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Von einer der Briefbomben verletzt wurde Silvana Meixner. Sie wirkte mit am Aufbau der Minderheitenredaktion des ORF (Österreichischer Rundfunk) und präsentiert die Sendereihe "Heimat Fremde Heimat".
Hier moderiert Silvana Meixner den Beitrag vom 8. 5. 2016:
"Heimat Fremde Heimat: Die Neue Rechte in Österreich" (youtube)
("Sie (die Rechten) haben eine Ideologie der Ungleichheit und der damit verbundenen Ungleichwertigkeit"
"Da sollte man nicht wegschauen, weil Wegschauen macht Probleme immer nur größer")
Franz Fuchs committed series of attacks with letter bombs between 1993 and 1996. It was racist motivated. My boss at that time was a Hungarian immigrant, so we were potential victims and we were aware of that. No such letter was sent to us and so our hands remained unharmed. But 4 people died and 15 were injured - permanent injuries, some very heavily injured, one lost both hands.
Zur Zeit der rassistisch motivierten Anschlagsserien des Franz Fuchs ( = BBA Bajuwarische Befreiungsarmee) war ich an einem Theater engagiert, dessen Direktor ein ungarischer Immigrant war, also ins Opferschema des Franz Fuchs paßte. Neben meinen Hauptaufgaben Regieassistenz, Licht und Ton, Inspizienz, Requisiten etc., mußte ich auch immer wieder im Büro aushelfen, hatte also auch mit der Korrespondenz zu tun. Wir erhielten keine Briefbombe, die Hände des Direktors, des Sekretärs und auch meine blieben unverletzt, Durch die Briefbomben wurden zum Teil nicht die Adressaten selber, sondern deren Mitarbeiter, zu deren Aufgabenbereich das Öffnen der Briefe gehört, verletzt - so zum Beispiel beim Brief an eine meiner Studienkolleginnen: Arabella Kiesbauer (dunkelhäutig, da ihr Vater Ghanaer ist): ihre Assistentin wurde verletzt als sie ihre Arbeit verrichtete und den Brief öffnete. Einige Briefe konnten auch abgefangen werden, so etwa der an Angela Resetarits, der Mutter von Lukas Resetarits und Willy Resetarits (Professor Kurt Ostbahn) adressierte. Insgesamt 4 Tote, 15 Verletzte, schwere Verletzungen, bleibende Verletzungen, einer verlor beide Hände.
Mein Mitgefühl gilt den Opfern, meine Dankbarkeit den Aufklärern der Tat, meine Hochachtung all jenen, die sich aktiv gegen Rassismus wenden, die sich aktiv gegen Intoleranz und Ignoranz, also gegen Anschauungen wie "some things and people count, most don`t" wenden.
Photo 30 September 2016:: rechte Hand Handrücken, Abdrücke: rechte und linke Handfläche blau - die Verwendung von Blau ist hier nicht politisch konnotiert!!!! - rechter und linker Handrücken gelb Nagellack orange, grün - kein Rot
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Willy Resetarits (Prof. Kurt Ostbahn) und seine Mutter singen gemeinsam am Heldenplatz ein kroatisches Lied "Lipo ti je čuti" (1995 / youtube)
Franz Fuchs committed series of attacks with letter bombs between 1993 and 1996. It was racist motivated. My boss at that time was a Hungarian immigrant, so we were potential victims and we were aware of that. No such letter was sent to us and so our hands remained unharmed. But 4 people died and 15 were injured - permanent injuries, some very heavily injured, one lost both hands.
Zur Zeit der rassistisch motivierten Anschlagsserien des Franz Fuchs ( = BBA Bajuwarische Befreiungsarmee) war ich an einem Theater engagiert, dessen Direktor ein ungarischer Immigrant war, also ins Opferschema des Franz Fuchs paßte. Neben meinen Hauptaufgaben Regieassistenz, Licht und Ton, Inspizienz, Requisiten etc., mußte ich auch immer wieder im Büro aushelfen, hatte also auch mit der Korrespondenz zu tun. Wir erhielten keine Briefbombe, die Hände des Direktors, des Sekretärs und auch meine blieben unverletzt, Durch die Briefbomben wurden zum Teil nicht die Adressaten selber, sondern deren Mitarbeiter, zu deren Aufgabenbereich das Öffnen der Briefe gehört, verletzt - so zum Beispiel beim Brief an eine meiner Studienkolleginnen: Arabella Kiesbauer (dunkelhäutig, da ihr Vater Ghanaer ist): ihre Assistentin wurde verletzt als sie ihre Arbeit verrichtete und den Brief öffnete. Einige Briefe konnten auch abgefangen werden, so etwa der an Angela Resetarits, der Mutter von Willy Resetarits (Professor Kurt Ostbahn) adressierte. Daher auch der Musiklink oben. Insgesamt 4 Tote, 15 Verletzte, schwere Verletzungen, bleibende Verletzungen, einer verlor beide Hände.
Mein Mitgefühl gilt den Opfern, meine Dankbarkeit den Aufklärern der Tat, meine Hochachtung all jenen, die sich aktiv gegen Rassismus wenden, die sich aktiv gegen Intoleranz und Ignoranz, also gegen Anschauungen wie "some things and people count, most don`t" wenden.
Photo 30 September 2016:: Linke Hand Handfläche, Abdrücke: rechte und linke Handfläche - die Verwendung von Blau ist hier nicht politisch konnotiert!!!!
Part of "res noscenda note notiz sketch skizze material sammlung collection entwurf überlegung gedanke brainstorming musterbogen schnittmuster zwischenbilanz bestandsaufnahme rückschau vorschau" // Esoterik Entlarvung Handlesen
Lukas Resetarits (Bruder von Professor Kurt Ostbahn Willy Resetarits) "Tschusch Tschusch"
(Kabarett-Nummer über das Phänomen der Ausländerfeindlichkeit von Ausländern - das man z.B.: auch findet bei Ausländern, die FPÖ wählen, oder bei jenen Juden die anfangs für Hitler waren, weil sie glaubten, sie seien ja nicht gemeint, sondern nur die "anderen Juden", die Ostjuden, die Orthodoxen.... / youtube)
Franz Fuchs committed series of attacks with letter bombs between 1993 and 1996. It was racist motivated. My boss at that time was a Hungarian immigrant, so we were potential victims and we were aware of that. No such letter was sent to us and so our hands remained unharmed. But 4 people died and 15 were injured - permanent injuries, some very heavily injured, one lost both hands.
Zur Zeit der rassistisch motivierten Anschlagsserien des Franz Fuchs ( = BBA Bajuwarische Befreiungsarmee) war ich an einem Theater engagiert, dessen Direktor ein ungarischer Immigrant war, also ins Opferschema des Franz Fuchs paßte. Neben meinen Hauptaufgaben Regieassistenz, Licht und Ton, Inspizienz, Requisiten etc., musste ich auch immer wieder im Büro aushelfen, hatte also auch mit der Korrespondenz zu tun. Wir erhielten keine Briefbombe, die Hände des Direktors, des Sekretärs und auch meine blieben unverletzt, Durch die Briefbomben wurden zum Teil nicht die Adressaten selber, sondern deren Mitarbeiter, zu deren Aufgabenbereich das Öffnen der Briefe gehört, verletzt - so zum Beispiel beim Brief an eine meiner Studienkolleginnen: Arabella Kiesbauer (dunkelhäutig, da ihr Vater Ghanaer ist): ihre Assistentin wurde verletzt als sie ihre Arbeit verrichtete und den Brief öffnete. Einige Briefe konnten auch abgefangen werden, so etwa der an Angela Resetarits, der Mutter von Kabarettist Lukas Resetarits und Willy Resetarits (Professor Kurt Ostbahn) adressierte. Daher auch der Musiklink oben. Insgesamt 4 Tote, 15 Verletzte, schwere Verletzungen, bleibende Verletzungen, einer verlor beide Hände.
Mein Mitgefühl gilt den Opfern, meine Dankbarkeit den Aufklärern der Tat, meine Hochachtung all jenen, die sich aktiv gegen Rassismus wenden, die sich aktiv gegen Intoleranz und Ignoranz, also gegen Anschauungen wie "some things and people count, most don`t" wenden.
Photo 30 September 2016:: Linke Hand Handrücken, Abdrücke: rechte und linke Handfläche, linker Handrücken - die Verwendung von Blau ist hier nicht politisch konnotiert!!!!
Part of "res noscenda note notiz sketch skizze material sammlung collection entwurf überlegung gedanke brainstorming musterbogen schnittmuster zwischenbilanz bestandsaufnahme rückschau vorschau" // Esoterik Entlarvung Handlesen // color blue + yellow = green Farbe Blau + Gelb = Grün
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Nun at Shwemawdaw pagoda in Bago. Many palmists offered their services here, in the beautifully built and landscaped area surrounding the ancient pagoda. Not sure why it is so popular here, perhaps the pagoda from the 10th century is an especially auspicious place, or the practitioners here are particularly famous for what we might call life-coaching services?
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Palmistry invokes a sense of curiosity, mystic, fear, and thrill within all. Highly prevalent and in vogue throughout the world, this practice has roots that can be traced to the great ancient country, that is India.
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- I'm not a believer, but here are some principles:
Chiromancy (palmistry, palm reading) consists of the practice of evaluating a person's character or future life by "reading" the palm of that person's hand. Various "lines" ("heart line", "life line", etc.) and "mounts" (or bumps) (chirognomy) purportedly suggest interpretations by their relative sizes, qualities, and intersections.
It is custom to assume that the left hand shows potential in an individual, and the right shows realized personality. Some sayings about the significance include "The future is shown in the right, the past in the left"; "The left hand is the one we are born with, and the right is what we have made of it".
- Ik geloof er niet in, maar hier zijn de principes:
Handlijnkunde (of chiromantie, van het Griekse cheir, "hand" en manteia, "het voorspellen") is een vorm van waarzeggerij waarbij getracht wordt iemands toekomst en karaktereigenschappen af te leiden uit de lijnen en andere kenmerken van zijn hand. Het handlezen komt overal ter wereld voor, in talloze variaties. In academische literatuur wordt handlijnkunde beschouwd als een pseudowetenschap.
Door de meeste beoefenaars wordt aangenomen dat de linkerhand het potentieel aangeeft en de rechterhand hoe dit in het leven wordt gerealiseerd. Ook wordt vaak aangenomen dat de handlijnen in de loop van het leven kunnen wijzigen na een of andere persoonlijke gebeurtenis.
searching the palms for answers—
with laughter and lightness.
fate is no longer a distant question,
but something quietly unfolding...
Toyosu, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
Why not peek into your future?
This Blythe doll is Zyanya Remembers, posing for the theme “Hands” in the Blythe a Day group on Flickr. (I’m simplifying most of the themes this month since many of them are song titles in Italian!) I usually dress her in her black stock outfit when she is telling fortunes, but this time I went in a different direction with this floral gown from Filledereve on Etsy. I think it works! The crystal ball is from Amazon.
searching the palms for answers—
with laughter and lightness.
fate is no longer a distant question,
but something quietly unfolding...
Toyosu, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
The young man asks about fate, searching the lines of his palm—
unaware that destiny might just already be waiting,
around the corner in the city’s quiet glow...
Shibuya, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
searching the palms for answers—
with laughter and lightness.
fate is no longer a distant question,
but something quietly unfolding,
in the warmth of another’s hands.
Toyosu, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
Mom said I will read my future in the palm. The lines told me that I will be a player! Forever playing!! Hoorah!!
Okay may be some breaks for food and sleep! :o)
Happy playful Thursday!
This is candid taken on Greek Day at Broadway.
I love taking a photo and then trying to write a story that loosely fits the picture.
And so it was (not really) that I was wandering around the vast array of displays and attractions at the Smallwood Vintage Rally with a friend. We’ll call him Mike, for reasons of anonymity, not that he has actually done anything wrong deserving such secrecy as far as I’m aware. I could have called him Duncan but Duncan was a five inch slug I met on the kitchen floor at 1.30am this morning when my wife woke me up to let Darcy outside for a wee. I didn’t know he was called Duncan, so I got some kitchen wipe and hurled him as far as I could out of the back door. On going back to bed I told my wife about the slug meeting and how I turfed him out of the house. “WHAAAAT!!!!” That’s Duncan. he lives under the fridge!" and she told me she goes down most nights and feeds him crumbs! She had actually Googled “Do slugs have feelings?” (they do it seems) and she was deeply upset (really) that I had ‘hurled him out the back door’ and I had to admit I wasn’t that cruel….I had lowered him into the plants on the rockery nearby (course I did). But nonetheless the thought that Duncan was outside in the cold horrified my wife, even though Duncan thought being under the fridge was a cool place to make his home.
Anyhow….back to my mate Mike, we were wandering, eyes, swivelling this way and that in the target rich environment of a colourful crowd, when my eyes looked up and spotted these two lovelies surveying the scene and no doubt looking for victims. Juicy Jacinda and Beryl Bobstop: palm reading and tarot cards. get your fortune told the signs at the bottom of the wooden steps said. I was only teasing when I nudged Mike’s elbow, “Well?” He looked back at me, and then across at the women stood outside their ornate wooden gypsy caravans. “Which one do you reckon?” he said. Well, I considered, the nearer one blue/purple cropped hair. “Hmmmmm. Nope. Could be dangerous,” I sensed. But the other one, Juicy Jacinda was already watching us through the corner of her eye. It made Mike’s mind up….or perhaps he was already under her gypsy spell because he tugged at my wrist, “C’mon!”
Jacinda turned and disappeared into the caravan the moment she saw us move in the crowd, and I followed Mike up the steps. It was darker inside, just a single oil lamp throwing out some yellow light from where it sat in the middle of the table. We nervously (well, I was) made ourselves comfortable around the table upon which Jacinda rested her large bosom in the woolly jumper. No way was I going to do a session with her. All sorts of things I couldn't cope with might be revealed! With the outer door closed we found when she spoke she didn’t have a witchy, cackly voice but spoke in a seductively calming tone that further unnerved me. I’m not into that sort of stuff…magic…reaching the other side…. it’s a joke, surely?! But Mike, a more emotional sort of guy, but with no fear, seemed to know what to do, resting his arm on the table hand outstretched towards Jacinda, palm open and uppermost as if he were about to give blood. She was looking at him, intently, straight into his eyes. Inside I couldn’t help giggling, it seeming such a phoney act. Quite suddenly he said, “ Jacinda, I want you to reach out (urgh) to my best friend. Can you do that? I’m really missing her“ She looked at him, “ OK we can try. That will be £ 50.00 for trying and £ 50 extra if I succeed!” Now I looked at him thinking what a con! I swear he had never indicated he had such a loved friend before, but he was a kinda deep guy. Anyway he was about to be robbed and I couldn’t wait to see the action! My eyes were all over the place looking for secret cameras, and listening carefully to Jacinda’s chatter as she tried to get Mike to reveal information she could use to persuade Mike she was in contact with his best friend he apparently had not seen for so long
From a recessed holder under the table Jacinda withdrew a card reader and held it out to Mike. Seconds later it had beeped under his payment card and we were good to go. Jacinda took his hand in hers as she closed her eyes and lifted her face up to the skylight in the roof of the caravan. She inhaled deeply (as if that would do any good haha), and swayed a little in her chair. A quizzical expression washed over her face, now the only sound an old cuckoo clock ticking away amongst the old china crockery hanging in a rack in the side of the caravan. We waited, and waited as Jacinda turned things over in her mind, clearly struggling with an unclear image. Eventually her lips parted, and she said, “I see………….I see….goats!”
“Goats?” said Mike. “Goats? Yes I suppose you are on the right trail. She’s a bit of an old goat!”
“Who? Your friend??”
“Yes! Can I talk to her? Can we get in touch?
I was watching Jacinda carefully and something, like a scudding cloud, definitely crossed her face, as if she wasn’t happy about the challenge. And she started to waft her hands in front of her face as if trying to brush something aside. “Bloody flags” she muttered, “Red flags, they’re everywhere….can’t see too clearly”, she complained.
She took a deep breath and gathered herself up, once more looking upwards and softly closed her eyes. And she said, “OK, together we have to call out to your friend. All join hands” and we did. And closed our eyes. “And now with me say, Faaark” And we did calling out together, time and again, boldly and strongly” Faaark, FAAARK, FAAARK, FAAARK!!!” I found it pretty hilarious but managed to keep a straight face, lest Jacinda might put a curse on me if I treated it as a joke. But the faaarking noise we made rose to a crescendo, louder and louder.
And then the whole caravan jolted and swayed on its cart springs. And there was a commotion of some sort outside, the sound of wood banging on wood. tapping, and banging on the woodwork outside. Mike (other Mike) was closest to the caravan door and reached behind him to grab the handle and warily push it open to see what the interruption was. The door was pushed further and further open, but no words were spoken. He looked surprised, and then his jaw dropped in amazement. I couldn’t see what he was seeing but I saw tears start to stream down his face, tears of joy. “You did contact her” he sobbed to the gypsy woman, “You did. I know!”. Baffled, I leaned across to see what was outside. Stood before him was a large shaggy goat outside the door, grinning stupidly at him. Inexplicably the goat, yes, the goat was dressed in a penguin costume with Union jack flag bunting adorning his horns. It was crazy and no wonder there was a crowd gathered around the front of the gypsy caravan, phones held aloft to record the strange sight. Sod the dancing JCBs. No one was interested in that! It was all so bizarre. Jacinda came to the door, positively beaming I noticed. Probably was amazed to get a result herself , I thought. But she was scanning the crowd again like when she first caught our attention. I followed her gaze and that’s how I noticed a slim, blonde woman with a ponytail slip out from the commotion and disappear round the side of the trailer with the Caribbean steel drum band on it. Did she have some connection to the crazy goat? How mysterious.
The young man asks about fate, searching the lines of his palm—
unaware that destiny might just already be waiting,
around the corner in the city’s quiet glow...
Shibuya, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
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No# 1 wife and the nuns interacting
with Mr Rocky. if I'm not there then
this activity just won't happen ;-0
Why you ask ?
No# 1 has reported several times if she's
there and I'm not Rocky gives her the
cold shoulder and walks away mad.
Of course Yo-Yo his jailbait girlfriend
is quite different always wanting
no# 1's full attention. Right now
the sliding gate on the porch
is closed keeping her out.
Little Stubby who owns this porch
is at the gate growling at Yo-Yo.
Yo-Yo of course thinks this is
big fun and wants to play.
This stuff never ends.
Today is Thursday the 29th and
we are both still burned-out ;-0
3:AM it was monsooning with
thunder and lots of lightning.
At daybreak it was still the same same.
So an executive decision was made.
We stay home today, maybe a run
to the mud cobra field tomorrow.
If I'm up to it a small amount of
motorcycle maintenance will
happen sometime today ;-)
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Jon&Crew.
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Tucked away in the heart of San Juan Capistrano, this fortune teller’s shop adds a touch of mystique to the historic charm of the town. With its colourful signage, eclectic decor and inviting aura, it feels like a snapshot from another time. Whether you’re a believer or just passing by, it’s hard not to be intrigued by the promise of tarot, palm readings, and whispered futures beneath its roof.
In the restless flow of night Shibuya, the palm reader and a stranger pause.
For a moment, the world slows, and the "future" magically feels close...
Shibuya, Tokyo. 2025.
Fujifilm X100VI
my life is in the palm of your hand Lord.
I want to dedicate this one to a long list of people right now. So many people are at the crossroad of life, faced with the dilemma of deciding which way to turn, which route to take. etc. So many of my friends. My heart goes out to them, mainly because I can completely understand. I too am faced with such a dilemma. Not my idea of fun.
I could go on to list all those names. But I shant. Because there are two people in my life who I just have to mention.
This photo was made and taken especially with my dearest sister Daisy and her newly wedded husband, my new-brother-in-law Allan, in mind. Faced with such trials and tribulations right now. I give you this image and these words with all my heart, with my prayers and encouragement. In Jesus's love and mine..
Family matters the most.
