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How can I get that in the business news of ARD, ZDF, BR, etc. displayed at least 1 per quarter, the development of the so-called income gap with good graphics?

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Two obvious questions

first The notion that food is made with biofuel to petrol. But - have not been paid grants for the shutting down of agricultural land? If these areas are activated, so nothing is lost. But once we have paid anyway for the removal of butter mountains and milk lakes ...

second What was that again? Oh yes! Were perhaps the good old times, were as train drivers and postmen officials? This constant Tug of war - if the course is no longer frozen, then the GDL due to drowsy in bed and nothing is going - that one can go pretty on the cookie.

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Jessica - a fatality / / / Part 14

I wanted to write the scene that ends this episode even more. But Sunday was because it is packed full with other activities - so we remain at the end sit where we sit just.

As usual, here the link orgy in advance: [ Part 1 ] / / / [ Part 2 ] / / / [ Part 3 ] / / / [ Part 4 ] / / / [ Part 5 ] / / / [ Part 6 ] / / / [ Part 7 ] / / / [ Part 8 ] / / / [ Part 9 ] / / / [Part 10 ] / / / [Part 11 ] / / / [Part 12 ] / / / [Part 13 ]

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The voice was so unearthly as the darkness from which it came. "You have to give her life."

John was not joking after feel to the atmosphere was oppressive, too great a concern for Jessica. Otherwise he would have something like "if I must, then I go to the bathroom," replied. But such awards were in another world, in another life. In another time perhaps. Instead, he asked: "Who's there"

I'm Nitzrek. You have to save them. "

" But I do not know how. "

" How could you bring them into this situation, Did you know And now you're at the end of your abilities? Tried "

John to recognize the shape, spoke to him. It was too dark to see more than a something, a being, a large, deep black shadow, blacker than the darkness. No face no contours.

I'm Nitzrek "

He replied." I know. And you do not want to lose Jessica. You can help her, I did not want to "John

see this being in the eye, Jessica him in her arms -. Lay - if Nitzrek had arms. He took Jessica in his arms, took a step toward the shadowy figure. Perhaps it was even darker than the figure would go from a negative light. In John normal world the light always drove the darkness, here they put out any glimmer of contrast. Another step in the same direction, John, saw nothing, could make no more contours stood aimlessly in a black void. The voice he heard might arise in his head or penetrate his ears, it was unreal and far away yet so near, when the little spoke directly into his ear.

"No man sees my face and lives," said Nitzrek.

John felt Jessica trembled in his arms as if she had hit an electric shock. Same time, touched him gently on the forehead, cold, icy cold and wet it felt. All strength left his muscles, his knees buckled and he fell, Jessica in his arms on the grass. Before silence lay over him, he could hear how incredibly far away from the call. "I need her," the voice seemed to shout, "where it is" - but its meaning left him even before he knew whether he had actually heard something.

When John came to, was the clearing in the evening sunshine, twittering in the branches of a few birds. The air was still warm. Jessica lay half on his body, her head resting on his chest. Her skin was cool, too cool to ambient temperature. He took her face gently in both hands and said in a broken voice, "Jessica. Wake up. It's over. "

you did not respond.

From a distance, said John, to hear an engine, a motorcycle, it might be. The noise sounded far away.

"Jessica, please wake up."

John Embedded Jessikas head carefully on her good arm and stood up. I must get help. I need someone to help her. Helps me. But who?

lay beside his car with the corpse of the gaping wound in the neck, the second attacker was no longer visible. Whether the man was dead, could not tell John, he had only had eyes for Jesse in the moments before the darkness had fallen from the sky. How long ago? He had taken off his watch before he went into the water. John went to the blankets over and looked at the clock face. Three hours had passed, that they had arrived. He forgot that he wanted to get his phone to dial the emergency number, his thinking was blocked. He stared into the distance, then he took one of the ceiling, fell to Jessika and spread the fabric over her body. He knelt down beside her and tried to see if she was still breathing. The lips were half open, whether the lungs were still weak or still worked, he could not find. John pressed his mouth on her, holding their nose and blew his breath into it. His fingers searched for the pulse on her chin. Weak, very weak, he said, to feel him, only briefly and very slow. Again he blew air into her lungs.

The engine noise became increasingly louder. John thought of the leather clothing of the two attackers and looked around for the knife he had dropped. It was three steps away in the grass.

comes some help? Not at all! I've notified anyone. The big man comes back with reinforcements to avenge his dead friend. I need someone ... I ... I need someone of their kind Alesia.

John got up and took the dagger. The motorcycle was approaching. He wondered if he should pick up somewhat, but he would have to move too far away from Jessica. I will defend you until the last breath, even if you die. At least, I owe you. John stared at the forest edge.

seconds later a heavy machine broke through the undergrowth. The driver wore a helmet with dark visor, behind him a slight figure sat on the seat for a moment John thought to have the giant predators to go, but then he saw that the motorcycle driver was not so gigantic. He drove his vehicle across the clearing and came to a stop next to Jessica and John. The engine stopped. The smaller figure jumped from the motorcycle and took off his helmet before the man could heave the vehicle on the stand.

»Jessika! I'm here! I have come, "

Luca threw his helmet aside and bent over the lifeless body. "Oh please, do not let it be too late," he cried as he pulled the blanket aside and threw behind him.

John was speechless. Why ... why ... decreased

When the driver of the machine the helmet, he recognized Giacomo. This nodded briefly and then asked his son: "What do you need"

Luca took off his leather jacket and threw it to the ceiling behind him. "My blood. Quick. "

Giacomo reached into his jacket pocket and took a razor to light. He opened it and pulled the blade without hesitation over the outstretched right arm of his son. The bright blood flowed fast and plentiful.

Luca pressed the wound Jessikas upper arm, right in the gaping cut in their skin. Giacomo looked at John and said: "First-aid kit. From the car. Buy it. "

From Jessikas mouth came a groan, her eyelids fluttered. John leaned down to her.

»Subito! Immediately, "shouted Giacomo at him.

John woke from his trance and ran. The first aid box was under the driver's seat. He pulled it out and ran back. Giacomo stretched out his hand and took the box itself.

Luca had become pale, Jessica opened her eyes. "It is ..." she whispered.

"Do not talk," said the boy. He raised his bleeding arm, the shirt ripped from his body and lay on Jessikas body, the free left arm around her and pressed again wound on wound. Jessica shivered a moment, then put her uninjured arm to Luca and he hugged her. A few minutes later she said: "It is enough. Thanks, Luca. "

" You sure? For sure? "

Yes. Stop it. Let you connect. "Giacomo

his son helped getting up and immediately pressed a compress on the cut. John took a bandage and wrapped it firmly around the forearm of the boy. Then again, he had eyes for Jesse. She smiled. She got back color in his face. She had sat up and pointed to the first aid kit, which lay in the grass. "A compress, please. Just for a few minutes. "

" Luca was the one who has heard your cry, "said Giacomo. The four sat

When on the terrace of a restaurant meal. Jessica was wearing the red dress again from Alesia and John stared every few minutes on her arm, which showed no trace of the near-fatal injury more. Only if you knew where the place was, you could still see a slight swelling - or an illusion of such. Luca had a black T-shirt on, there was no trace of the cut with a razor blade to see on his forearm.

"I think that was all imagination. We have not been attacked, Jessica was not hurt. We happen here, "taken in this restaurant with Giacomo and Luca muttered John.

Luca replied: "And the moon is round"

Giacomo admonished him: "First swallow what you have in your mouth, then talk. No one wants to admire the half-chewed pasta on your tongue, monello. "

Jessica put her arm around the boy, he hugged him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "May today you everything," she said. Luca was red, but was still a kiss on the cheek like.

Giacomo shook his head resignedly. "Ah, bella! How can one teach his children decency, if one is constantly challenged? "

John picked up his beer glass and took a swig. The bitter taste of the cool glass - wonderfully real and no doubt genuine, in contrast to the confused Memories of the afternoon at the Lake of Montepulciano. Deep cuts in the period of disappearing minutes - cure - disintegrate, whatever, and anyway, to press a remarkable life-saving method, the bleeding injury to the rescuer to the victim and are involved in a lot of skin contact as possible with the extended body Send ...

"I told you," interrupted Jessika his musings, "that we heal quickly,"

John frowned and said. "I have read in my research about your kind, but Sun fast? And besides, you'd almost died, right? Where was ? For the rapid healing, as it was needed "

Luca recent pasta spoon shoved in his mouth and said," it was not fast. Mom has described to us the place where we can find you, but we can not fly. Papa is gone after all, like a racing driver. "

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Well. And now?

Giacomo and Luca ...

... break on its own, back home.

... or together with John and Jessica remain.

evaluation

sequel? Follows. When? Coming soon.

...

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about the inequality among men with

When we talk about inequality among men, this example may not be bad, it senn PICTURE online taken is:

How much is it to be rich, you can see here: the "Antilia" Skyscrapers in Mumbai (formerly Bombay), the Indian Mukesh Ambani for his wife, his three children, his mother and can build for - 37 000 square meters of living space spread over 27 floors , for 6 people.

But the shell is said to have swallowed 58 million U.S. dollars, the cost of electricity will amount to 11,000 euros per month. Fairytale is the ascent of the family: Mukesh Ambanis father grew up in a poor area, but then took it through clever speculation in silver to some wealth, the son of skilled increased even more.

Stay the question of all housewives: Who cleans the everything? 600 staff!

Had to ask you, how many square meters of living 1 staff and what deserves? And the one who understands this issue: social inequality have anything to do with violence?

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today ... If I

... an hour will find time to write, it continues tomorrow with Jessika.

The sequel is mostly written, only the last scene has yet to culminate in a question to the reader.

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The Beißwütige

not trust anyone, not even your own dog.

They walked along the river Zschopau when they accidentally met a walker. "I said to Don:" seat " - And then he went off on me, "said the experienced dog handler.

The service dog from ticking, mutated into a wild beast, and had not calm anymore. Don mangled only the right arm of the policeman, then he is fiercest in the left.

already important, explains how the dog brain physiology.

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to earn a living ...

... I also translate books.

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Guttenbergismus to school in Austria?

Na na na - not even if there has to deliver a student or a student in Austria for teaching an essay and now wants to make a via Google Guttenberg ...

caution, dear student, or better students. Perhaps also know the teachers from using search engines?

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Why Karl Lagerfeld ...

... always this nightguards on the hands? There are so many around him biting dog?

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Jessika - a fatality / / / Part 13

Today is the continuation shorter than usual - but it will not last too long with the next episode. There will be no decision on the progress of readers, as I have in my head and written down in part. I had this part can design more naturally through the text below, I could not resist the estimated audience for a few days to suspend a so-called cliffhanger. A bit of torture must be so now and then. Yah! The

but before: The previous parts: [Part 1 ] / / / [ Part 2] / / / [Part 3 ] / / / [ Part 4 ] / / / [ Part 5 ] / / / [ Part 6 ] / / / [ Part 7 ] / / / [ Part 8 ] / / / [ Part 9 ] / / / [Part 10 ] / / / [Part 11 ] / / / ------ [ Part 12 ]

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Finally, it seemed to last an eternity waned, the forces of the man. He stumbled and fell on her knees, dropped the knife and grabbed it with both hands Jessikas arm to loosen the stranglehold. His fingernails dug into her flesh. They did not let up, even when he is not longer able to stay on his knees and fell over, held her mercilessly.

John stood just two feet, the bloody dagger in his right hand in her left a towel. He could not say whether Jessikas arm was smeared with their own blood or that of the robber, but if necessary he wanted to tie off the wound.

»Sun The thee well enough, "Jessica said at last, and let go. She stood, swaying on something, and looked at John. "Let's drop the dagger."

He did. He needed no weapon. He wanted to take Jesse's arms, for the first time, to comfort her if she needed comfort, they soothe, if she was upset. As a father with his daughter, who just Harm has been through. He took a deep breath and asked, "Are you hurt," Jessica nodded

?. "He caught me with the blade. But that's OK. We heal quickly, unlike her normal people. "

John went two steps towards her. The engraving had been drilled deep into the upper arm, continuously flowed the blood. John carefully pressed the towel to the wound. He tried to remember the forgotten lessons in first aid, as it had gone well with a pressure bandage. A node had to be done and with a stick then somehow stretch the fabric. It never occurred to him, should go like this. He was also not one that he in the car a properly had equipped first aid kit. The towel was colored red quickly, the bleeding continued unabated.

"Does it hurt much?"

"Yes." Her voice was unusually weak.

"You have to" to a doctor. "

No."

"Jessica, please. Do not be unreasonable. . This is a stab and you're bleeding incessantly '

She reached with her right hand for the towel, pressed it to the injury, groaned, pressed even stronger, bit his lips and then asked: "Take me in your arms. "If there had been

audience, the term would have been the first couple, giving them the sight of the two come to mind would be. Two naked people, close embrace, the woman recovered in the arms of the man. Only the blood with which they were now both smeared disturbed, the romantic image.

Apart from a handshake in Parma, this was her first physical contact between the two. John felt her trembling, she held, stroked her back. She breathed deeply, seemed to be weaker tottered on shaky legs. The blood-soaked towel fell to the ground, her arms hung down powerless. He held her when she threatened to slip away from him. John wondered if he shall lie down across the ceiling, and should get help. The phone was in the glove compartment. When he concluded had come, that he had no choice, there came a sound from her throat can, which sounded hardly human, like a sound born from the desperation of a tormented creature that their abusers do not escape. Suddenly it was

, even though the sun was still a long, dark. A deep shadow fell across the clearing, enveloped the two. When the fire of the sun was suddenly extinguished. Darkness and cold, from one moment the next. An ancient darkness that did not belong here. And in the darkness was someone. Something.

Jessica hung like dead in his arms, John held her, otherwise she would have landed on Earth. Breathed it for? He hugged her, tried to to protect them from the darkness. Or rather for what was hidden in the dark. Her skin was warm, she was still warm. It was useless to call for help, it was useless to try to run away. This eclipse was not of this world, probably not in this world. They were caught in the darkness.

John stared into space. Something like a surreal gray shimmer was left, without origin, and only vague schemes were the trees around the clearing to identify, though her eyes quickly got used to the lack of sun. He saw nothing, but he felt that approached what lived in the shadow of death.

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announced it is now not about the progress of history. But this question is not unimportant, perhaps, from voting depends on the end of the story.

How are the estimated readers with Jessica?

now I like them.

not a pleasant time comrade.

Who is Jessica?

evaluation

sequel very soon here.

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expression error: sb on leave

Examples Such language can not invent it! And would do it but that seemed implausible examples. Before this sentence in the Wikipdia rephrase a bit: "If you decide to avenge Carl, but without Robert, who is on leave at the end of his nerves ..."

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tasteless post resignation

I am not called to be for or against Mr. Guttenberg. As for my opinion in matters of Guttenberg, was here says it all .

But! You hear all sorts Tasteless and stupid now.

Yesterday, I think it was by Anne Will, as did a very dashing out with the comment earlier among nobles, since they have such a man put a loaded pistol on the table, and then you have silently left the room.

Something like let me speechless for the moment. Then I snarl an insult that I will not repeat here.

This morning, a second comment in Bavaria A gutsy woman brings all sorts of completely clear. Among other things, to Guttenberg, no - I deserve no pity

Apart from the fact that this man will never be ready to be dependent on the pity of a BR-commentator, to promote lack of compassion. no matter against whom, it is a very sticky position. This is the little-girl-stick becoming. Then you can say that is: Iiii!

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Good idea: For the truth stand.

The Evangelical Church in Germany has found its traditional Lenten Campaign "For seven weeks," this year under the motto, which are difficult to deal with for some people likely than not eating meat or alcohol or otherwise something external, "I was! Seven weeks with no excuses. "

How helpful in the cooperation are but excuses, we often think. "I slept through - so I'm late at the office," Who would like to say, but when on the highway so frequently developed a traffic jam.? "Sorry, I forgot to pay your bill. "How much more convenient it seems to be to assert that the letter must have gone astray in the mail must

... But that is really convenient and comfortable? At first glance. However: Who's lying (cheating / conceal / rewrites / nice talk ...) needs a good memory. Or he sooner or later gets tangled in contradictions. Even with a good memory, a long-past cheating to obtain even a Minister at some point.

I was! I copied and pasted and submitted the result as my PhD. "Such a sentence would have to caught in the act probably more respect introduced as weeks of excuses and evasions and attempts to distract from the fraud. Even this admission would have had at least respect for the sincerity of the effect: "I did it! I have let me write the thesis and then does not check for plagiarism, because I'm the Ghost Writer familiar. "

Now it is always easy to point with outstretched finger at someone who's been caught, it is a prominent minister that it is Jane Smith from next door. Just shows how easily the mote in the eye of another man, and how difficult it is, the beam in your own eye admit.

It may be difficult, but from personal experience I know that it is the better way to admit wrongdoing, instead of looking for excuses. Who admits that he made a mistake, can rather expect that to him gives a second chance as anyone to whom one must prove his misconduct while he still denies it and assign the blame on his own try.

I was! Seven weeks with no excuses. "Perhaps it is one or the other, who gets involved in this experiment, the Protestant church on the taste and move on after the seven weeks? You have to be neither Protestant nor must you until the official start of the Fast Action on 13 March wait. So you can already start as a Muslim, a Christian, as an atheist ...

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