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In the Night
She sat through the breeze and on the drenched green field. The vast land stretched as far as her eyes went. Green, she sooner realized, was but a color she knew but not the color she sees. Everything turns gray and black in the night. There was no red nor green; no brown nor blue from the clear puddles and the sky.She scooped up her palms together and made a little puddle of her own. The liquid slowly escaped her hand but more came to take the place of the others. She tired and let the liquid slide down completely from her hands
On the edge of her pocket, she felt the hard press of a round metal and even the hard, lustrous rock that adorned it. There was a part of her that wanted to protest how she can assume the luster of the rock even when it escapes her sight. The other part urged her to linger on the rock’s imagined luster. Everthing loses its luster in the night.She had hoped she had put it somewhere else other than in her pocket when she got it three days ago. But she never found it the way others did when they got the same present. Now, she could only hope she did. All else was amiss now and it didn’t matter whichever part of her body the rock adorned.
They had looked at her with condescending eyes that same day, she remembered; when everthing was grey and black even in the day. She had wanted to lie with him but her face showed nothing of it. She wanted to jump in with him, with the first dirt that touched his bed. The dirt piled on him now.
Everything turns gray and black in the night.
There was no red nor green.
There was no red; not even the puddle she held on the dirt that piled on him and that would sooner pile on her in the morrow.
This is a moustache cup.
It was used in the Victorian times, if you has a particularly large moustache, you would rest the moustache on the little ledge bit inside the cup, and drink through the hole, to avoid getting your moustache wet.
Meet Irena Sendler (1910-2008)
She was a 98 year-old Polish woman at her time of death. During World War II, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. She dedicated herself to smuggle Jewish children out. Infants were carried in the bottom of the tool box she used and older children in a burlap sack she had in the back of her truck.
She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children during this time
She eventually was caught and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families but most had been killed. She then helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.
In 2007, Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected.
Al Gore won for presenting a slide show on Global Warming.
