Papa’s retirement

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Every year papa said— this year I will retire, definitely! At 72, papa is saying no— Congratulations papa. I had no other words. (That was a few days ago)

I will never meet a man like my papa. Five feet tall, square jaw, big bright eyes and a voice that commands quiet. Barely taller than mama he commands the room.

When we left East Hills hostel, papa knocked on every door until they said yes. Who could say no? Because to every question papa’s answer was—yes! Papa first job was as a carpenter, since they asked— are you a carpenter? Yes! I came to Australia with empty hand! Holding his palms together face up.

The years drifted away, the factory hand became the supervisor, the supervisor became manager, papa’s name became synonymous with employer. Papa helped employed the unemployable; the old uncle with a hearing problem who could speak two…

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Greta Thunberg tells Australia to ‘wake up and treat the climate emergency like an emergency’ – ABC News

Black and white photo of Greta Thunberg with her hand shielding her eyes.

Ms Thunberg routinely distances herself from any political affiliation, and argued that all sides of politics had failed to honestly confront the climate emergency.

“I have never supported any party,” she told 7.30

“People sometimes assume that I’m supporting Green parties and so on, which is of course not true. All the current ideologies and party politics have failed to create the necessary changes.”

According to Ms Thunberg, climate summits “serve as an opportunity for big polluters to greenwash themselves … using PR tactics and communication strategies disguised as politics”…

Source: Greta Thunberg tells Australia to ‘wake up and treat the climate emergency like an emergency’ – ABC News

La idea

Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

SANTIAGO GALICIA ROJON SERRALLONGA

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La idea, al escribir, es transformar las letras en flores y las palabras en jardines para regalar perfumes deliciosos y colores encantadores y cautivantes. La idea, al escribir, es componer música, aliarme con el lenguaje del viento y las voces del océano, simplemente con el propósito de repartir historias, diseñar rutas y caminar juntos. La idea, al escribir, es decirle a alguien, en especial, que mi amor es fiel e inextinguible porque viene del alma y va al infinito, donde pertenecen los sentimientos más bellos. La idea, al escribir, es cultivar sentimientos, dulzura y pensamientos. La idea, al escribir, es demostrar que las guerras no se ganan con armas que destruyen y matan, sino con amor, justicia, bien, conocimiento, tolerancia, libertad, armonía y respeto. La idea, al escribir, es hilvanar letras en las páginas del cuaderno y dejar huellas…

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