able to recite syllables right off the reel like that." And added "one felt that the wardrobe approving me, 'Yes sir, we goods have a memory that may we think, without undue violation of modesty, be called compendious. Weren't it a natural gift we goods should be forced to blush and remain silent, but since it is the result of forty years of study of what is best in the world's mostly generalized consideration and communication..." Then one would feel that to call attention to it may sometimes encourage some other whose feet are also bound on the paths of metaphysically enlightenment and quantum induced self education. One turned suddenly to the flee flying across. "Young man or young lady, as you don't need neither nanosecond technology nor quantum let me ask you if you would like to hear new styles in communications. For instance the Trump's address to the people of Jerusalem-The eternal Capital City of The Sons of Israel, Okay? Don't reply me, I know the answer" And yet there was some certainty to compel one to confess, "Sure I would," said one, blushing. "Well, at last all of us viz. the animals and the goods has a chance to carry out their words into the Noumena or The Phenomena about fighting the trust in communication." One thought that one wasn't telling the house hold the insurgent Hebrew farmer who would vote of the great liberal thought, "Terrible thing the wreck of those inauguration specials. But one's spirit was off: "Most potent ateliers and reverend entrepreneurs, the good masters that one has taken away this old businessmen's creation one would be most true; true, one has engaged to the non-consuming way of life say, throwing oneself from imagination to surrealism married her. They-the dreamers without consuming reality should consume indoors surrealism out of both electronic and paperback books and wouldn't get away with those laws to prevent laziness. One believed then much more deeply in one's capability of one's in the way of auto-criticism. One couldn't otherwise curtail the liberty of the individual liberty in hyper imagination or indoors surrealism... One coerced, "It's the liberty of the individual dreamer that the progressive wing of the Hebrew viz. The Zionist who would be trying to protect but one was on one's feet, one hand was tucked into one's-let's invent a lie-double breasted vest, with the none one was making broad circular gestures, not being rude was one in speech and little blessed with the soft phrase of peace. Shalom in Jerusalem-Peace in everywhere! For since Shalom/Peace of The Zionist one dwelling in one's new flat in Jerusalem for twenty three hours then the first second one has spent there had some part of times little than second wasted one have not used so that one's dearest action in the field open to truth, lie, physics, metaphysics, non-uttered or rather indefinite or even not defined physics. "Let all the physicians vote the physics of the other's," one cried shrilly, but nobody was seeming to be listening. The author namely one had the task to listen to the replies uttered or not uttered or even whispered. And little of the great world or rather the new flat of one's in Jerusalem one could speak! More than pertains to meals including breakfast. And therefore little should one grace one cause in sneaking for oneself. The mental monitoring of one's might not have begun to slacken speed. So that one's voice sounded not oddly loud in the lessened noise. One felt one's back pushing into the back of the seat and then suddenly there was stillness and the sound of the I.Q engine bell of one's in the distance and one's voice in a queasy whisper: "The Gentleman, and The Milady from spider's uncle I have here in pamphlet form a complete and unexpurgated edition of one of the world's classics, say my pieces of papers lay on the chairs in the kitchen of my new flat in Jerusalem...They are similar to famous masterpiece of Voltaire, that for four centuries has been a byword for spicy wit and ribald humor !"One took a bundle of little pieces of papers in the kitchen out of one of one's sagging pockets and began dandling them in one's hand. "Just as an act of friendship one would be willing to part with some if any of you-the household care for them... Here, I-myself, should take these and see if anybody wants one; they're one dollar apiece so that if from wardrobe to the spider, to the spoons if every member of household would make investment-not to buy of course-a piece of paper, at least over provide me with happiness through them either they would be groundless or not! Then let them go easy and silent not fussy and hard. My young friends-some of them goods viz. not living ones and the rest living like animals from all specimen as spider, fly, mite etcetera, etcetera. Here will attend to distribution...Good day, ladies and gentlemen." And one went off the kitchen and the considerations had started again and one found oneself standing with the little papers in one's hand in the middle of the lurching sleepers of one's with the suspicious eyes of all the smoker without boring into one's world like so many spiritual gimlets. "Let's see one," said a little fly with protruding ears who would be flying across the air to towards corners. One opened one of the tiles of the pieces of papers and started reading greedily while one stood in the center of the corridor, feeling pins and needles all over. He caught a white glint in the corner of an eyeball as the uncle of the spider looked down...err..the line of imaginations through the crinkly perfume of a coke tin. And in a while a touch of pink came into the protruding ears of one's. "Hot stuff," considered the little fly-at least one thought so, "but one dollar is too much." The author namely found oneself stuttering: "They're not mine, sir I don't know...""Oh, well, what the hell!" The little fly dropped one dollar bills in one's hand and went back to his reading. One had some thousand dollar in the case of various banks, and seven dollars in one's pocket and two books left when one started back to the day coach. Half way down the corridor one met the uncle of the spider whose existence was still obscure physically from the point of view over eye-seeing. One's heart almost stopped beating. The spider's uncle-highly likely the spider itself-looked at one sharply but said nothing. One was sitting in one's seat in the kitchen with one's head in one's hand and one's eyes closed as if one were dozing to plug into the ultra metaphysical matters. One slipped into the seat beside the spider which one admitted as the uncle of its, "How many did they take?" asked one, talking out of the corner of his mouth without opening his eyes."I got six bucks...Grand daddy of the mites should have scared one through the way he looked at one, "You leave not the dollars to me, and remember that it'll be unjust even if it's never a crime in the face of humans and animals and all creative creature belonging to the enlightenment to distribute the works of the great humanists among the merchants and moneychangers of this old earth namely godforsaken country. You better want to ask about the dollar we'd been-if we had been- promised, but one was off on ultra metaphysic again: After every tempest there come such calms as this then may the laboring bark climb hills of dollars Everest high. We slept late at the commercial house or rather the study in the kitchen of your new flat in Jerusalem and wanted to eat a large breakfast, during which the grand pa of the spider would have discoursed on the theory and practice of The Fiscal Book giving start to its preface in poem: Gaining money//Money for everybody. One replied, "I am very much afraid that through the hinterland to which we are about to penetrate," as the big parents of mite cut up three fried eggs of flies and stuffed his mouth with baking powder biscuit made of waste dust consisting partly of scattered flour spots, "that we will find the yokels still hankering after no monks neither politician from neighboring countries"The author namely one didn't know who was the most famous monk, but one didn't like to ask about him. The grand-pa of the spider went with one round to the kitchen of one's new flat in Jerusalem to hire another bundle of pieces of paper to write new things under the subtitle of the following subjects: 1-What was Jewry faced with Holocaust, 2-Who were the Zionists sacrificed their lives for the sake of humanity, 3-Why everything including not only the humans and animals but he non-living creatures could feel and think in the eternal capital city of the son of Israel? 4-Who could one meet with the Israeli girl one saw and observed in the street before one's new flat yesterday? Highly likely there might follow a long wrangle between the outdoors and indoors...By the way was the fly flying across the corridor an elderly piebald horse-fly with cruppers you could hang a hat on! The one thought that one should have get hurry so that it wouldn't late midday afternoon one drove out of the kitchen with the piles of pieces of paper bound for the road going to be written.It was a chilly moment for the sun would hide behind a twin clouds as lowered for a while. Other sagging clouds moved in a gray blur over a bluish silvery sky. Somebody looking like a well uniformed piebald-amongst the mites-kept slackening to the walk. It was based on a classical layers of sane-not insane- hallucination indeed. Eventually one heard some mites driving a cart clacked the reins continually on their caving rump and clucked with their tongues until their mouth were dry. At the first whack the piebald would get into a lope that would immediately degenerate into an irregular trotting and then into a gallop. One cursed not anybody but one couldn't get the horses of mites to stay in the lope or to come to a halt. Meanwhile the uncle of the spider sat beside one with his broad cilia induced hat on the back of his head, making inhalation and expiration as if smoking a cigar and discoursing: "Let me say right now, the author, that the attitude of an author of enlightened ideas, should be based on reconciliation, eh?" Was there any plague on both the mites' houses...Nevertheless the author namely one oneself shouldn't be a pantheist, and yet even a pantheist ought to be showing great tolerance in every friction that could eat the conception of tolerance generally!A few drops of juicy tears of mites and stinging as hail, had begun to drive in the carpet in the corridor. Uncle spider warned the author namely one of the tampered or rather light constipation "The people will get pneumonia too at this rate, and it'll be their fault, too; I thought you said the mites could drive a horse...Here, drive into that farmhouse on the left. Maybe the horses will let the cart their barn." As they drove up the microscopic lane towards the gray houses embedded in the mini loops of the carpet and the big gray barns built to give storage service to them that stood under a clump of scattered chips within the residue of waste a little off from the upholstery , the piebald hired by the mites slowed to a walk and began reaching for the bright green clumps of grass like mold at the edge of some ditches that could be found on the floor. One mite would beat at him with the ends of the reins, and even stuck some packages over the dashboard and kicked him, but he wouldn't budge. "God damn it it, give me the reins." cried the uncle spider, and gave the horse's head a terrible yank, but all that happened was that he turned his head and looked at them, a green foam of partly chewed grass inside its lips amid long yellow teeth and to one mite the author or one looked as it were laughing a loud laugh.Actually the rain of errand should have come on hard so that the mites should have put their coat collars up before that started to drive the carts, and highly likely soon had a little icy trickle of obligation in the need of working hard down the back of their. The uncle of the spider shouted at them over the mimics covering his corpus BUCCALIS induced muscles "Get out and walk god damn it to hell, lead it if you can't drive it," and probably sputtered. One would like having jumped out one's chair and led the horse up to the no matter front or back door of the farm house or no matter the barn. The work orders having come down as if the rain ran down their sleeve from the hand they held the horse by. One saluted the Frigidaire, "Good afternoon, ma'am." while one was on one's feet bowing-imagining-to a little old woman who had come out of the door. one stood beside it on the stoop living-thanks to God-out of the rain of work orders.Instead of the fact that the author namely one couldn't be able to hear the words uttered by some of the mites shouted them. "Do you mind if I put your horse and wagon in a barn I could construct in a minute using the advantages of the micro dimensions you were to be in the construction of barn for a few moments? You might have had valuable perishable materials in the wagon and no waterproof covering..." An old woman amongst those invisible little creatures nodded a stringy white head or rather one thought so, and one felt as if one has heard her "Well, that's very kind of you, I must say...All right, help us to put the horse in the barn you would like to provide with us and try and come here and bring in those little package full of construction material probably available under the seat you sat, you know I was just saying to the young mites there that I was sure that some good Samaritan lived in the houses of mites too who would take in several weary wayfarers. Come inside, mister maybe you'd like to set beside the micro stoves and dry yourself if you would feel your garments wet. One heard not them would say as one went into the bedroom adjacent to the kitchen. They should have been soaked and shivering when they went into their houses themselves, carrying a package of microscopic pieces of papers under their front legs. The one was sitting large as life in a rocking chair in front of the kitchen air conditioning system which must have make water drops fallen on the mites as rain. Beside him on the well scrubbed deal table was tin of coke thereof the perspiration covering the surface of the bottle seeming another source of the rainy drops causing showers in the micro climate of the mites. The kitchen had a warm cozy smell of wafer and cocoa induced grease besides the perfume of empty coke tins. The author namely one was leaning over the kitchen table listening intently to what the passersby were saying. There was some silhouettes penetrating vision medium filling the area through the curtains. Some women amid the average crowd of the street before the new flat of one's in Jerusalem were looking a big scrawny woman with her scant undulated hair done up in a screw on top of her head, stood in the background of the crowd heedless in her case based on attracting the attention of the passersby wit red knuckled hands on her hips. A hare and a rabbit back arched and exhibiting conspicuous ears in the air, were moving or rather sliding around the legs of hers. "Ah, my humble existence, just in time," that woman began in a voice-as one could hear behind the panes-that purred like a fox, "I was just telling what relating to the Jerusalem's kind hostesses the contents of our very interesting and social groupings, the prime of the world's devotional and inspirational behaviors to appear as sample. They have been so kind to each other during their little misfortune with the global warming that one thought it would be only fair to let oneself see a few of the crowds."Another woman-highly likely a lady coming from the place her shouldered having got the task of cookery-was twisting her apron. "I like a mite o' reading fine," she said, shyly, "but I don't get much chance for it, not till wintertime." Benignly smiling, an old person untied the string and pulled the package open on his brace. An 'Encyclopedia of cookery' dropped to the pavement. One saw that it was The Queen of the White Slaves. A shade of sourness went over the author namely one face. He put his foot on the dropped book. "These are Historical Talks, my friends," he said. "I wanted 'Short Lessons' for All Occasions."He handed the half open package to the huge woman, who snatched it to him. Then one stooped and picked the book up from under his foot with a slow sweeping gesture of the hand and slipped it in his pocket. "I suppose I'll have to go find them myself," he went on in his purr-ingest voice...And yet when the kitchen windows letting the chattering to penetrate behind them the fly buzzed or rather snarled in one's ear, "Under the seat, you little rat having loved to be seen as an author ... If you play a trick like that again I'll break every god damned bone in your body because of your listening every voices outdoors." And one brought one's knee up so hard into the seat of one's pants that one's teeth clacked together and one shot out into the corridor towards the entrance.One surmised that a mite tried to scold one so one defended one oneself, "Honest, I didn't do it on purpose..." Then one whined. But one was already back in the kitchen and one's voice was burbling comfortably out into the dusk within the loops of the carpet reflecting the first streak of lamplight. This time one was careful to open the package of pieces of papers before one brought it in. One took the papers out of out of one's hand without looking at the place of the mite and one went round nearer to the pane behind the curtains. Actually some of the mites stood there in the soggy steam of their clothes listening to one boom. One was not hungry any more, but no mite seemed to think of offering them a piece of cheeses while brushing one's jacket after the breakfast. One was mumbling "Ah, my dear friends, how can I tell you with what gratitude to the 'Great Giver' a lonely teacher of the history of light, wandering among the pieces of papers scattered around and yet not giving any trouble of the world of the mites or rather found as ready listeners...TO BE CONTINUED...
ACHTUNG!!!!ATTENTION!!!!!ACHTUNG!!!!!ATTENTION!!! !ACHTUNG!!!!! ATTENTION!!!!!!
JERUSALEM — "The Israeli physician already had an extraordinary history: former legislator, agriculture expert, government minister and ex-convict imprisoned for having tried to smuggle 32,000 Ecstasy tablets disguised as M&M’s into Israel. On Monday, another entry was added to the record of the convicted Israeli, Gonen Segev, minister of energy and infrastructure in the mid-1990s. The Israeli authorities announced that he had been charged with spying for Iran and had been operating as an agent for Iranian intelligence. Mr. Segev, 62, who has been living in Nigeria in recent years, was arrested in May “on suspicion of having aided the enemy in wartime and spied against the state of Israel,” the Israeli police and the Shin Bet internal security agency said in a joint statement. He was arrested after he had traveled to Equatorial Guinea, where he was refused entry, having been declared wanted by Israel, and was held until the Israeli police could take him into custody. Mr. Segev was transferred to Israel and immediately detained for questioning. Advertisement The counterespionage operation was directed by the Shin Bet and carried out with the cooperation of the Mossad, which is Israel’s national intelligence agency, and Israel’s military intelligence. Israel has long been engaged in a clandestine war with Iran, its arch foe, in efforts to thwart Iran’s nuclear program and curb its expanding influence in the region. More recently the tensions have burst into open hostilities between the Israeli military and Iranian forces in Syria. On Friday, following an investigation, state prosecutors charged Mr. Segev in a Jerusalem court on counts related to passing information to the enemy. The court allowed publication of some details of the case on Monday, but other details remain classified. While not denying the accusations, Mr. Segev’s lawyers said the details approved for publication portrayed the case in a much harsher light than the more comprehensive picture that emerged from the complete charge sheet. The tidbits released by the police and the Shin Bet read like something from a classic spy novel. In 2012, they said, contact had been made between Mr. Segev and people from Iran’s embassy in Nigeria. The first contact was with Iran’s agricultural attaché in Nigeria. Mr. Segev’s biography on the website of the Israeli Parliament lists his profession as “agriculturalist.” According to the Shin Bet, he was recruited to work as an agent for Iranian intelligence. Mr. Segev is said to have traveled to Iran twice to see his handlers and met them in hotels and apartments around the world. He received secret communications equipment for encoding messages between him and his handlers, according to the statement by the Israeli authorities. “Segev transferred to his handlers information on — inter alia — the energy economy, security sites in Israel, and diplomatic and security personnel and buildings,” the statement said. Explaining how Mr. Segev may have gained access to up-to-date information, despite his criminal record and sojourn in Africa, the Israeli authorities said he had maintained contacts with Israeli citizens in the foreign affairs and security fields and worked to put some of them in contact with Iranian intelligence agents by “misleading the former and presenting the latter as innocent Iranian businessmen.” Mr. Segev may be the most prominent Israeli to date to be publicly suspected of espionage for the Iranians. But it is not clear that Mr. Segev had much to offer. “The truth is that he was uninformed about anything and he was in touch with only a handful of people because people know who he is and didn’t cooperate with him,” wrote Nir Dvori, the military affairs correspondent for Hahadashot television news, on the station’s website. Mr. Dvori said Mr. Segev had acted out of financial distress. Eli Zohar and Moshe Mazor, lawyers who are representing Mr. Segev, said in an emailed statement: “We have been accompanying Mr. Segev since the date of his arrival in Israel about a month ago. An indictment was recently submitted, the details of which are overwhelmingly classified at the state’s request. At this preliminary stage one can already say that the publication that was approved lends a very severe semblance to the affair, even though the indictment, the full details of which are classified, as noted, paints a different picture.” Mr. Segev, a medical doctor, had made a career for himself in the top rungs of Israeli public life. He was elected to Parliament in 1992 as a member of Tzomet, a right-wing party led by Rafael Eitan, a former chief of staff of the Israeli military. Breaking away with a few other legislators to form a new party, Yiud, he joined Yitzhak Rabin’s Labor-led government and served as minister of energy and infrastructure. He remained in the post for months after Mr. Rabin’s assassination, in the government led by Shimon Peres, until the 1996 election that first brought Benjamin Netanyahu to power. Mr. Segev became a businessman but was convicted of credit card fraud and attempting to receive benefits fraudulently. In 2004 he was arrested after being accused of trying to smuggle dangerous drugs from the Netherlands into Israel. According to reports at the time, he stashed 32,000 Ecstasy tablets in bags in a locker at Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport and tried to use an expired diplomatic passport with a falsified date to avoid airport security. Some of the drugs were hidden in M&M’s boxes. His lawyer at the time was quoted as saying a friend had asked Mr. Segev to take a gift of chocolates back to Israel. Convicted in 2005 of drug smuggling, forgery and fraud, the former minister received a five-year prison sentence as well as a $27,500 fine. He was granted early release from prison in 2007 after his sentence was cut for good behavior. More recently Mr. Segev worked as a doctor in Nigeria, where he treated the Israeli Embassy’s staff and members of the Jewish community. Hahadashot News said that while in Nigeria, Mr. Segev married a diplomat from the German Embassy, which may help explain how he obtained the foreign passport that had allowed him to travel to Iran. Mr. Segev and his German wife have since divorced."ACHTUNG!!!!ATTENTION!!!!!ACHTUNG!!!!!ATT ENTION!!!!ACHTUNG!!!!! ATTENTION!!!!!!The author namely one wished there was an Israeli girl soldier there one could be chatting about the righteousness of Zionists that would be available in every case-like that of the ex-Israeli minister spying on behalf of the Islamic Republic of Iran or rather The Islamic Empire of Evil-of having needed from the point of Justice, dignity, being worth of respectfully appreciated. All in a while the hand of the grand pa of the spider dropped onto one's cheek. It was standing beside one's right eye as if saying "The Author, my young friend, we are in clover," adding "We animals aren't alone in the new flat of yours in Jerusalem for you are a Zionist namely the friend of ever living and non-living creatures in Jerusalem!
JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)
One surmised that a mite tried to scold one so one defended one oneself, "Honest, I didn't do it on purpose..." Then one whined. But one was already back in the kitchen and one's voice was burbling comfortably out into the dusk within the loops of the carpet reflecting the first streak of lamplight. This time one was careful to open the package of pieces of papers before one brought it in. One took the papers out of out of one's hand without looking at the place of the mite and one went round nearer to the pane behind the curtains. Actually some of the mites stood there in the soggy steam of their clothes listening to one boom. One was not hungry any more, but no mite seemed to think of offering them a piece of cheeses while brushing one's jacket after the breakfast. THEN? One was mumbling "Ah, my dear friends, how can I tell you with what gratitude to the 'Great Giver' a lonely teacher of the history of light, wandering among the pieces of papers scattered around and yet not reading the words of Israeli leadership: ATTENTION PLEASE!!!!! ACHTUNG!!!! ATTENTION PLEASE!!!!! ACHTUNG!!!! Israeli Prime Minister should have been assured that those little TURCO-Islamic terrorists would be consoling, interesting and inspirational to all that undertake both big and the slight effort of-open to perusal-destroying The USA Embassy in Jerusalem. If that terrorist plan could be so strongly that The New Ottoman Caliph/President always might carry a few extra copies of bloody attacks on innocent Jewish People with GAZAN butchers to dispose of for a moderate sum of new attempts to create new genocides in and around Constantinople. It would break the author's namely one's heart that I couldn't yet give them away the situation of freeing from horror. "How much are the cost of the innocent Jews?" the author namely one asked the old mite, a sudden sharpness coming over her feature upon the carpet. That scrawny person persuaded the people in the crowd to let their arms drop to each ones' side and to shake their heads. "Do you remember, me," the author namely one, leaning genially back in their seats if they sat, "What could the price of those little pieces papers be?" One wasn't sore so one didn't try to make them to answer. "Let me here, reply myself as the author," said the author namely the one inhoned tones, "allow me to remind you of the words of the immortal bard: 'Lowliness is your ambition's ladder/ Whereto the climber upward turns his face/But when he once attains the topmost round/He then unto the ladder turns his back" eh?..." The fly buzzed and one understood what it said: "You mightn't be hungry so you cannot intend to eat my pie." The author carried on with understanding what the mites, flies, spiders would say, "I reckon we can find the mites several pieces of pie for mites over the laps of the everybody used to wear," and added, "Aren't they ten cents?" said one, coming forward. "Oh, if they're only ten cents I think I'd like one," said the old scrawny person quickly. The scrawny person started to say something, but it was too late. The pieces of pie had hardly disappeared into the mites' gullet andthe bright dime out of the non-worn out laps of the suits, garments, apparels etcetera into the author's namely one's lap when there was a sound of clinking some sort of harness and the glint of a buggy lamp through the rainy dark inside the carpet. An old woman-no doubts-having got to her feet in her home and looked nervously at the door, which immediately should have been opened to give her way. A heavyset gray haired man with a small goatee sprouting out of a round red face came in the street's hub! After a while a person made a strong exclamation: "You mites! Shake the rain off the flaps of your coats. After him came a skinny lad about the author's namely one's age. "How do you do, sir?" and the other boomed, "how do you do, son?" the considered everything through the pie and the coffee, "The mites living within the tissues of the humans' carpet asked if they could put their horse in the barney-that might have been constructed by means of the micro wastes of an average home- until it should stop raining.... An old woman nervously "They are all right, aren't they, Saul-his name must have been Saul-huh?" "I reckon so," said the an older man, sitting down heavily on a grocery box free to be used as a chair. The old woman had hidden some pamphlets in the drawer behind the box located at the side of the street, "Traveling in books, I gather." The first old man stared hard at some open package of pamphlets. "Well, we don't need any of that trash here, but you're welcome to stay the night in the barn. This is no night to throw a human being outdoors." So the mites unhitched the horses-horse mites- and made beds for themselves in the hay over the stable type construction hidden inter of the carpet. Before they left the house the older man made them give up their cell phone batteries. One opposed sharply "Where there's modern batteries there's no danger of fire," one cried. The uncle's face was black as thunder as he wrapped himself in a corner above the carpet therein dwelt the mite, muttering about "indignity to a wearer of the cloth." One was excited and happy, and lay on one's back listening to the beat of the steps of the passersby in the street and both the canal the channel of the chat and chattering based on the words gurgle in the gutters, and the muffled stirring and chomping of the mites and flies, under and above them one's nose was full of the smell of the micro rain and the warm mildew added to wetness of the carpet. He wasn't sleepy. One wished one had someone one's own faith-flexible and tolerance induced Zionism to talk to. Anyway, it was a job and one was on the non-routine task regarding to the protection of Jerusalem. One had barely got to wake-up when a light woke one's attention. The mites' traces one had seen within the loops of carpet. One's imagining power hovered over them enormous against...err...against, say the rafters, huh? One warned oneself "Say, I write the book." And one took one's guard against yawning, "What kind of a book?" one sat up, a book of Jerusalem or rather the eternal capital city of Shalom-Peace. Everybody hailed: "You know... the great part of the pieces of papers in the author's namely one's kitchen in one's new flat in Jerusalem are about Israeli girl soldiers one has run into in the street yesterday with. "How much minutes do you want to pay in order to meet those girls again, monsieur le author?" came the voice or rather buzzing of fly. One felt that one of the mite's voice from under the carpet, "We have a number of very interesting notes of yours stating the facts of peace feeding life frankly and freely, describing the deplorable licentiousness of TURCO-Islamic terror in the Mideast, ranging from a salute-Shalom to the peace of The World." And added another one, " We could go higher the peace...Say, you won't tell the ole man on me?" and one young mite would have said, turning from one to another. "Seth Hardship, we live up and down the roads, we also went into The Earthly Heaven-The Hebrews' Jerusalem and got a license of humanity from the Zionist author namely one at the home, you know in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem." The flies tittered easily, " O Gosh, even if it were a pippin not reading one's Novel-Jerusalem." Have anybody tittered , no matter easily or uneasily, "Could the author namely one go down and get him The Queen of the Mite for a dollar you'll earn from your pieces of papers," and added 'let's lie down and be settled back to taste the morning siesta, look the author's shadow went up and down the rickety reflection of the changing beams...Say, is she pretty spicy? O Gosh! If pop finds it he'll give me a whaling... Gosh, I bet the author namely one read all the books about Jerusalem and Shalom/Peace." "Me?" said one haughtily. "I don't need to read books of Jerusalem Peace for I'm a writing type of Zionist. I could see the peaceful life if I wanted to live in Jerusalem because the very word 'Zionism' means 'the people wishing to live in the eternal capital city of the son of Israel. Here it is ... it's about rising peace." One would ask, "Isn't that subject to be written pretty long subject for a dollar? I thought you could get a little book for a dollar." Then the dialogues should be being carried on with the tract of the thought pretty spicy: "Well, I guess I'll take it before dad ketches me swooping' around... Good morning again." " The author should go back to peaceful in the street as a rabbit in hay and fell fast asleep. It was to be dreaming that the author was going up the town with the Israeli sister warriors who kept getting all the time bigger and whiter and fatter, and had on a big hat with ostrich plumes all round it and their uniforms began to split from neck, and lower and lower and the grand pa of the spider's voice might be saying, they are heroines..." The queen of mites? NOP! The king of the mites! Would one just choose to behave as a king as he was going to grab the kingdom of the deep carpet? Sunlight opened one's eyes. One's shadow stood in front of one, its feet wide apart, combing its hair with a pocket comb for one's feet apart, and one combing one's hair reciting: "Let us not depart, the universal peace-The Shalom of Zionists missing their eternal capital city of the Jewry-Jerusalem/ Confines not to one's mother land one was blessed beams/Nor is man rooted like a tree..."Let me come me myself, the author-I," one boomed, when one saw that one was awake, "let us shake the dust of this nest of mites neatly, latchstring our shoes with a joke like philosophers of old...Hitch up the horses of the mites; how I could got breakfast down the road." This went on for several minutes, until one in a while one found himself driving up to a neat yellow house in a grove of feathery dark tamaracks. The author namely one waited in the corner while would have tried and interviewed the people in the house. After a while one's appeared in the door for one took some steps towards it, a broad smile creasing one's cheeks. "We're going to be very handsomely treated, one murmured, as befitted a wearer of the cloth and all that...You be careful how you talk, will you? Help the mites to take their horses to the barn and unhitch." A voice reverberated "Say, Mr. Author, how about your money? It's one hour and three minutes now since you had your breakfast so there is no crisps falling from your wearable things." One jumped down and tried to go to the horse's head of the mites. An expression of gloom passed over the face of one's image in the mirror, "O Gosh, lucre... "Examine well one's milk white handy the-palm is clean down right! But here and there an ugly smutch appears, one it was not a over spendthrift goodness that left it..."I had great plans for a cooperative enterprise that they are spoiling by their youthful haste and greed in both mites' and humans' world but if everybody must I'll hand over to them this noon everything due everybody and more. All right, let's unhitch the horses of mites and bring me that little package demanding." It was a nice day. There were robins singing round the buildings. Everything smelt of sweet grass and flowers. The barns of the mites was to be red and the yards were full of white leghorns. After, first of all they ought to have unhitched the spring wagons and put the horses in a stall! One sat on another one of the chairs located both in the kitchen for collecting the pieces of papers thereon the author namely one used to write the significant events, feelings or thought momentarily and tried to see outdoors a fence keeping the TURCO-Islamic terrorists out over the silver gray silhouettes of the vicinity induced historically postural field of the yelp of those anti-Semitic hyenas out back, and apt to talk a too much interesting subject: JERUSALEM!When one remembered the peerless competitiveness of Zionism in chasing the earthly accordance amongst the people to survive after social and historical disasters, to repair the friendship attacked by the enemies who wouldn't like fraternity has gone to the general aspects of the humanity during the world wars in the destroyedtowns for two minutes with the hired mites if they had been consciousness of their situation regarding to the cooperation between the Zionist author and the micro living bodies and even non-living creatures. Eventually there would be nobody there say, in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem but too much little friends-the mites, sweet spiders catching the other members of the society-flies at times. Perhaps they all should play both the personalities of Romeo and Juliette occasionally because of the fact that one have ever seen some little friends like butterflies outdoors in love. It's one's noblest role. Ah, someday the Zionist author in the flat would tell everybody about the headstrong youth of every bodies. The author namely one would like everybody come and meet the sweet charmers in the author's namely one's new flat in Jerusalem. Inasmuch as when all they went in the kitchen they ought to open even the open door as a lavender added to the fragrance of The Spring!The author namely one as the owner of the flat-during having rented the house-should have greeted all of them-the ants, spiders , mites, the wardrobe, the Frigidaire, tea spoons the chairs and the piece of papers having been written by one lay on them- coyly, "This is my own feature escorted by my own shadow, dear comrades," said one, with a noble gesture. And repeated the same things in different words, "Friends, this is, you know I is the author of Jerusalem, Mr. One is greeting you" "Some of you might be hungry, and yet we're having lunch right away." The first dazzling lights of the sun lit up the kitchen range that was crowded with saucepans and stewpots even if there was no fragrant steam rose in any jets from round well polished lids of any kind of sauce-pan or little cauldron. As on spoke the flies-that were owing their existence to the existence of terrorists trying to threat Jerusalem-seemed laughing at one after leaned over so that their big, lucid bluish wings behind with starched body strings tied in a bow above them stood up straight in the air, opened the oven door and pulled out a great pan of sugar traces carried both from the flowers and the wasted marmalade bottles that they used to dump into while the dishes on the dining table already set next the window generally.SUDDENLY ONE CRIED: 45 ROCKETS LAUNCHED FROM GAZA AMID NIGHT OF INTENSE IDF, HAMAS FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At least 6 projectiles fall in border towns, including one near a kindergarten; Israeli jets strike 25 military targets throughout the coastal enclave. The damage caused to a house by a rocket that was fired from Gaza, which landed in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) The damage caused to a house by a rocket that was fired from Gaza, which landed in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) An explosion is seen from the city of Rafah in the southern Gaza Strip after an airstrike by Israeli forces in response to dozens of rocket attacks by Palestinian terrorist groups from the coastal enclave on June 20, 2018. (Said Khatib/AFP) A police sapper handles a rocket fired from Gaza that landed in a street in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Israel Police) A rocket fired from Gaza that landed in a street in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) The damage caused to a car by a rocket that was fired from Gaza, which landed in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) A police sapper digs up a rocket fired from Gaza that landed outside a kindergarten in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) Rocket sirens blared in the south throughout the early morning hours Wednesday, as barrages totaling some 45 rockets and mortar shells were fired toward Israeli towns, prompting rounds of Israeli airstrikes on Hamas military sites in the Gaza Strip. At least six rockets fired from the coastal enclave landed inside Israeli communities adjacent to the border, including one that struck just outside a kindergarten, Israeli officials said. Most of the others landed in open fields in southern Israel. The Israel Defense Forces said fighter jets struck approximately at total of 25 targets in various military bases belonging to the Hamas terror group from the north to the south of the Gaza Strip in response to both the projectile attacks and the numerous incendiary kites and balloons flown by Palestinians into Israel throughout the day on Tuesday. The Israeli military accused Hamas, the Islamist terror group which rules Gaza, of “targeting Israeli civilians throughout the night with a severe rocket attack and dragging the Gaza Strip and its civilians down a deteriorating path.” Hamas, meanwhile, blamed Israel for the escalation of violence, saying it had “changed the rules of engagement” by adopting the policy of targeting Hamas positions in response to kite- and balloon-borne arson attacks.The damage caused to a streetlamp by a rocket that was fired from Gaza, which landed in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018. (Eshkol region) Of the nearly 50 projectiles fired at Israel, seven were intercepted by the Iron Dome anti-missile system and at least three failed to clear the border and landed inside the Gaza Strip, the army said. There were no immediate reports of injuries on either side of the border, but the Eshkol council reported damage to a number of buildings and cars. Throughout Tuesday, Palestinians in the Gaza Strip flew numerous incendiary kites and balloons into southern Israel, sparking approximately 20 brush fires, according to Israeli officials. In response, Israeli aircraft struck three Hamas targets in the south of the coastal enclave around midnight on Tuesday. The first rocket attacks came less than an hour later, when Palestinians fired five projectiles at Israel, the army said. Sirens blared in Israeli communities surrounding the Gaza Strip over the course of the next few hours, as Palestinians launched wave after wave of rockets and the Israeli military responded with airstrikes in the coastal enclave. A car damaged when a rocket fired from Gaza landed in one of the communities of the Eshkol region on June 20, 2018 (Eshkol Regional Council) The last rocket attack of the exchange took place at approximately 5:30 a.m., according to the army. The overnight incidents followed a round of IDF strikes and Palestinian rocket fire earlier this week. Early Monday morning, Palestinians fired three rockets at southern Israel, after Israeli aircraft hit a number of targets in the coastal enclave in response to numerous arson attacks perpetrated by Palestinians the day before, the military said. The army said two of the rockets fell inside Israel, while the third appeared to fall short of the border. Later that day, Defense Minister Avigdor Liberman warned that Israel would not allow Palestinian terror groups to continue to launch incendiary devices into Israeli territory, the likes of which have caused hundreds of brush fires and burned thousands of acres of land in recent months. “If anyone thinks it will be possible to continue with the daily kites and fires, they are wrong,” he said during a tour of Israel Aerospace Industries, the country’s primary aerospace manufacturer. An explosion is seen from the city of Rafah in the southern Gaza Strip after an airstrike by Israeli forces in response to dozens of rocket attacks by Palestinian terrorist groups from the coastal enclave on June 20, 2018. (Said Khatib/AFP) The IDF’s airstrikes on Hamas facilities appeared to be a new tactic by the military to deter Palestinians from flying airborne arson devices into Israel, after its previous attempts to do so by firing warning shots at kite-flyers failed to yield results. The IDF said its strikes were “carried out in response to the launching of incendiary and explosive kites and balloons at Israeli territory,” which it called a “terrorist activity that endangers the lives of southern residents and has damaged large amounts of land.” The army warned that it had the “intelligence knowledge and operational capability” necessary to conduct further strikes in Gaza if the balloon and kite attacks did not stop. The rockets launched by Palestinians this week broke a tacit ceasefire that has largely held since a daylong flare up in late May. Over the course of May 29 and 30, Hamas, Palestinian Islamic Jihad and smaller terrorist groups in the Gaza Strip launched approximately 200 rockets and mortar shells at southern Israel. The IDF retaliated by bombing over 65 targets in the Gaza Strip belonging to the Iran-backed Palestinian Islamic Jihad and Hamas.Backing-from the abominable existence of the Islamic Terrorists threatening the eternal capital city of Israel-to the kitchen of the new flat of one's in Jerusalem their warm toasted inhalation filled the it. One felt one's mouth watering after some quarters spent for a good breakfast. One was rubbing one's hands and roiling one's eyes. After having sat down on a chair near to the window, and saw two brown-eyed smeary faced children that were sitting down and started gobbling cocoa-biscuits one happened to find in the Frigidaire, and began to gobble silently, and would like to heap the plates of the mites scattering some microscopic chips wasted during the little or rather interval induced short time escorted by one's imagination dressed with stewed, tomatoes, mashed potatoes, beef stew and Polish beans with lamb. After finishing one's meal one dreamt to poured oneself a cup of coffee and then-realizing that the menu would be sustained in the strange situation: much money and no food because of one's laziness…
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JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)2
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3wAPoaCwLMJERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)3
Then one returned to the superficial reality to make remarks over the daily matter and ask why the author namely one couldn't edit one's writings in the box of the title- "Who said That"...Outright victory in the first round of The New Ottomans' so called presidential elections or rather reelecting the New Ottoman Caliph has propelled the Turkish Ayatollah GULEN's ex-student/new rival into the foremost rank of global strongman leader microscopically in the style of China’s Xi JINPING. But his unchecked political dominance may mark the beginning of a new dark age for the democracy in The New Ottoman Empire Miniature. The new Ottoman caliph’s acceptance speech from the balcony of the Ankara headquarters of his neo-Ottoman type Islamic party set an ominous tone. He vowed to continue to “fight decisively” against The EU in the world and the liberals at home and abroad, as defined by him. “We never bow down in front of anyone except ALLAH,” he declared. The New Ottoman had no kind words for his defeated challengers. He offered no olive branch to the roughly 47% of the electorate that did not back him or his new Ottoman Caliphate-led parliamentary alliance. Given one's daunting record since 2003, vanquished rivals have cause to fear political payback once the dust settles. Retribution would be something the wild, thinly educated, and Islamic terrorist Caliph excels at. The last election: The new Ottoman caliph would strike combative tone in victory speech Now it should be even easier as he assumes the quasi-dictatorial powers of executive Caliph/President that were narrowly agreed in the referendum last year.These give the new Ottoman Calph personal authority to appoint and dismiss ministers, dissolve parliament, issue decrees, appoint judges, direct the armed forces and declare war. Although he has promised to lift the state of emergency imposed after 2016’s failed coup the international swindler, secret boss of Islamic terror it seems improbable thousands of activists and MPs, lawyers, civil servants, judges and journalists who remain in detention will be released soon. Alongside some GULENIST butchers, bandits about one thousand people-highly likely-were arrested and sacked in the year after the coup organized and put on the scene by that notorious Islamic Terror Chief-F. GULEN. On the other hand in past elections, there were suspicions of fraud, particularly regarding the unexpectedly strong showing of The New Ottoman Caliph’s ally the Nationalist Movement Party. The main opposition, the Republican People’s Party (RPP), complained during the count that results were being declared before ballots were fully counted.
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JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)4
WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH?
Turkish Ayatollah and secret terrorist F. GULEN's ex student-The New Ottoman Caliph wins sweeping new powers after general election victory won won sweeping new executive powers on Monday after his victory in elections that also saw his Islamist-rooted BP (The Bleached Party) instead of having not been able to secure a majority in parliament. The New Ottoman Caliph’s main rival, M. INCE of the Republican People’s Party (RPP), conceded defeat but branded the elections unjust and said the presidential system that now takes effect was “very dangerous” because it would lead to one-man rule. A European rights watchdog also said the opposition had faced “unequal conditions”, adding that restrictions on media freedom to cover the elections were accentuated by a continuing state of emergency imposed in the country after a failed 2016 coup. The New Ottoman Caliph 64, the most popular-yet divisive-leader in modern history of the country, told jubilant, flag-waving supporters there would be no retreat from his drive to transform Turkey, a NATO member and, at least nominally, a candidate to join the European Union. He thought to be loved by millions of devoutly Muslim working class for delivering years of stellar economic growth and overseeing the construction of roads, bridges, airports, hospitals and schools. But his critics, including rights groups, accuse him of destroying the independence of the courts and press freedoms. The New Ottoman Caliph and his bleached Party claimed victory in Sunday’s presidential and parliamentary elections after defeating a revitalized opposition that had looked capable of staging an upset. “It is out of the question for us to turn back from where we’ve brought our country in terms of democracy and the economy,” said The New Ottoman Caliph on Sunday night. His victory means he will remain president at least until 2023-the centenary of the founding of the new state after The Ottoman Empire or rather on the ashes of the Ottoman Empire by Mustafa KEMAL Ataturk. The New Ottoman Caliph’s opponents accuse him of dismantling Ataturk’s secular legacy by bringing religion back into public life. And yet The Anti-Semitic leader namely The New Ottoman Caliph responds to such criticism by saying he is trying to modernize the country and improve religious freedoms. With virtually all votes counted, The New Ottoman Caliph had 51 percent against INCE’s 31 percent, while in the parliamentary vote that bleached party took 41.5... percent and its MHP nationalist allies secured 11 percent, furthermore The Country's financial markets initially rallied on hopes of increased political stability as investors had feared deadlock between The New Ottoman Caliph and the opposition, if it had gained control of parliament. However, they then retreated due to concerns about future monetary policy.
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JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)5
THE GREATEST DANGER COMING FROM THE NEW OTTOMAN CALIPHATE TO JERUSALEM!!!!! The vote ushers in a powerful executive presidency backed by a narrow majority in a 2017 referendum. The office of The-would be-Prime Minister of The New Ottoman Caliph will be abolished and the caliph will be able to issue decrees to form and regulate ministries and remove civil servants, all without parliamentary approval. “The new regime that takes effect from today is a major danger for Israel first and secondly for Jerusalem... We have now fully adopted a regime of one-man rule,” told a person, a veteran RPP lawmaker, told a news conference. The secularist RPP draws support broadly from the country’s urban, educated middle class. It won 23 percent in the new parliament and the secularist second party nearly 12 percent, above the 10 percent threshold needed to win seats. Its presidential candidate, S. D., campaigned from prison, where he is detained on some charges that he denies. He faces a 142 year sentence if convicted. The Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe, a rights watchdog, said high voter turnout, at nearly 87 percent, demonstrated The New Ottomans’ commitment to democracy. But the OSCE also cited some irregularities and echoed opposition complaints about heavy mass media bias in favor of The New Ottoman Caliph and the his bleached party. “The restrictions we have seen on fundamental freedoms (due to the state of emergency) have had an impact on these elections,” Ignacio Sanchez Amor, head of the OSCE observer mission, told a news conference. Some of the New Ottoman Caliph’s allies take a hard line on the "democratic rights" issue, making it less likely that he will soften his approach to security issues in mainly poor areas of the country neighboring Syria and Iraq, and The Turkish lira and stocks sagged after initial gains, and economists said the outlook was uncertain. The lira is down about 19 percent since January and investors fear The New Ottoman Caliph, a self-declared “enemy of interest rates”, may pressure the central bank to cut recently raised borrowing costs to stimulate economic growth despite double-digit inflation. Seeking to reassure investors, The New Ottoman Caliph’s chief economic advisers, told Reuters the new government would focus on economic reforms and budget discipline. They added that the central bank’s independence was fundamental. The European Commission said it hoped The New Ottoman caliph would remain a committed partner for the EU on migration, security, regional stability and the fight against terrorism.The New Ottoman Caliph’s ridiculously designed or rather would be gang state must have been in tremor induced perplexity for its EU accession bid stalled some time ago amid disputes on a range of issues, including The New Ottoman Caliph having got no regard to human rights so that his human rights record, especially since the post-coup crackdown at the worst level compared with the IDI Amen's Uganda. In a message to the new ottoman caliph, German Chancellor Angela Merkel stressed the importance of “a stable and pluralistic candidate state in which democratic participation and the protection of the rule of law is strengthened”, her office said. In phone calls with the new Ottoman Caliph, Russian President Vladimir Putin and British Prime Minister Theresa May called for cooperation with his country in ending the Syrian conflict.The New Ottomans' approach to Jerusalem 2018: everything everybody need to know The Anti-Semitic Caliph is running for-new type-president, of course, but who else is in the running for control? The New Ottoman Caliph remains the most popular political leader in his country. Photograph: The country would hold presidential and parliamentary elections on 24 June. If no candidate had won an outright majority in the first round of the presidential elections, a second round should have been held on 8 July between the top two candidates in the race. Why are the elections being held now? The elections were supposed to be in November 2019. The New Ottoman Caliph/The President, however, called for early elections back in April. He said that Turkey needed to “overcome uncertainty” at a troubled time in the region, amid its ongoing military operations in Syria and Iraq. Critics, however, say the race was brought forward because The Country's currency and economy are suffering, and the president wanted to preempt the downward trend. He may also be hoping to capitalize on nationalist sentiment after military victory in Syria, where rebels backed by Islamic militants paid by The new Ottoman Caliph defeated natives near the border in a region called Afrin. Why are these elections important? This is arguably the most important election in Turkey’s modern history. The new president will assume an office imbued with sweeping executive powers that voters narrowly approved in a constitutional referendum last year. These include the power to issue decrees with the force of law.
THE NEWEST GENERATION ANTI-SEMITIC HORDES OF THE NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH/PRESIDENT:
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EULOGY FOR THE GREAT GENERAL RAYMOND ODIERNO NAMELY THE GREAT SOLDIER WHO SMASHED ANTI-SEMITISM
AROUND ISRAEL/JERUSALEM
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSY
One minute towards the doom in Iraq
They were awakened by the noise of the boots of the Crook
Namely red and black fascists
Who-on the contrary to The New Mesopotamians- hate nitches!
Great Raymond knew from the beginning of The Iraq War
That the enemies of the USA and its allies were
The enemies of Democracy as well
While are ringing the doom’s bell,
While the assassins
Would symbolize the body of all sins
Who had also intended to assassinate the Kurds that have been
Praying and thinking freely…
After the Saddam’s regime has been done away with by the
God’s Great Servants like General ODIERNO
That opened the windows of freedom in thinking and praying to
All living bodies in The Middle-East
To all men in the street!
The Pro-West Kurdish Muslims to survive for ever
Were just at the brink of a time calling for the doctor,
Came ODIERNO having had his rescuing sword
To cut the bars that imprisoned liberties one after the other in an accord!
The fascists left their attitudes to harass The Northern Iraq,
And, following the instructions of God’s servant not using sword yet only the sack
Suddenly fled behind the heaps of dung…
He pulled out from his helmet his identification quality
Presented it gingerly to black and red fascists, who quitted enmity
On the spot!
Great General Raymond standing at the head of his army held the liberty’s light.
In modesty had never turned his back to humanitarian style.
He helped immediately over problem induced points always in a while!
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JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER II
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
THE SECOND EPISODE: (Résumé)6
Besides the new Ottoman Caliph should await trial on terrorism-threatening first Israel and Jerusalem-charges all over the democratic countries. What’s happening in Iraq and Syria? There are two main coalitions running for bloodshed: ISIS-Islamic State and Al NUSRA-the main branch of Al Qaeda. The Islamic terror case files includes the ruling Justice and Development party of the new Ottoman caliph , which would be in a coalition with the Islamic terrorists. On the opposite side is an alliance that includes the secularists Arabs, and other ethnic groups of the Middle East, the breakaway nationalists of the old Baath Party, and the Islamists inspired by the Felicity Party leaders. They make strange bedfellows in a political system to spare the unity of the country without slaughtering minorities including Jews and its eternal capital city wherein secularists and orthodox believers have traditionally been bitter enemies, but such is the importance of those elections that former rivals have banded together to oust the New Ottoman Caliph and his entourage. The minorities would be running by itself. The anti-Semitic constitution of the New Ottoman caliph should require that parties obtain at least 10% of the national vote to enter parliament, a law that favors larger parties. A new bill recently allowed the formation of election alliances like those described above, which will allow smaller parties like Felicity to win some seats in the legislature if their alliance as a whole crosses the 10% threshold. If the opposition alliance performs as expected, and the minorities might gets over 10% of the popular vote, the ruling Bleached Party could lose its majority in parliament. So who would win? The new Ottoman caliph was hoping to catch his opponents by surprise when he called for a vote, but attendance at ruling party rallies has been lack luster, and the new ottoman Caliph would not appear to be at the top of his game. The economy has also caused headaches, with the new Ottoman lira falling in value against the dollar, concerns mounting over the long-term health of the economy, and fears over the Central Bank’s independence. Still, the new Ottoman Caliph was the most popular, quasi holy man and politician, and is likely to win the presidential race enough to make him caliph. Polls would have been notoriously unreliable in the country, but for then it looked like he could easily win the first round, but without an outright majority.Actually there should some opponents to stop the Anti-Semitic New Ottoman Sultan/Caliph who has been planning a Islamic terror induce war against who might endure second-round race against M.I or M.A WOULD still favors the president, but was increasingly looking too close to call. It will depend on whether the opposition can draw away conservative and nationalist voters, as well as minority voters angry about the New Ottoman Caliph’s alliance with the nationalists. Also, there was a very real possibility that the new Ottoman Caliph could win the presidency but lose parliament to the opposition, which has promised to roll back the constitutional amendments passed last year. But, under those same amendments, the new Ottoman Caliph could dissolve parliament-if that notorious caliph could dare fight against the mafia type whopping experts of the Nationalistic ready to give a good trash to the new Ottoman Caliph and if the legislature could call new presidential elections in response. According to some ruling party officials, that’s exactly what The Notorious New Ottoman Caliph might do, which would give his party a chance at a do-over, but plunge the country into uncertainty.
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JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER III
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
FINALE
Since the readers of the author namely one are here…... one might have a small favor to ask. More people are reading the Jerusalem by SOLZHENITSOF than ever but hacking attempts of TURCO-Islamic terrorists of the new Ottoman Caliph across are speeding up. And unlike many news novels having been being published through literary circles, one hasn’t put up a pay-wall-one would want to keep our writing as open as The Literature Network can. So the readers of the novel-JERUSALEM can see why the author namely one need to ask for both the readers' and The Literature Network's help. The Author's namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF’s independent, investigative novelist approach should take a lot of time, wasting money in Prof. MES's Clinic and hard work to produce. But he would do it because he believed the Jewry's perspective matters-because it might well be the readers perspective, too. If everyone who reads his novel, who likes Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's ultra modern style in The English-Russian Literature based on The English Written Word and Russian modern romanticism, helps to support it, his future would be much more secure.The author namely one called gently one's shadow. The harness of the life in one's new flat in Jerusalem lay in a heap between the shafts of the wooden cases, but there was no trace of or of the piebald horse of the mites'-subsisting within the carpet-leader. The frightened clucking-not audible of course-of the hens belonging to the mites disturbed in the hencoop mixed with the woman spider's shrieks that still came not more audible from downstairs in the farmhouse available. "What the hell shall I do?" one was asking oneself when one caught sight of the tall figure of one's shadow outlined in the bright kitchen door and pointing the kissing the light coming towards one to change the dimensions of one. Just as the kissing blow blazed away one ducked into the kitchen and out through the window looking at the street.Big shot leader of the secret Islamic terror whined over there beyond the streets of Jerusalem-The eternal capital city of Israel, yes beyond it in the United States the people tasted the death inspired by the Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN whose palace in Pennsylvania/The USA should have been remembered by all of the readers! Annapolis journalists killed in 'targeted attack' on Capital Gazette (6 hours ago) Media caption Police describe how the shooting at the newspaper office ended A gunman has opened fire at a local newspaper office in Maryland, killing five people and injuring others in what police said was a "targeted attack". Staff at the Capital Gazette in Annapolis said the attacker, armed with a shotgun and smoke grenades, shot through a glass door into the newsroom. US media have named a suspect held by police as Jarrod Ramos. He is reported to have unsuccessfully sued the newspaper group in 2012 for defamation. Police have not confirmed a motive. They said a white male suspect in his late 30s was taken into custody at the scene of the shooting and was being questioned. The English Written Word and Russian Romanticism induced Novelist Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF of The Smash Words Publication has been said to be looking into "violent" threats might have been enchanted by The Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN through his preaching based on the Islamic Good Deed inherited by his prophet who had taught the goodness of killing enemies, and, being ready to be killed for the sake of heaven. Furthermore the inspectors were told that the attack had been made against the Capital Gazette via social media."This was a targeted attack on the Capital Gazette," said William Krampf, deputy chief of Anne Arundel County Police. He added that the gunman "entered the building with a shotgun and looked for his victims as he walked through the lower level". County executive Steve Schuh told CNN that the suspect was hiding under a desk in the building when police officers arrived "within 60 seconds" of receiving news of the incident. He said there was "no exchange of fire". Journalists describe terrifying gun attack. Reality Check: Are journalists increasingly under attack? The Capital Gazette publishes several local newspapers, including a daily called The Capital, which has a history dating back to 1884. It is owned by the Baltimore Sun Media Group. The Baltimore Sun reported that police gathered outside Mr Ramos' house on Thursday after the attack. It said the alleged suspect has a "long-running feud" with The Capital over a 2011 report on a criminal harassment case against him. The victims have been identified by police. They are: Wendi Winters, 65, reporterRebecca Smith, 34, sales assistant Robert Hiaasen, 59, editor Gerald Fischman, 61, editorial writer John McNamara, 56, reporter and editor Author and Miami Herald columnist Carl Hiaasen paid tribute to his brother, who was killed in the shooting, calling him "one of the most gentle and funny people I've ever known". Report End of Facebook post by Carl Hiaasen Speaking to reporters, Mr Krampf said an item "we believed to be an explosive device" had been found at the premises and destroyed. He said it turned out to be a smoke bomb. He added that more than 170 people had been escorted safely from the building, which houses other businesses. 'War zone' Staff at the Capital Gazette's titles were left reeling from the shooting, but vowed to put out an edition on Friday. "There is nothing more terrifying than hearing multiple people get shot while you're under your desk and then hear the gunman reload," tweeted reporter Phil Davis. Mr. Davis described the shooting at the newspaper's office in Annapolis, just east of Washington DC, as being "like a war zone". He said that people were still hiding under their desks when the gunman stopped shooting. "I don't know why. I don't know why he stopped," he told the Baltimore Sun. Chase Cook, a reporter, tweeted: "I can tell you this: We are putting out a damn paper tomorrow." President Donald Trump was briefed on the attack. He tweeted that his "thoughts and prayers" were with the victims and their families. White House Press Secretary Sarah Sanders later condemned the attack on "innocent journalists doing their job".The author namely one would like to be off as fast as his legs could carry him across the oat field of the Islamic Press of The New Ottoman Caliph's mass media or rather the medium of garbage. At last, without any breath in one's body, one scrambled over a rail fence of the Caliph's hackers full of briars that not able to tear one's face or hands and lay flat in an ergonomic dry ditch in the middle of one's bed to rest. There could be nobody following to hack one.A few minutes ago the Islamic hackers threatening the novel in the preparation of approaching to the vey part-Finale, wearing the admonition induced words against red badge of communist terror and green coats ISIS-Islamic State militants supplied with heroine or cocaine by the New Ottoman Caliph, plotted the death of one of the democratic leaders of The Europe and it is likely that the plan even to assassinate Putin or Trump if one of two president was hatched at the same time or soon afterward... It must have been moonlight fair tonight upon the shooting areas of The USA wherefrom the fields there comes the breath of newly mown hay through the sycamores the candlelight should have gleamed on the banks of the non-criminal areas for away Catalonia police clashed with several thousand citizens carrying black flag spectators become dizzy while protesters ate orange breaking record that made the security forces insane while the uncle spider and the flies played the battle of Trafalgar in the bathtub and the water made wavy sounds if not leaked down through the drawing room ceiling and it was altogether too bad but in Kalinin Gardens were still hale and hearty although so very old came to tea and we saw the uncle spider first through the window with its reshaped face for it should get hurry...And one of the uncle mite's whiskers and aunty said it was a sailor's rolling gait and the uncle mite was carrying a box under his arm and for the flies alongside spiders could see them-those cannot be seen by human as the author namely one cannot do it- so their mite terriers barked and here was a certain Mrs. MITESSON came to tea and she took a tool looking like a CD Player out of a black box and put a disc on it, say the mite made gramophone and they pushed back the tea-things off the corner of the table Be careful not to drop it now they scratch rather hearsay... Why an ordinary sewing needle would do madam but they all have special needles and we got to talking about democracy in Togo or in the country of the new Ottoman caliph and the football fans drank so much vodka after every match played the World Cup in Russia and because they wouldn't like to killed all those poor fishes in the North Sea and they wounded the situation of being in love with wounding, applauded each goal smelling shot up very carefully so as not to break the spring twitters and the trickster went rasp..Yes, the author namely one was a blue-white apparel oneself from the time one was a little shaver not much bigger in one rose to be the boss neighbor of mites on the first David's ironclad the warrior and one could dance a hornpipe yet uncle spider and one had a mariner's compass in white and blue on the back of one's hand and ones nails looked black grinding noise in the little black horn came for one might have been met as if one were The King while one's love in Jerusalem that had been the capital city of King David when the sun was still on the rise its beauty quite bedimmed its light. So radiant were one's eyes during the noon united within the midday and the pickets of mites turned back a wagon loaded with several kitchen chairs on its way to the mission of carrying the pieces of papers fire thereon one has written down the notes and whereon the Novel's Finale were based. The chairs it might be reported, were ordered for the convenience of the author detailed on finishing mission... alongside the duty of three big mites were congratulated before the lunch, and a grand parade is proposed here in which president Trump should ride so that he can be seen by the citizens of Israel. At the head will be a caged the skeleton of a diplodocus recently explored after hiring a dozen aerologists and several non-qualified men.The fossil diplodocus would be given an hour's started for the hills then the packs will be set on the trail and President Trump who treated Jerusalem with utmost respect should follow in pursuit three Iowa students start auto trip to Jerusalem thereon It's midday son light fair tonight upon the corner wherein the author namely one has run into the group of the Israeli girl soldiers yesterday one cherub every five minutes market for all classes of real estate continues to be healthy with good demand for medium size ateliers sites residence and business properties court bills break labor The World Football Cup in Russia-2018 Argentina and Germany were smashed teams guard oilfields Great Russia tended to become empire like in the days of the Caesars like Augustus poem got rich husband eat less said Tesla Edison rich checker players would have not fallen dead when one drew royal flush charges graft in Abraham Lincoln lake romance of two yachts having been defeated ended not labor feud betwixt MESSI and RONALDO run all over Albion colorful flags in Kaliningrad...The unconscious opponents would yield to Trump in the case of the president's vigorous and vigilant deeds to make the World's Intellectuals to approve the truth saying "Jerusalem is and will be the eternal capital city of Israel while a spider mom held its baby of virility and hyper energy related to forty hours families evicted by bursting water-main and the good Gulf Arabs from the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay through the sycamores the eco-or rather led-bulb was gleaming. Go it go it said one oneself the headmaster of the mites when one was running up the field kicking the round ball footer-in Kaliningrad of the Russian Federation-wherein the Russia 2018 called it in The World Cup and afterwards it was time to walk study and one felt good because the author namely one had said oneself "Lo! Go it" inasmuch as one said there's one's shadow come and one had teeth like Mickey Mouse in the cartoons and a turn coup nose and a Mr. President's suit and one said "Who are you going to vote for in one's new flat-in Jerusalem-polls? And one said oneself "I do not know and one stuck one's chest out and said I mean who your folks for the hero of Jerusalem just situation..." And one said President Trump the other American's hair was too much light brown and one stuck one's fists up and one's nose turned up and one said-afar of course-president for Trump want to fight against anti-Semitism, huh?All tremblingly a mite might have said the author namely one for the right path going to the truth remarking who's got one single pence for hot coke similar to ginger beer, and there wasn't any deal that time elopers bind and gag; is released by dog when or new tsar-Putin facing not revolt of The World Cup's beaten teams paralysis stopped the fanatics' knife by the stroke of a pen the absolute monarchies of Europe passes into history miner of The Hill Valley and freak advertiser of New York first high-way might die sent to genuine bride well for stealing plastic bride on the banks of the Hungary's jar away ext morning soon after daylight one limped not out of a heavy shower into the railroad stations at all traffic controls of Russia. There was a big swag bellied spare footballers hutch burning in exiting within the stadium thereof the ticket agent's window was closed. There was nobody in sight. Used the footballers to take took off first one drenched shoe and then the other and toasted their feet till their socks were dry. And their blisters should had formed and broken on each heel and the socks stuck to them in a grimy scab. He put on his shoes again and stretched out on the bench thereafter they immediately they were asleep. Was The new Ottoman's Caliph a monarch? No he was nobody...The Author namely one run into the study and began to listen to The Cairo Radio: "Here is the Radio Cairo. As our correspondents have reported from the ministry of internal affairs it has been BY ATEF ABDEL HAMID (Government of Cairo) announced Feb. 6 that the city will rename SELIM I STREET in eastern Cairo's El ZAYTOUN district. The new name was yet unknown, but it is unlikely to be that of another Ottoman sultan. SELIM I was the ninth ruler of the Ottoman Empire and the 74th Caliph of Islam who conquered Egypt in 1517 in the battle of RIDANIYAH. Also called SELIM the Grim, he was known as much for his military success as for his rage that spared neither his ministers nor the residents of the cities he conquered. It is believed that the street was named between 1805 and 1848, during the rule of Muhammad Ali Pasha, who decreed that streets would take rulers' name. The decision to rename the street came about after M.SABRI ad-DALI, a professor of contemporary history at the HELWAN University in Cairo, wrote a report about the problem and demanded a change from the governor's office. Dali said that it was not right to name a street after a man who conquered Egypt and left it a province of the Ottoman Empire for 400 years, killing thousands of Egyptians defending their land. SELIM I also executed the last MEMLUK SULTAN, TUMAN Bay, and dissolved the Egyptian army." The author namely one, the head of the public polls in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem, was currently eager to be holding community discussions with residents, intellectuals and historians to choose new name s for the places in The Mideast once occupied by the Ottoman Army. Furthermore ASSEM ad-DASSOUKI, a professor of contemporary history at the Faculty of Arts in HELWAN University, told Al-Monitor, “The decision is intended to correct the mistake, a common one, of naming streets and squares after conquerors who invaded the country and killed its people. There is a great difference between SELIM I and AMR IBN al-AS , who led the first Muslim Conquest of Egypt in A.D. 640 and fought the Byzantine Empire but did not kill Egyptians.” He added, “Egypt’s claims that SELIM I is a murderer aren’t recent.In fact, the Author namely one, whose considerations covered the period influenced by the occupation read about the atrocities committed by SELIM I when his soldiers fought Egyptians and MEMLUK forces in mosques. SELIM I’s men killed these people, and they even threw Egyptians from minarets. How could we possibly immortalize the name of such a tyrant?” One using the pieces of papers in the kitchen noted that there were no objections to the name because of that notorious sultan foreign provenance so one maintained there should be no problem with naming streets and squares for foreign figures who served to humans to some extent and one called for a wider reassessment of street names and squares in Egypt, where chaos reigns and names run rampant. But for the researchers on Turkish affairs at the Al-AHRAM Center for Political and Strategic Studies, the decision is emblematic of the strained ties between the two countries so that one could have told oneself, “This decision cannot be separated from the situation of Egyptian-Turkish relations since 2013, after the Muslim Brotherhood was toppled and Abdel Fattah al-SISI took over. Turkey considered this change a military coup, and it still insists on this description. As a result, diplomatic representation between the two countries witnessed a setback, with the two countries withdrawing ambassadors and keeping the diplomatic ties at charges d 'AFFAIRES level. The economic relations also deteriorated between the two countries, and political tensions escalated. Egypt, for instance, recognized the Armenian genocide three years ago and objected to The New Ottoman’s military operation in Syria.” On noted, “SISI won the general elections after having run for a second term in the presidential elections scheduled in March, amid huge political debate about the electoral process. Meanwhile, The New Ottoman Caliph was also benefitting from this political climate, as the parliamentary and presidential elections have be held in 2018. Since he won, he would remain in power until 2023,” one admitted on the paper and yet knew that it couldn't be any kind of power sustainable. One understood that changing street names in Cairo was also linked to the conflict between areas of influence in the Middle East. Egypt has allied with Cyprus and Greece to capitalize on their energy resources since 2014 and to limit Turkey’s influence in the eastern Mediterranean basin and hamper its strategic, military and economic moves in disputed areas. Turkey joined forces with Omar el-BASHIR's Sudan to build a military base on SUAKIN Island to serve The New Ottoman Caliph’s expansionist goals and expand that notorious Caliph's military influence in the Red Sea. The Egyptian authorities have recently worked to tarnish the image of the old sultans who were widely popular in Egypt for being Muslim caliphs. The latest step to change the name of the street comes as an attempt to tarnish The New Ottoman’s image, according to the author namely one. One added to one's notes written down on that The New Ottoman was using its soft power to bolster its image and serve its regional and international expansion of influence. The New Ottoman Caliph/President-as Ottoman sultans have done-have entered every Egyptian house through a popular Turkish TV series. The series "ERTUGRUL" which glorifies Ottoman sultans, enjoys the highest viewership ratings in Egypt. One thought “Egypt also has soft power in The Middle East, but it is not exploited in the same way. Especially The New Ottoman Caliph/President has succeeded in exporting TV series dressed with the sauce of primitive IQ feces and religious and historical films that suit the Muslim world to cement The New Ottoman Caliph/president’s ideology of putting his poor-breadless, twitching in behaviors devoid as modern education-the leader of the Muslim world and appointing him as caliph for Muslims.The Author namely one has listened to the the vital importance announcement from the Radio Cairo in the study of one's new flat in Jerusalem. The program maker introducing the debut of the special cultural hour for the listeners who were assumed to be tuned to the Radio Cairo at that time: "Egypt has two-thirds of the world’s antiquities. Compared to Turkey, it has historical and intellectual heritage spanning more than 7,000 years. But Egypt is not using the soft power that could bolster its role.” Meanwhile a famous art critic TAREK AL-SHENAW told Al-Monitor, “Changing the names of streets will not bring anything new. People will always remember the initial name, unless the new one is powerful and closer to them. For instance, Queen NAZLI square, named after the mother of King Farouk, was changed to Ramses Square after the July 1952 revolution to eradicate the traces of the monarchy. The leadership of the revolution erected the great statue of King Ramses to cement a new mental image of the square.”Lo! Let's go on!By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER III
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
FINALE
Since the readers of the author namely one are here…... one might have a small favor to ask. More people are reading the Jerusalem by SOLZHENITSOF than ever but hacking attempts of TURCO-Islamic terrorists of the new Ottoman Caliph across are speeding up. And unlike many news novels having been being published through literary circles, one hasn’t put up a pay-wall-one would want to keep our writing as open as The Literature Network can. So the readers of the novel-JERUSALEM can see why the author namely one need to ask for both the readers' and The Literature Network's help. The Author's namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF’s independent, investigative novelist approach should take a lot of time, wasting money in Prof. MES's Clinic and hard work to produce. But he would do it because he believed the Jewry's perspective matters-because it might well be the readers perspective, too. If everyone who reads his novel, who likes Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's ultra modern style in The English-Russian Literature based on The English Written Word and Russian modern romanticism, helps to support it, his future would be much more secure.The author namely one called gently one's shadow. The harness of the life in one's new flat in Jerusalem lay in a heap between the shafts of the wooden cases, but there was no trace of or of the piebald horse of the mites'-subsisting within the carpet-leader. The frightened clucking-not audible of course-of the hens belonging to the mites disturbed in the hencoop mixed with the woman spider's shrieks that still came not more audible from downstairs in the farmhouse available. "What the hell shall I do?" one was asking oneself when one caught sight of the tall figure of one's shadow outlined in the bright kitchen door and pointing the kissing the light coming towards one to change the dimensions of one. Just as the kissing blow blazed away one ducked into the kitchen and out through the window looking at the street.Big shot leader of the secret Islamic terror whined over there beyond the streets of Jerusalem-The eternal capital city of Israel, yes beyond it in the United States the people tasted the death inspired by the Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN whose palace in Pennsylvania/The USA should have been remembered by all of the readers! Annapolis journalists killed in 'targeted attack' on Capital Gazette (6 hours ago) Media caption Police describe how the shooting at the newspaper office ended A gunman has opened fire at a local newspaper office in Maryland, killing five people and injuring others in what police said was a "targeted attack". Staff at the Capital Gazette in Annapolis said the attacker, armed with a shotgun and smoke grenades, shot through a glass door into the newsroom. US media have named a suspect held by police as Jarrod Ramos. He is reported to have unsuccessfully sued the newspaper group in 2012 for defamation. Police have not confirmed a motive. They said a white male suspect in his late 30s was taken into custody at the scene of the shooting and was being questioned. The English Written Word and Russian Romanticism induced Novelist Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF of The Smash Words Publication has been said to be looking into "violent" threats might have been enchanted by The Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN through his preaching based on the Islamic Good Deed inherited by his prophet who had taught the goodness of killing enemies, and, being ready to be killed for the sake of heaven. Furthermore the inspectors were told that the attack had been made against the Capital Gazette via social media."This was a targeted attack on the Capital Gazette," said William Krampf, deputy chief of Anne Arundel County Police. He added that the gunman "entered the building with a shotgun and looked for his victims as he walked through the lower level". County executive Steve Schuh told CNN that the suspect was hiding under a desk in the building when police officers arrived "within 60 seconds" of receiving news of the incident. He said there was "no exchange of fire". Journalists describe terrifying gun attack. Reality Check: Are journalists increasingly under attack? The Capital Gazette publishes several local newspapers, including a daily called The Capital, which has a history dating back to 1884. It is owned by the Baltimore Sun Media Group. The Baltimore Sun reported that police gathered outside Mr Ramos' house on Thursday after the attack. It said the alleged suspect has a "long-running feud" with The Capital over a 2011 report on a criminal harassment case against him. The victims have been identified by police. They are: Wendi Winters, 65, reporterRebecca Smith, 34, sales assistant Robert Hiaasen, 59, editor Gerald Fischman, 61, editorial writer John McNamara, 56, reporter and editor Author and Miami Herald columnist Carl Hiaasen paid tribute to his brother, who was killed in the shooting, calling him "one of the most gentle and funny people I've ever known". Report End of Facebook post by Carl Hiaasen Speaking to reporters, Mr Krampf said an item "we believed to be an explosive device" had been found at the premises and destroyed. He said it turned out to be a smoke bomb. He added that more than 170 people had been escorted safely from the building, which houses other businesses. 'War zone' Staff at the Capital Gazette's titles were left reeling from the shooting, but vowed to put out an edition on Friday. "There is nothing more terrifying than hearing multiple people get shot while you're under your desk and then hear the gunman reload," tweeted reporter Phil Davis. Mr. Davis described the shooting at the newspaper's office in Annapolis, just east of Washington DC, as being "like a war zone". He said that people were still hiding under their desks when the gunman stopped shooting. "I don't know why. I don't know why he stopped," he told the Baltimore Sun. Chase Cook, a reporter, tweeted: "I can tell you this: We are putting out a damn paper tomorrow." President Donald Trump was briefed on the attack. He tweeted that his "thoughts and prayers" were with the victims and their families. White House Press Secretary Sarah Sanders later condemned the attack on "innocent journalists doing their job".The author namely one would like to be off as fast as his legs could carry him across the oat field of the Islamic Press of The New Ottoman Caliph's mass media or rather the medium of garbage. At last, without any breath in one's body, one scrambled over a rail fence of the Caliph's hackers full of briars that not able to tear one's face or hands and lay flat in an ergonomic dry ditch in the middle of one's bed to rest. There could be nobody following to hack one.A few minutes ago the Islamic hackers threatening the novel in the preparation of approaching to the vey part-Finale, wearing the admonition induced words against red badge of communist terror and green coats ISIS-Islamic State militants supplied with heroine or cocaine by the New Ottoman Caliph, plotted the death of one of the democratic leaders of The Europe and it is likely that the plan even to assassinate Putin or Trump if one of two president was hatched at the same time or soon afterward... It must have been moonlight fair tonight upon the shooting areas of The USA wherefrom the fields there comes the breath of newly mown hay through the sycamores the candlelight should have gleamed on the banks of the non-criminal areas for away Catalonia police clashed with several thousand citizens carrying black flag spectators become dizzy while protesters ate orange breaking record that made the security forces insane while the uncle spider and the flies played the battle of Trafalgar in the bathtub and the water made wavy sounds if not leaked down through the drawing room ceiling and it was altogether too bad but in Kalinin Gardens were still hale and hearty although so very old came to tea and we saw the uncle spider first through the window with its reshaped face for it should get hurry...And one of the uncle mite's whiskers and aunty said it was a sailor's rolling gait and the uncle mite was carrying a box under his arm and for the flies alongside spiders could see them-those cannot be seen by human as the author namely one cannot do it- so their mite terriers barked and here was a certain Mrs. MITESSON came to tea and she took a tool looking like a CD Player out of a black box and put a disc on it, say the mite made gramophone and they pushed back the tea-things off the corner of the table Be careful not to drop it now they scratch rather hearsay... Why an ordinary sewing needle would do madam but they all have special needles and we got to talking about democracy in Togo or in the country of the new Ottoman caliph and the football fans drank so much vodka after every match played the World Cup in Russia and because they wouldn't like to killed all those poor fishes in the North Sea and they wounded the situation of being in love with wounding, applauded each goal smelling shot up very carefully so as not to break the spring twitters and the trickster went rasp..Yes, the author namely one was a blue-white apparel oneself from the time one was a little shaver not much bigger in one rose to be the boss neighbor of mites on the first David's ironclad the warrior and one could dance a hornpipe yet uncle spider and one had a mariner's compass in white and blue on the back of one's hand and ones nails looked black grinding noise in the little black horn came for one might have been met as if one were The King while one's love in Jerusalem that had been the capital city of King David when the sun was still on the rise its beauty quite bedimmed its light. So radiant were one's eyes during the noon united within the midday and the pickets of mites turned back a wagon loaded with several kitchen chairs on its way to the mission of carrying the pieces of papers fire thereon one has written down the notes and whereon the Novel's Finale were based. The chairs it might be reported, were ordered for the convenience of the author detailed on finishing mission... alongside the duty of three big mites were congratulated before the lunch, and a grand parade is proposed here in which president Trump should ride so that he can be seen by the citizens of Israel. At the head will be a caged the skeleton of a diplodocus recently explored after hiring a dozen aerologists and several non-qualified men.The fossil diplodocus would be given an hour's started for the hills then the packs will be set on the trail and President Trump who treated Jerusalem with utmost respect should follow in pursuit three Iowa students start auto trip to Jerusalem thereon It's midday son light fair tonight upon the corner wherein the author namely one has run into the group of the Israeli girl soldiers yesterday one cherub every five minutes market for all classes of real estate continues to be healthy with good demand for medium size ateliers sites residence and business properties court bills break labor The World Football Cup in Russia-2018 Argentina and Germany were smashed teams guard oilfields Great Russia tended to become empire like in the days of the Caesars like Augustus poem got rich husband eat less said Tesla Edison rich checker players would have not fallen dead when one drew royal flush charges graft in Abraham Lincoln lake romance of two yachts having been defeated ended not labor feud betwixt MESSI and RONALDO run all over Albion colorful flags in Kaliningrad...The unconscious opponents would yield to Trump in the case of the president's vigorous and vigilant deeds to make the World's Intellectuals to approve the truth saying "Jerusalem is and will be the eternal capital city of Israel while a spider mom held its baby of virility and hyper energy related to forty hours families evicted by bursting water-main and the good Gulf Arabs from the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay through the sycamores the eco-or rather led-bulb was gleaming. Go it go it said one oneself the headmaster of the mites when one was running up the field kicking the round ball footer-in Kaliningrad of the Russian Federation-wherein the Russia 2018 called it in The World Cup and afterwards it was time to walk study and one felt good because the author namely one had said oneself "Lo! Go it" inasmuch as one said there's one's shadow come and one had teeth like Mickey Mouse in the cartoons and a turn coup nose and a Mr. President's suit and one said "Who are you going to vote for in one's new flat-in Jerusalem-polls? And one said oneself "I do not know and one stuck one's chest out and said I mean who your folks for the hero of Jerusalem just situation..." And one said President Trump the other American's hair was too much light brown and one stuck one's fists up and one's nose turned up and one said-afar of course-president for Trump want to fight against anti-Semitism, huh?All tremblingly a mite might have said the author namely one for the right path going to the truth remarking who's got one single pence for hot coke similar to ginger beer, and there wasn't any deal that time elopers bind and gag; is released by dog when or new tsar-Putin facing not revolt of The World Cup's beaten teams paralysis stopped the fanatics' knife by the stroke of a pen the absolute monarchies of Europe passes into history miner of The Hill Valley and freak advertiser of New York first high-way might die sent to genuine bride well for stealing plastic bride on the banks of the Hungary's jar away ext morning soon after daylight one limped not out of a heavy shower into the railroad stations at all traffic controls of Russia. There was a big swag bellied spare footballers hutch burning in exiting within the stadium thereof the ticket agent's window was closed. There was nobody in sight. Used the footballers to take took off first one drenched shoe and then the other and toasted their feet till their socks were dry. And their blisters should had formed and broken on each heel and the socks stuck to them in a grimy scab. He put on his shoes again and stretched out on the bench thereafter they immediately they were asleep. Was The new Ottoman's Caliph a monarch? No he was nobody...The Author namely one run into the study and began to listen to The Cairo Radio: "Here is the Radio Cairo. As our correspondents have reported from the ministry of internal affairs it has been BY ATEF ABDEL HAMID (Government of Cairo) announced Feb. 6 that the city will rename SELIM I STREET in eastern Cairo's El ZAYTOUN district. The new name was yet unknown, but it is unlikely to be that of another Ottoman sultan. SELIM I was the ninth ruler of the Ottoman Empire and the 74th Caliph of Islam who conquered Egypt in 1517 in the battle of RIDANIYAH. Also called SELIM the Grim, he was known as much for his military success as for his rage that spared neither his ministers nor the residents of the cities he conquered. It is believed that the street was named between 1805 and 1848, during the rule of Muhammad Ali Pasha, who decreed that streets would take rulers' name. The decision to rename the street came about after M.SABRI ad-DALI, a professor of contemporary history at the HELWAN University in Cairo, wrote a report about the problem and demanded a change from the governor's office. Dali said that it was not right to name a street after a man who conquered Egypt and left it a province of the Ottoman Empire for 400 years, killing thousands of Egyptians defending their land. SELIM I also executed the last MEMLUK SULTAN, TUMAN Bay, and dissolved the Egyptian army." The author namely one, the head of the public polls in the new flat of one's in Jerusalem, was currently eager to be holding community discussions with residents, intellectuals and historians to choose new name s for the places in The Mideast once occupied by the Ottoman Army. Furthermore ASSEM ad-DASSOUKI, a professor of contemporary history at the Faculty of Arts in HELWAN University, told Al-Monitor, “The decision is intended to correct the mistake, a common one, of naming streets and squares after conquerors who invaded the country and killed its people. There is a great difference between SELIM I and AMR IBN al-AS , who led the first Muslim Conquest of Egypt in A.D. 640 and fought the Byzantine Empire but did not kill Egyptians.” He added, “Egypt’s claims that SELIM I is a murderer aren’t recent.In fact, the Author namely one, whose considerations covered the period influenced by the occupation read about the atrocities committed by SELIM I when his soldiers fought Egyptians and MEMLUK forces in mosques. SELIM I’s men killed these people, and they even threw Egyptians from minarets. How could we possibly immortalize the name of such a tyrant?” One using the pieces of papers in the kitchen noted that there were no objections to the name because of that notorious sultan foreign provenance so one maintained there should be no problem with naming streets and squares for foreign figures who served to humans to some extent and one called for a wider reassessment of street names and squares in Egypt, where chaos reigns and names run rampant. But for the researchers on Turkish affairs at the Al-AHRAM Center for Political and Strategic Studies, the decision is emblematic of the strained ties between the two countries so that one could have told oneself, “This decision cannot be separated from the situation of Egyptian-Turkish relations since 2013, after the Muslim Brotherhood was toppled and Abdel Fattah al-SISI took over. Turkey considered this change a military coup, and it still insists on this description. As a result, diplomatic representation between the two countries witnessed a setback, with the two countries withdrawing ambassadors and keeping the diplomatic ties at charges d 'AFFAIRES level. The economic relations also deteriorated between the two countries, and political tensions escalated. Egypt, for instance, recognized the Armenian genocide three years ago and objected to The New Ottoman’s military operation in Syria.” On noted, “SISI won the general elections after having run for a second term in the presidential elections scheduled in March, amid huge political debate about the electoral process. Meanwhile, The New Ottoman Caliph was also benefitting from this political climate, as the parliamentary and presidential elections have be held in 2018. Since he won, he would remain in power until 2023,” one admitted on the paper and yet knew that it couldn't be any kind of power sustainable. One understood that changing street names in Cairo was also linked to the conflict between areas of influence in the Middle East. Egypt has allied with Cyprus and Greece to capitalize on their energy resources since 2014 and to limit Turkey’s influence in the eastern Mediterranean basin and hamper its strategic, military and economic moves in disputed areas. Turkey joined forces with Omar el-BASHIR's Sudan to build a military base on SUAKIN Island to serve The New Ottoman Caliph’s expansionist goals and expand that notorious Caliph's military influence in the Red Sea. The Egyptian authorities have recently worked to tarnish the image of the old sultans who were widely popular in Egypt for being Muslim caliphs. The latest step to change the name of the street comes as an attempt to tarnish The New Ottoman’s image, according to the author namely one. One added to one's notes written down on that The New Ottoman was using its soft power to bolster its image and serve its regional and international expansion of influence. The New Ottoman Caliph/President-as Ottoman sultans have done-have entered every Egyptian house through a popular Turkish TV series. The series "ERTUGRUL" which glorifies Ottoman sultans, enjoys the highest viewership ratings in Egypt. One thought “Egypt also has soft power in The Middle East, but it is not exploited in the same way. Especially The New Ottoman Caliph/President has succeeded in exporting TV series dressed with the sauce of primitive IQ feces and religious and historical films that suit the Muslim world to cement The New Ottoman Caliph/president’s ideology of putting his poor-breadless, twitching in behaviors devoid as modern education-the leader of the Muslim world and appointing him as caliph for Muslims.The Author namely one has listened to the the vital importance announcement from the Radio Cairo in the study of one's new flat in Jerusalem. The program maker introducing the debut of the special cultural hour for the listeners who were assumed to be tuned to the Radio Cairo at that time: "Egypt has two-thirds of the world’s antiquities. Compared to Turkey, it has historical and intellectual heritage spanning more than 7,000 years. But Egypt is not using the soft power that could bolster its role.” Meanwhile a famous art critic TAREK AL-SHENAW told Al-Monitor, “Changing the names of streets will not bring anything new. People will always remember the initial name, unless the new one is powerful and closer to them. For instance, Queen NAZLI square, named after the mother of King Farouk, was changed to Ramses Square after the July 1952 revolution to eradicate the traces of the monarchy. The leadership of the revolution erected the great statue of King Ramses to cement a new mental image of the square.”What? Egypt! What Egypt while one tall in brown suit was speaking to oneself about the eternal capital city of Israel? One tried to raise one's head but one was not sleepy and sitting down before the clavier to carry on with writing The Novel-Jerusalem if not standing up still. One admitted that the uncle spider was shouting "Hey, boy, you better let every non-professional agents find every countries-including Egypt-of the mankind in Jerusalem!" One returned to him who has come back to the kitchen of the new flat of one's in Jerusalem one have run into the Israeli Girl Soldiers thereof in the street that could be seen from the windows of one's kitchen, and said "you have a voice I'd not been hearing before through your action, And yet you are sleeping now!"TO BE CONTINUED...
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FİNALE
JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE
By M. SOLZHENITSOF*
*The Author of "The English Farmer in Africa" and "The Great KOBANE"
"A volunteer of Liberal World helped The Mugabe's Slaves and Secular Kurds"
(CONTINUING FROM THE INTRODUCTION AND THE MAIN EPISODE ABOVE)
CHAPTER III
(Continuing from the previous pages also)
FINALE.....FINALE.....FINALE....
AFTER THE DEBUT OF FINALE...(2)
The admonitions of The Author namely one which neither would begin the formal conclusion of the letter nor moves from the advices of overt in those statements to promises of Goodness’ deliverance. One should remark "You are responsible to resist The Arch Satan viz. GAZAN Terror by remaining steadfast in your faith that would order to The Zionist to believe in The Love, but it is The Love who delivered you. One summarized The Zionist Love life in three steps: First, the Jerusalem of all grace would call the true believer to love for the sake of salvation. 'Call' here refers to The Jerusalem Lover’s effective work of creating faith and bringing brothers to themselves in a saving relationship. 'The Loved' who possessed all grace and gave all grace should call people to the crest of the highest holy mountain like eschatological 'glory', and yet, secondly, the call of Jerusalem to embracement and glory would also a call to suffer for 'a little while' Then The Author namely one should remind The Zionist Brother of of the facts Every Jew Should Know About Jerusalem: "The holy city of Jerusalem is a focal point in Judaism and the capital of ERETZ YISRAEL, the Land of Israel. Jews all over the world would face Jerusalem while praying. It was where the Holy Temples stood, and where Jews were required to visit three times a year during the pilgrimage festivals. It is also where many important events in Jewish history occurred. Here are 15 things every Jew should know about this extraordinary city. 1. Jerusalem is the Capital of the Jewish Nation Three times a day we pray that G d “return to Jerusalem, His city, with mercy.” As Judaism’s most important city, Jews have constantly yearned to return there and reunite. This city has captured the hopes and dreams of generations of Jews. Seized by King David in the Hebrew year 2892 (869 BCE), it was established as the eternal capital of the Jewish Nation. Although the city has been captured, recaptured and razed multiple times, it will always remain our source of Torah's given capital and vice versa. No matter under whose jurisdiction the city falls, or who may or may not accept this as fact. The reality remains unchanged. Learn Why Jews-Especially The Zionist-Love Jerusalem: Essentially "Learn Why Jews Love Jerusalem" 2. The Site of Three Holy Temples Jerusalem was the site of the First and Second Holy Temples and is the designated site of the Third Temple. Forty-three years after King David captured the city and purchased the land, the first Holy Temple-in all its splendor-was completed by King Solomon, King David's son. Tens of thousands of skilled craftsmen were commissioned for this extraordinary project and it took a full seven years for the construction to be completed. The Temple stood for 410 years until it was destroyed by Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. The Second Holy Temple was completed by Ezra, Nehemiah, and the returnees from the Babylonian exile in the year 3412 (349 BCE). It was renovated extensively in the Hebrew year 3742 (19 BCE) by King Herod. In the year 3829 (69 CE), it was destroyed once again, this time by the Romans. Of Herod’s Temple the Talmud states, “Whoever had not seen the Temple of Herod has not seen a beautiful building in his life.” “A little while” in 5:10 echoes the mention of believers experiencing “various trials” for “a little while” in the deepest lines. That context gives the reason The Love For Jerusalem would ordain that The Zionist should experience trials and yet not sufferings!For the longest holy time of the world The Zionist had been here on earth. The reason is to reveal the authenticity of their faith leading them to love Jerusalem, so their tested and approved faith may result in praise and glory to Love at the revelations made in and around Jerusalem. Finally, the author namely one emphasized that loving Jerusalem would complete the salvation of The Zionist ad hoc. it had been their works to carry with loving The Eternal City of Jerusalem! Then one should go on with reminding the other articles of the reader: "The third and final Temple is to be built with the coming of Moshiach. May he come speedily! Learn About the Holy Temple 3. Jerusalem Is the Most Beautiful City on Earth Walk the narrow, curving alleyways of the Old City or gaze upon the hallowed stones of the Western Wall; this city is not just physically breathtaking, but transcendental. Spirituality seeps from its walls. Perhaps due to this unique blend of spirituality and physical beauty the Talmud (Kiddushin 49b) considered this city to be the most beautiful of all: Ten measures of beauty were given to the world. Nine were taken by Jerusalem, and one was distributed all over earth. Learn 8 Classic Teachings About Jerusalem 4. Jerusalem Is the Holiest Place on Earth It is for good reason that Jerusalem is called the Holy City. Jerusalem was the singular place where the paradox of spirituality and physicality was actually manifest. In the innermost chamber of the first and second Temples, in the Holy of Holies, the Holy Ark did not take up any physical space. Although a physical object, the Ark was not restricted by the laws of physics. Space and non-space were as one. When throngs of Jews gathered in the Temple during the pilgrimage festivals and bowed during prayer, there was always enough room. More: The Temple Mount As Sacred Space 5. The Meaning of Jerusalem The name Jerusalem is a combination of two Hebrew words, yireh (will see) and shalem (peace, wholeness). At the time of the binding of Isaac—which took place in Jerusalem on what would later become the Temple Mount—after the angel tells Abraham not to sacrifice his son, The Torah continues: “And so Abraham named that place ‘G d will see,’ as it is said to this day, ‘On the mountain, G d will be seen.’” In Hebrew, “will see” translates as yireh. Beforehand, this city was known as Shalem (Salem). Together these two words make Yerushalayim or Jerusalem (in English). The Lubavitcher Rebbe points out that yireh shalem also has an alternate meaning: "complete awe." Upon entering this city, a greater and more palpable awe of G d is felt. It is a city where a state of complete ecstasy, being one with the divine, is more easily attainable. More: Who Named Jerusalem 6. The Kotel in Jerusalem The Kotel Hamaaravi or Western Wall (in English), is the only structure that has remained from the Temple Mount, surviving through the millennia. It dates from the period of the Second Temple and was built by Herod the Great. According to most opinions it is actually a retaining wall of the Temple Mount. During the Six Day War it was captured by the Israeli Defence Forces. In the aftermath of that war, Chabad set up its now famous tefillin stand at the wall, enabling hundreds of daily visitors to don tefillin. As the sole remanent of the Temple structure, the Kotel has become a sacred destination for prayer. Many have the custom of writing prayers and requests on slips of paper and place them in the cracks of this ancient wall. Learn Why the Kotel Is so Important The Only Synagogue to Survive Jordanian Occupation The Tzemach Tzedek Synagogue in the Old City of Jerusalem was established by followers of the third Chabad Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Lubavitch, in the year 1847 CE. Following the Israeli War of Independence, Jews were cut-off from accessing the Old City. After the Six Day War and subsequent liberation of the Old City, all its synagogues (save for one) had been destroyed. Only the Tzemach Tzedek Synagogue survived. In fact, the first prayer service held in the Old City after its liberation took place in this synagogue.
More: What Is a Synagogue? 8. Jerusalem Kugel Jerusalem kugel, because nothing is more Jewish than food! This dish, originating in the Holy City in the 19th century, has become widely popular. A mix of caramelized sugar, noodles and a good amount of pepper, it is the perfect accompaniment to a bowl of cholent on Shabbat day. A Great Jerusalem Kugel Recipe 9. The Largest Synagogue in the World
It might not come as a surprise that the largest synagogue in the world is located in Jerusalem. Completed in the year 2000 CE, it took fifteen years to build. Serving the Belz Chassidic community, the synagogue is located in the Kiryat Belz neighborhood. The impressive structure contains a main sanctuary with seating for up to 10,000 congregants, smaller sanctuaries for weekday prayer, banquet halls and other communal facilities. It is modeled after the synagogue built by the first Rebbe of Belz, Rabbi Shalom Rokeach, in the town of Belz, Ukraine, in the year 1843 CE. The main sanctuary also contains a holy ark which can hold up to 70 Torah scrolls, the largest ark in the world.
10. The Jerusalem Talmud Is Not From Jerusalem The Jerusalem Talmud was not actually penned in Jerusalem. After the destruction of the Second Temple, Rabbi Judah the Prince compiled the the Mishnah. The Talmud consists of the debates that took place in the study Halls by the post-Mishnaic rabbis, known as amora’im. The Babylonian Talmud includes the discussions by the rabbis of Babylon—where the majority of Jews resided. The Jerusalem Talmud includes the discussions that had taken place in Israel. During this period, no Jews lived in Jerusalem—it had been razed by the Romans at the time of the Temple’s destruction and Jews were subsequently barred from living there. Rather, they lived in the northern territory. A possible explanation for its name, the Jerusalem Talmud, was the fervent hope, that soon, they would indeed be studying in G d’s Holy City. More on the Two Talmuds 11. 150,000 Jews Are Buried on the Mount of Olives The Mount of Olives, situated in close proximity to the Temple Mount, is the largest (and possibly most ancient) of Jewish cemeteries. Many Jews throughout the world seek burial there, partly due to the tradition that at the time of Moshiach’s arrival, this is where the resurrection of the dead will begin. Plots in this coveted cemetery can run into the tens of thousands of dollars.
More on Why Jews Fly Their Dead to Be Buried in Israel 12. (Almost) All Buildings Are Made With Jerusalem Stone The unique look of this city is thanks to a British Civil Servant, Sir William McLean, and a Governor of British Mandate Palestine by the name of Sir Ronald Storrs. The British mandated that all buildings be faced with Jerusalem stone. Although Jerusalemites had been using this stone for thousands of years, this was the first time it was established as law. In fact, today, some of the only buildings in Jerusalem that are not built from Jerusalem stone are two replicas of Chabad-Lubavitch World Headquarters, 770 Eastern Parkway. One replica was built in the Ramat Shlomo neighborhood of Jerusalem and the other in Pisgat Ze’ev. 13. The Old vs the New Jerusalem today is comprised of a city within a city. The Old City of Jerusalem is a walled section within a modern-day city, of just under a square kilometer (a 0.39 square mile). It contains four sections: The Jewish Quarter, Armenian Quarter, Christian Quarter and Muslim Quarter. During the city’s occupation by the Jordanians after the Israeli War of Independence, the Jewish Quarter was destroyed. After it was recaptured in 1967, it was rebuilt and resettled. The Old City contains many historical sites, including the Western Wall and the Temple Mount. Surrounding the Old City is the Municipal area of Jerusalem, which is about 252 square miles in size and has a population of approximately 1.25 million. 14. Jerusalem Unites All Jews On 16 Adar, 5747 (March 17, 1987), the Lubavitcher Rebbe spoke about the uniqueness of this city. On that same Hebrew date in the year 335 BCE, the Jews who had returned from Babylonia started to rebuild Jerusalem's walls. The Rebbe pointed out that Jerusalem unites all Jews, as the verse (Psalms 122:3) states, “the city in which all are joined together.” Similarly, the Talmud teaches that when the Jews would gather in Jerusalem for the festivals, upon entering the city’s walls they would become united as one—a single entity. Watch the Rebbe's Talk15. The Six Gates to the Old City The walls of this city were destroyed and rebuilt numerous times throughout history. Today’s walls were built by the Ottomans in the 16th century, on the remains of the ancient walls. Six gates were built into these walls, with others added later. The Jaffa Gate, a main thoroughfare into the the Old City, is located on the western side of the Old City next to the Tower of David. The gate leading into the Jewish Quarter is called the Zion Gate and was one of the main entrances used by the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) to recapture the city during the Six Day War. The Golden Gate (Gate of Mercy) is located close to the Temple Mount and Mount of Olives. According to Jewish tradition, the Messiah will enter Jerusalem through this gate. In order to prevent this, the Muslims sealed the gate during the rule of Suleiman." He-whose name would make the temple of temples having to be remarked by that intensive pronoun Suleiman who “himself” accentuates this, but the repetition of the several verbs at the end of the lines written in the Torah should have leaved no doubt that The Suleiman Temple ought to be accepted as The Love’s work. Moreover according to the words in Torah The Jew’s work of loving Jerusalem must have involved equipping, strengthening, and enabling believers to persevere in the faith based on peace-Shalom and establishing them unshakeable in the Love induced inheritance of The First Zionist.
TO BE CONTINUED...
As an aside one remeberd that the 25th hour should have elapsed after one's arrival at one's new place in Jerusalem, and one would like to remind the reader of the colors-if not events-the first hour therein has been spent: ‘Girl soldier, come into us for a moment,’ said one with a semi-official smile of the authors, and Girl Soldier went, not without looking back at the terror teams around, behind one into a patisserie. The waitress there shut the door of the cake smelling hall and opened the window wide. In spite of the cold dews of the dawns of the Month of December, the fresh air was thoroughly hued brown with the relative warmth. It was already the end of December 2017. The Israeli girl soldier smiled towards the winter sky of Jerusalem and several people stepped out of their shadowy places and looked around for their lost happiness, astonished that sister soldier had been forgotten their spirit in her smile. ‘Where is the thing-apart from the gloomy winter sky-to inspire our old soul sought before thousand and thousand years apt to be seen as getting older excessively by the King Solomon of The temple?’ asked the middle one of the crowd grumpily to the children-playing in safety-around the Israeli girl warrior. However, the girl warrior laid her finger to her lips and then quickly and silently indicated to the crowd that they could come into the anthropologically dug trenches that could be carrying the spirit over historical smells to . So they too came and stood around her, their hands in the pockets of their somewhat worn jackets, in the street, which was already quite bright sought by the girl soldier. Then a lot of doors opening to the lane happened to seem ajar, and the father of the girl warrior appeared in his uniform-for he wasn't retired from army, with his rifle pending over his right shoulder and his bag of first aid-to be used especially in the case of wounded eyes which could be perpetually at the target of Muslim radical militants from Istanbul on the other. Then the girl, her father and other timid Jews came together, all were a little tear stained. Now and then the father pressed his face onto his daughter’s arm, and shouted at the shadows of the probable terrorists having oozed into the streets of Jerusalem ‘Get out of our Hebrew ancestors 5777 years old capital city immediately,’ And the girl warrior made a gesture of pulling open a door open, without letting go of the coward radical Islamist persons from Istanbul. ‘What do you mean with that gesture?’ asked the-before mentioned-middle person, somewhat dismayed and with grinning. The other people kept their hands behind them and constantly rubbed them against each other, as if in joyful anticipation of a great anti-Islamic terror operation which must end up in their favor. ‘I mean exactly what I say,’ replied the girl soldier and went directly with a group of innocent or rather pacifist citizens alongside two other soldier companions up to the suspicious corners in shadow and quiet. The latter-it is not easy to differ the first from this one-at first stood there motionless and looked at the end of the street wherein another road crossed it. Eventually everything seemed in a promising way as if matters were arranging themselves in a new style in her and her father's head. ‘All right, then we’ll go,’ replied a coward Muslim-male of course- militant from Istanbul and looked up at the girl soldier's father as if, suddenly overcome by humility, he was asking fresh permission for this decision. And yet the girl merely nodded to him repeatedly with an immediate fury... Following that, the terror agent actually went solely with long strides into the mid of the road trying-apparently-to hinder the natural flow of traffic at that time of the week day. His horror planning friends had already been listening for a while with their hands quite still, and now they hopped smartly after him, as if afraid that the father of girl soldier could step into that place ahead of them and disturb their reunion with their leader chosen by the dictator himself of their terror backing, fake modern republic. In the street to be preserved within its neutral peace or rather historic shalom all the citizens within the vicinity took their hats from somewhere like a mobile coat rack, but couldn't pull their canes from the cane holder for mobile wouldn't be apt to hold more places for them, and yet bowed silently, and left not the street. (....Breaking News.......Breaking News ...........Breaking News.....Three Turkish citizens detained by Israel in Jerusalem to stand trial Three Turkish citizens, detained by Israeli police on Dec. 22, will appear in court on Dec. 23, a lawyer told state-run Anadolu Agency....) In what turned out to be an entirely groundless mistrust, our Israeli girl soldier's father stepped with that mademoiselle warrior out onto some stair steps linked to a platform in the form of landing, leaned against something as if it were a railing, and looked down as the three TURCO-Islamic terrorists slowly but steadily made their way down the long, sliding pavement, disappeared on each obstacle seeming like new step or rather a step following the other say in a certain turn of the stairwell and in a few seconds came out again so that he deeper they proceeded, the more the girl soldier and his father lost interest in them, and when a street vendor with a tray on his head come to meet them and then with a proud bearing ascended the higher portions of the pavement above them, Mr. Daddy together with his warrior daughter, imitated having left something like a banister, and they all returned, as if relieved, back into the first point they have been standing thereunto they decided to pass that day resting and going for a stroll. Not only they would have decide to gain any break from work, but there was no question that they had really needed must have got. And so they have managed to find two stools to sit down at-using the composition of that apparatus induced little things the girl soldier used her knee as a table and wrote three reports of apology in the name of those three terrorist for their crime against the mankind: To the commander or rather to her supervisor, to a certain newbie under her command in her squat, and to her fiancée. During the she warrior's writing one came near to say that one was going off, for one's morning work was finished or rather was to be given start in another place. The three people whose malicious intention was apparently not to be writing any report but to rapport the innocent Israeli girls like the sister soldiers who had been seen as having written whereby one at first merely nodded, without glancing up. Only when the one was still willing to depart, did they look up angrily. ‘Well?’ asked another father and brother of another sister warrior. The stood smiling in the doorway of a peaceful Israelite's home, as if one had a great stroke of luck to report to the family of The Literature Network but would only do it if one was asked directly. The almost upright small KIPPA on at nearly the back of one's head which had irritated the three radical militants from Istanbul during their entire horror designing act, swayed lightly in all directions. ‘All right then, what do you really want?’ asked the Israelite owner of the home, who used as every citizens of Israel to show everybody the same respect from the cleaning lady to the nurse visiting the patients that were given bed rest because of the seasonal sufferings LA GRIPPE and usually respected the strangers like one much more indeed. ‘Well,’ answered one-smiling so happily one couldn’t go on speaking right away-, ‘about how that rubbish from the next horrific wave of non-innocent protestation waves should be thrown out, you must worry too about it. It’s all taken care of.’ Mrs. Warrior and both her daddy and brother bent down a paper she hold in her hand, as though it was the report written down by the other sister soldier and they were to read all writings related to all of the lady warriors of Israel inasmuch as one, who noticed that the lady Israeli workers from the soldiers to the cleaning women who would be observed-to start describing everything in detail whereas-even if every observation should be rendered- they would be decisively prevented by the ladies in charge of security with an outstretched hand, and yet since they were not allowed to explain what those respectable ladies should have remembered-in a great hurry they might be in-and called out, clearly prevented especially Hamas terror, turning towards the observer ‘TI-TA-TI, everyone,’ looking around furiously and left the place near to the patrol they had have to belong with a fearful gesture slamming door opened without permission. ‘This evening they’ll be let go,’ said two fathers, but they got no answer from either the crowd in the street or from their soldier daughters, because they seemed to have upset once again over the fragile tranquillity-attacked by TURCO-Islamic terrorists from Istanbul-they had just attained. They got up, went towards some of the shop windows and remained there, with their arms about each other. One salted them turned around in one's head in their direction and observed them quietly for a while. Then both twos-the fathers of the sister soldiers called out, ‘All right, come here then. Let’s finally get rid of new Islamic terrorists from Istanbul. And have a little consideration The Peace in Israel.’ The girls and the crowd-including one-in the street attended them at once. They rushed to the fathers of the two sister soldiers, caressed them, and quickly ended their announcements over positive feelings. Then all three-the Islamic terror agents from Istanbul left the neighbourhood wherein the street would stretch between the horizons of happiness and hope together. The capital city of Ancient Hebrews and modern Jews would do it forever.viz. would impose hope and happiness upon the mankind in Jerusalem. Yes it should be something like Shalom in the capital city since they had not done for millenniums in the present time and the past and took the non-high speed train into the open air outside the city to the ulterior station-Shalom. The spiritual vehicle in which antic Hebrews were sitting by themselves was totally engulfed by the peace through warm war. They talked to each other if they would not attend the three times prayers in the temple covered by the concrete shadow of AQSA Mosque, tending to be buried by its own soil...Then what about the future prospects of constructing Shalom in Jerusalem? President Trump must have discovered that on closer observation these were not all good for humanity: Shalom and Jerusalem, for all two had covered peaceful people from Russia to America, about which they had not really questioned each other at all! The scene there-if life is not a high tech induced theatre-was extremely favourable and with especially promising prospects from the point of peace viz. shalom, Jerusalem viz. the oldest capital of Israel, and the mankind viz. the anti-terrorist existence that should be being fed by all religions. The greatest improvement of the people's interaction in the situation-as told here-at this moment, of course, had to come from the changes of dwelling, knowing each other….etcetera, etcetera!