IKEA The Other Letter

Citiva copii au fost pusi sa-i scrie o scrisoare lui Mos Craciun, cerindu-i ceea ce isi doresc de Craciun, si alta parintilor lor, cerindu-le acelasi lucru...rezultatul e surprinzator....eu una am bocit cybershamans (karmapolice) / CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 (function() { var po = document.createElement('script'); po.type = 'text/javascript'; po.async = true; po.src = 'https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js'; var s = document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(po, s); })...

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ARABIAN GENIES AND A FLYING MOSQUE

Moalim Salim (All photos by author) Baxter Jackson takes us on a tour of a sacred Omani fort that is no longer open to the public, to discover the legends within. WHEN I ASKED my Omani students from Bahla about the legends of genies and sorcery, they squirmed in their seats and very reluctantly shared with me the rumors about those who channel the power of the djinn (genies), the tale of a bewitched tree in the souq, and the legend of the flying mosque. Living in Nizwa (38 kilometers to the south of Bahla) and loving the paranormal, these stories — of wizards controlling genies for their own nefarious purposes, of a tree more...

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THE CURSED AMETHYST

ALLISON MEIER / 02 OCT 2013 31 Days of Halloween: On Atlas Obscura this month, we're celebrating Halloween each day with woeful, wondrous, and wickedly macabre tales all linked to a real locale that you can visit, if you dare. The Cursed Amethyst (photograph by the author) Ever since it was stolen out of India during the Rebellion of 1857, this amethyst has brought its owners nothing but despair and devastation. Known as the Cursed Amethyst or, in a bit of a misnomer, the Delhi Purple Sapphire, the stone now resides in the Vault of the Natural History Museum in London alongside such other precious stones...

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Goodbye to Gravity - The Day We Die (Live in Club Colectiv, Bucharest, R...

Let go and beg for freedom Another row jumping into the flame Loose lips are shifting leaders From here on out everyone is to blame I'm looking up to my company A full blown artillery Keep the sights on the enemy And bust the lid off anarchy Your condescending demeanor has all gone wrong Figured you should have known this all along We're not numbers we're free, we're so alive Cause the day we give in is the day we die Behold, a credo wavering A sleight of hand is the dogma they preach Beneath, a conscience's fading To even out all your steady beliefs Stand your ground in the battle zone Filled with life, bone and scorn Clench your...

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