Q:have you ever put a condom on a banana?
I do it every day
Slightly over a month after the surrender of Germany, the victory parade was held in Moscow on June 24, 1945. The “Marshal of Victory”, G.K. Zhukov, was given the honor of Parade Inspector and rode through the parade grounds atop a white stallion.
Some sources claim that the horse was originally intended for Stalin, but was to feisty for the General Secretary, and threw him off during practice. Zhukov, being an accomplished horseman, was instead offered the horse as his mount for the parade. Its said that, upon seeing Zhukov riding *his* horse before the troops, Stalin realized the threat Zhukov’s popularity - with both the army and the country - presented to him, and began planning to discredit him.
Other accounts see no such symbolism in the event and say the horse was intended for Zhukov all along, but regardless of the truth in the encounter, within a year Zhukov had been stripped of his commands, accused of political unreliability, and exiled to the backwater command of the Odessa Military District.
Rifiutando un’offerta di libertà condizionata in cambio di una rinuncia alla lotta armata (febbraio 1985), Mandela rimase in prigione fino al febbraio del 1990.
Questo andrebbe ricordato.
L’equivoco sarebbe anche di chi lo considera [esclusivamente] un uomo di pace laddove Mandela ebbe responsabilità “militari” e di certo dalle sue scelte dipese vita o morte di molte persone. Ciò ci porta direttamente alla domanda “è giusto uccidere in nome di un ideale o progetto politico?” - la risposta è sì.
"Photographer Julien Bryan comforts a ten-year-old Polish girl named Kazimiera Mika, whose older sister was killed in a field near Jana Ostroroga Street in Warsaw during a German air raid by Luftwaffe.
Photographer Julien Bryan described the scene: ‘As we drove by a small field at the edge of town we were just a few minutes too late to witness a tragic event, the most incredible of all. Seven women had been digging potatoes in a field. There was no flour in their district, and they were desperate for food. Suddenly two German planes appeared from nowhere and dropped two bombs only two hundred yards away on a small home. Two women in the house were killed. The potato diggers dropped flat upon the ground, hoping to be unnoticed. After the bombers had gone, the women returned to their work. They had to have food.
But the Nazi fliers were not satisfied with their work. In a few minutes they came back and swooped down to within two hundred feet of the ground, this time raking the field with machine-gun fire. Two of the seven women were killed. The other five escaped somehow.
While I was photographing the bodies, a little ten-year old girl came running up and stood transfixed by one of the dead. The woman was her older sister. The child had never before seen death and couldn’t understand why her sister would not speak to her…
The child looked at us in bewilderment. I threw my arm about her and held her tightly, trying to comfort her. She cried. So did I and the two Polish officers who were with me…’ [Source: Bryan, Julien. “Warsaw: 1939 Siege; 1959 Warsaw Revisited.”]
"In September 1959 Julien Bryan wrote more about it in Look magazine:
In the offices of the Express, that child, Kazimiera Mika, now 30, and I were reunited. I asked her if she remembered anything of that tragic day in the potato field. ‘I should,’ she replied quietly. ‘It was the day I lost my sister, the day I first saw death, and the first time I met a foreigner - you.’ Today, Kazimiera is married to a Warsaw streetcar motorman. They have a 12-year-old girl and a boy, 9, and the family lives in a 1 1/2-room apartment, typical of the overcrowded conditions of war-racked Poland. She is a charwoman at a medical school (she told me her biggest regret is that her education ended when the war began), and all of the $75 earned each month by her husband and herself goes for food. Kazimiera and her husband, like most Poles, supplement their income with odd jobs, and are sometimes forced to sell a piece of furniture for extra money. But they celebrated my visit to their home with that rare treat, a dinner with meat.” (source)
Kazimiera Mika at the exhibition “An American in Warsaw”, 2010. (source)