“From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the continent.” This was what I heard 20 years ago in the radio when I was a boy.
It was 17:58 on Friday, I was going to lock the door of my lab and enjoy my weekend as usual, then the phone rang. I picked up the phone, “This is Dr.Giancoli. May I help you?”
“I know exactly who you are. You are Carmelo Giancoli, born in America, 1934, your father’s name is Gordon Giancoli, your mother’s name is Sara Giancoli. You graduated in university of East Berlin Technology in 1957, ...” The man in the phone said in a deep voice.
“Who are you? How do you know my past?” I started to sweat.
“It doesn’t matter, just trust me and keep your predictable schedule.”
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“Who is this guy? Do I know him? Is he a friend of mine and play a joke on me? What will happen if I don’t keep my predictable schedule? ...” I asked …show more content…
“We had a conversation just,” the stranger looked at his watch, “36 minutes ago, remember?”
“Answer my question, now.” I shouted with anger.
“Calm down, I am from the CIA, agent Clark. We know that you invented a method that can make a modified nuclear weapon which you didn’t publish, and the Pentagon wants to get your work and keep it in the right hand. Therefore, they sent me to escort you to leave east Berlin and go back to America from west Berlin.”
“Why should I trust you? What if I choose to stay?”
“Look at where you live, if you do not go with me, the Russian will find you sooner or later. Do you really want to work for our enemy? Go with me, then you can be back to your homeland.”
I asked him to have more time to think about it, but he told me that we didn’t have enough time because the helpers would pick us up at 20:00.
“OK, let’s go home.” I made my mind, put on my jacket, took my research disc, rushed out with agent Clark.
I drove the car instead of him because the Russian agents were everywhere. I was afraid we would be caught. I drove, I breathed, I sweated. I looked at the mirrors all the time, I assumed everyone on the street was a KGB
Part 1: The hero's name is Antonio Brown. He is a football maniac. He can catch passes with one hand, and he doesn't even need to look. He is a bit of a sore loser, though. He can dish it, but he can't take it. He wears a black shirt, with a pair of yellow pants. Him and the villain did not meet until early 2011. But, boy, they sure do really hate each other.
Coppo di Stefano Buonaiuti, he provides first hand documentation of the effect of the Black Plague in Florence, Italy. The muse for his inspiration to record his testimony on the matter, just three decades later, was a matter to sway the Italian embassies when his political career ran into a predicament the time. The Black Plague challenged the very core of morals and the faith in God. In his testimony, he describes thousands of people having cases of cold feet on their own family members and abandoning them as shown in the quotes from his document, “Sons abandoning fathers, husbands wives, wives husbands, one brother the other, one sister the other.”.
Watch out, here I am in Felicia! I'm the one and only, Waldo the hookworm. I enter through a mouth. Then I go straight to the small intestine.
It was less than a year after war ended in Europe that Churchill revealed in his “Sinews of Peace” address that, “From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent”. The Soviet Union became extremely
That voice rang with anger. Ah shit, I pissed him off again, didn't I? Talk about working for a guy who's hard to please. Oh no. I'm such a terrible narrator. You must be asking three questions. Who am I talking about? Who am I? Why am I reading to this? First off, you chose to. Second, I'm talking about Nevada Ramirez, Dominican-American drug lord extraordinaire. I hope that doesn't ring with sarcasm. And your narrator that you are stuck with has a name too. Harold Lockhart but I prefer Harry, however, my undercover name was Benjamin “Benji” Waterhouse. Now we're all caught up back up to the present.
The Iron Curtain - The term symbolizes the efforts by the Soviet Union to block itself and its satellite states from open contact with the West and non-Soviet-controlled
All may rise so this trial may begin. My name is Judge Gabriel and I will make the final decision whether or not you go to foster care. Ponyboy I do not want to see you in foster care so I am going to try my best to save you. As we can tell you have been quite the trouble maker this past month have not you. Well that is a real good reason to send you away but I'm hoping you have even better reasons to defend your case. Now before we begin calling up witnesses does anybody else think that this boy is guilty.
Churchill meant that the term iron curtain was an area that cut Europe into two sections. This separated Europe into two zones, communist, and noncommunist. As shown here on the map by the black line, that like indicates the separation of the two zones. The area that Churchill referred to in his speech was Germany and Russia. This is when Germany invaded them twice, once in 1914, and again in 1941. After this invasion there were areas that separated around Berlin, they were Turkey and Iran.
The scene that I enjoyed the most was when the main character Magnoli and her daughter were abandoned by the love of her life and she had to find her way to survive. I really like that in that scene they reunited most of the original performers from the boat show. I liked that under pressure she defended the song “Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man”; Song that regardless of the social and racial background meant a lot to her for the emotions attached to the person that taught her the song a – colored woman. Through music and performance the creators achieved a touching effect of emotions mixed with euphoria especially when during New Year’s Eve show she sang the last song of the event with such passion that she made me cry and then smile all in one
Stella recanted, "She asked Idore to reserve her wedding date for the three-hundred guests at their restaurant. Abele and Adelina became overly emotional and festive. Idore made a big ordeal with the patrons. Eventually, she passed out from the stress and hit her head on the floor. And to quote them “she fell like a chopped Christmas tree””
By 1945 nearly all of Eastern Europe including Czechoslovakia, Poland and Hungary was under Soviet control. In Fulton, Missouri on 5 March 1946 the British prime minister Winston Churchill gave his famous 'Iron Curtain' speech, "From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the continent..."[1] This meant that Europe was divided into two: a Soviet controlled East, and a 'free West'. Churchill wanted and Anglo-American alliance but American President Harry S Truman did not support this as he and most Americans hoped that America and Russia would still co-operate as they had during the war. Churchill's speech
As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.
It was just a normal day for me. My first interaction with the mafia prince was when we were seven. Daddy was very keen on taking to the business meeting that day. He had mother help dress me in my best dress. I didn’t argue, despite being seven and really not wanting to go to some dull business meeting. But what daddy said was law. So I put on a winning smile and went with him. I never knew exactly what daddy did. I asked him once and he brushed the question off and his exact words,, “I am a businessman, now go play or something Minnie, I’m busy. Children were to be seen and not heard. But I was quite the curious child. My curiosity got me in quite the trouble when I was younger. Heck it still does. Anyway back to the story. We got in the
He started talking in a shaky voice, “My name is Hector and I am Mexican.”
These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliché A bad movie scene that just goes on and on With dialogue like " It's so sad how fast time slips away" Or "You never really miss them until they're gone" Funny how those old clichés come true I never thought I'd miss him, but I do Chorus: