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birbleafs · 3 years

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[fic] A Tragicomedy In Five Acts

Series: Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan || The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Rating: T Genre: Friendship, Humour, Breaking the Fourth Wall Character(s): Akechi Touma, Saiki Kusuo, Saiki Kurumi, Saiki Kuniharu, Saiki Kuusuke Warnings: None, save for the canon-typical shenanigans Summary: Akechi has made a habit of showing up unannounced, uninvited at the Saiki residence. The inevitable "bonding" occurs and Kusuo despairs; the world continues to turn. A/N: A piece I wrote for the Disastrous Life Zine, a charity zine. I wanted to share the uncut version here since I like how it reads more (it's not too different from zine version, though). Leftover sales are currently still live, so here's your last chance to grab some limited items if you had missed the pre-orders earlier! Thanks to the mods & other contributors over at @disastrouslifezine, for all their hard work on this project. Many thanks also to my bro Digi for the awesome beta work and for always being an all-round great pal ❤ Fic can also be read AO3. _______ i. It’s a problem Saiki Kusuo should have—could have—nipped earlier in the bud, when he’d been forced to spend a whole Sunday with Akechi Touma betting on horse-racing. But between Akechi being (begrudgingly) accepted as one of the PK Psychickers to Kusuo having to stop a meteor from slamming into the planet—well, a lot had happened. Akechi had since taken to visiting the Saiki residence at random, with little notice in advance. On his second visit, Mom had invited him in before Kusuo could intervene. If it weren’t for the cupcakes Akechi had brought along—not to mention the terrifying heat of Mom’s demonic glare at the first sign of a protest—Kusuo would have teleported him miles away without hesitation. That’s how Kusuo finds himself now—glowering at Akechi who’s sitting politely in his room and firing a running commentary about nothing and too many things all at once. Resigned, he leans back into his study chair and asks, point-blank: What do you want, Akechi?

“Your mother is lovely as always,” Akechi replies instead, dancing around the question. “I’m grateful she’s gone from remembering me as ‘Pee Boy’ to ‘Kusuo’s Friend Who Only Ever Wets His Pants Occasionally’. Surely that’s a sign we have gotten closer.” It sounds just as terrible as the first—only a simpleton would be okay with that as a defining trait, Kusuo retorts. In any case, we’re hardly more than classmates. So, why are you here again? “I thought you would have realized it by now with your telepathy. But I suppose I can explain it for the sake of the readers!” Akechi beams, holding up a small case in his hand. Don’t just casually break the fourth wall, Kusuo frowns, even as he leans forward for a closer look. Akechi pops the case open and turns towards the game console. “I was recently gifted this game by my cousin, who assured me that, while underrated, it’s still a cult hit among fans. I thought it would be fun to play it together.” Kusuo stares flatly at the title OVERWORKED displayed on the disc as it slides into the console drive, already unimpressed. That is such a blatant rip-off. “Oh, no, it's a completely different game from the one you’re thinking of!” Akechi says. “Here you play as the overworked waiter of a cafe who serves multiple orders at once and takes over the cooking whenever the head chef throws a tantrum and storms right off.” How is that different from OVERC***ED? It is totally OVERC***ED! “Regardless, shall we have a play-off?” Akechi offers the controller to him. “Winner gets this box of cupcakes. I got them from the best pâtisserie in town, which is no easy feat. Why just this morning I left home at the crack of dawn to secure a spot in the queue, and even then, there were already about 30-odd people ahead of me! Who knew it was so popular—A-ah!” Kusuo yanks the controller easily from Akechi’s hand towards him with telekinesis, a glint of determination in his eyes now. Best two out of three levels. Loser also has to leave immediately. Akechi grins knowingly and cracks his knuckles, reaching for the second controller. “You’re quick to assume victory, Kusuo-kun. Very well, then!” Thirty-seven minutes later and Kusuo’s left staring at the final scores, appalled. He would have won if his character hadn’t kept freezing in place and glitching at crucial moments, messing up in the kitchens and sending out wrong orders. How is he always losing to Akechi like this? Clearly the universe is still conspiring against him. “You were so close to beefing my lask score dhoo,” Akechi says shamelessly through a mouthful of strawberry frosting. “And my, deez fupfakes are s’per dhasty!” Are you taunting me now? Kusuo scowls enviously at the cupcake in Akechi’s hand before he huffs, slinking back into his chair. Well, I’ll be staring dejectedly out my window for a bit, so feel free to eat your cupcakes and then leave. But Akechi only laughs then and, to Kusuo’s surprise, moves to place a chocolate cupcake before him. “You’re so melodramatic, Kusuo-kun. I never said the winner can’t share.” ... I guess you didn’t. They spend the rest of the afternoon eating cupcakes. _______ ii. This again? It’s been a month, but Kusuo already feels a sense of gloom settling over him when Akechi steps into the genkan. He would have been fine with leaving Akechi outside blathering away through closed doors for the entire day while he pretended not to be home, but obviously Mom is having none of that. “I’m so glad you’ve been coming over to play with Ku-chan!” she greets cheerfully. “I couldn’t believe it when I first heard, but you and Kusuo are getting along well, huh, Akechi-kun!” Dad says with a sagely nod, looking every bit the part of the morally upright, reliable father. Bold of you to believe such delusional notions of camaraderie, or that you even look the part of an admirable adult, Kusuo comments drily, before turning to leave. “We don’t just get along,” Akechi chimes in reply. “You could even say our friendship is super-califragilisticexpialidocious!” GET OUT. If looks could kill, Kusuo’s current expression is pure genocide. But his parents are already fawning and AH-HYUU-!!-ing at Akechi’s words, tears of joy gushing down their cheeks like an endless waterfall. Kusuo watches in quiet despair as Akechi is readily accepted into their fold with welcomed embraces, a key development in this romantic soap opera. Oi, what’s with the misleading narrative?! We’re not in that kind of fanfic right now! Dad and Akechi hit it off well enough, one thing leads to another, and Kusuo suddenly finds himself roped into playing MECH-O ARENA VR on the WAB station in Dad’s study. Seriously, stop it with the terrible rip-offs of actual games already, Kusuo frowns as he watches Dad’s and Akechi’s characters flitting about on the screen to fight off an incoming attack. “I suppose it’s not very original, is it?” Akechi says, punching the controller buttons in a flurry of movements. “But it’s different enough that we can probably avoid any unwanted copyright lawsuits.” That’s completely beside the point. Dad’s wholly immersed with the game now, so it’s impossible for Kusuo to get rid of Akechi without Dad throwing a childish fuss about losing his new gaming buddy. Not to mention Mom’s uncanny ability to appear with coffee and snacks each time Kusuo had tried to inconspicuously retreat back into his room, all while exuding an ominous aura that effectively dissuaded his need to leave immediately. Good grief—everyone’s being such a pain today, Kusuo sighs, before he finally relents to Mom’s cajoling to team up with her against Dad and Akechi in the final round. He figures it can’t get worse than this anyway. That is, until Kuusuke gets involved. _______ iii. When Kusuo returns home from a quick grocery trip for Mom, he walks into a surprisingly empty living room. He can hear Dad and Kuusuke’s voices from upstairs but for some reason he’s not quite able to perceive the atmosphere within—it’s as if his senses are partially blocked by a cognitive fog with the study engulfed in a dead zone. Must be that prototype “router” Kuusuke had installed in Dad’s study yesterday. Kusuo has zero interest in his brother’s tiresome antics, but is compelled nonetheless to check on them, if only to ensure Kuusuke isn’t playing Mad Scientist and coaxing Dad into yet another deranged human project. He opens the door, nearly lashes out in shock with telekinesis when he sees Akechi staring through the doorway with a creepy, owlish expression. “Oh, were you actually surprised, Kusuo-kun?” Akechi says. “My apologies for frightening you like that.” Kusuo studies the room cautiously, only to realize he’s unable to hear anyone’s thoughts with telepathy. He glares at his brother in suspicion. “Welcome back, little brother!” Kuusuke greets him with a Cheshire grin. “I see you’ve got yourself a new playmate. Hmm? Ah, you must think it strange that I've taken to Akechi-kun so readily.” Strange and highly dubious, Kusuo counters. What are you scheming? “Well, Akechi-kun shows the most potential and capacity for mental growth amongst the lesser primates close to you—” What a disparaging worldview. And stop deflecting! I know you can still understand me. “—So, he may yet make a good test subj—Ah, I mean, a good friend! Interesting specimens tend to gravitate towards you, after all. Though his propensity for peeing sure is troubling, isn’t it? Haha!” You can excuse questionable human experimentations, but you draw the line at incontinence? Kuusuke attempts a nonchalant shrug. “Priorities, amirite?” “But this is amazing, Kuusuke-san,” Akechi says, glancing up in awe at the blinking device on the ceiling. “The telepathy canceller really does block our thoughts efficiently!” “It’s child's play compared to Kusuo’s abilities,” Kuusuke says, seemingly modest, but Kusuo doesn’t miss the devious glint in his eyes when he reaches into his coat pocket to pull out what looks suspiciously like a detonator with a giant red button. “Still, with this, Operation SM☆SH can now finally commence—” Wait, Operation what?? Kuusuke, don’t you dare...! But Kuusuke is already pressing the button, and the study is plunged into darkness as the lights flicker off and the blinds draw shut. Alarmed, Kusuo wrenches the detonator away from Kuusuke’s grip with his telekinesis. What did you just do?! There’s an electronic whirr, a blinding flash, and Kusuo finds himself suddenly staring at a large LCD screen as it emerges from the ceiling. Music blares from overhead speakers as a cinematic opening sequence begins to play. “There you are, Kusuo!” Dad looks up from behind the coffee table where he’d been fiddling with the game console. He adjusts the VR headset over his eyes. “It’s time to finally beat you at SUPER SM☆SH BUDS as payback for last time! HII-YAAAH!!” ... Oh. So it’s just another game. “That’s right!” Kuusuke claps his hands together, blissfully ignoring the heat of Kusuo’s baleful glare. “I heard about your horse-racing bet from Akechi-kun and found this as the best way to even the odds for other types of games.” “The idea came to me while peeing in the shower; to find ways you could play and not get bored easily, Kusuo-kun,” Akechi adds in unnecessary detail. “But I didn’t think Kuusuke-san could actually pull it off.” “Here, Kusuo,” Dad says, waving his controller. “Come choose your character—” But Kusuo’s already teleporting away, fleeing the wretched upheaval within his own home to hide at Cafe Mami for the rest of the day. _______ iv. Akechi corners him after school three weeks later. Kusuo is surprised and unsurprised all at once; he had worn the germanium ring to class, after all, in a bid to avoid spoilers for the direct-to-streaming release movie adaptation of a book he’d been fond of. It’s easy to ignore everyone’s spoilery chatter when it isn’t droning directly into his mind—he’d kept his fingers stuck into his ears each time class ended, oblivious to the strange looks thrown his way, and had even hidden away in the restroom cubicle during breaks, successfully avoiding any interaction with the usual human nuisances. Until now, that is. “Let’s walk home together, Kusuo-kun!” Akechi calls, jogging after him. I’m suddenly deaf and sound has eluded me, Kusuo deadpans as he breaks into a sprint, determined to leave before Akechi starts blabbing spoilers. “I noticed you weren’t quite yourself today,” Akechi continues, catching up with him. “And I thought it might have something to do with the ring on your left index finger that you’ve fondled precisely seventeen times throughout the day.” What an awful way to describe it. I didn’t fondle anything. “Perhaps the material of that ring works in the same manner as the telepathy canceller—which would explain why you seemed uncharacteristically skittish today since you’re pretty bad at discerning people’s intentions without your telepathy.” What are you? A psychic? But Akechi only persists. “I realized later that you’d always leave whenever anyone started talking about that new movie on Netfl*x—” Can’t hear now, Kusuo slaps his hands over his ears. Gone horribly deaf. “And I figured it must be that you haven’t watched it yet for some reason, like maybe your home internet is down because your father forgot to pay the bills for three whole months and so it got cut—” How did you even..? Kusuo grimaces. N-nope, not listening! 100% deaf! “I know you don’t have a mobile phone to watch it on either,” Akechi continues. “So, that’s why I wanted to invite you to my house today, to watch it together. Oh, don’t worry, I know absolutely nothing about the movie. In fact, I’d only heard Kaidou-kun screaming out the title just ten minutes ago.” Kusuo pauses then, glancing back at Akechi in hesitance. Akechi only meets his wary gaze with a knowing smirk, and says, “We also have strawberry shortcake in the fridge.” _______ v. I don’t suppose there’s a good reason this time either, Kusuo sighs wearily, closing his book. Still, there’s a glimmer in his eyes; he knows Akechi had come bearing gifts—a selection of coffee jellies topped with cherries and chocolate drizzle. “I’ve made a habit of crashing your place unannounced, haven’t I?” Akechi offers a contrite grin, watching as Kusuo helps himself to a spoonful of jelly. “I do apologize, but whenever I get restless, I find myself wandering here by instinct. Admittedly, I was worried about being a bother, but your mother is always so welcoming at the door despite that dreary, constipated look in your eyes—” You are being a bother. Like a persistent mosquito that thinks it's summer all year round, Kusuo grouses with his Most Annoyed Expression, knowing how ineffectual his Feigning Ignorance Face had become over time. Also, have you graduated from pee references to shitty jokes now? Disgusting. But Akechi takes it all in stride, undeterred by Kusuo’s ugly grimace and acerbic jibes. “—Plus, it’d be considered extremely rude if I didn’t come in after that, and I certainly do not want you to think of me as rude. You’re a friend I hold in high regard, after all. I always have, ever since I found out it was you who saved me from the bullies back then.” The earnestness in Akechi’s words stumps him, if only a little. And though Kusuo is careful to keep his surprise from showing, there’s a part deep down in his not-so-granite heart that feels a touch of warmth at the sentiment. Akechi’s already placing the Scrabble board on the floor, so he misses the ghost of a smile that crosses Kusuo’s lips. Did Akechi honestly think he could beat a psychic at Scrabble too? How naive. “You’re probably thinking how naive I must be, believing I could beat you at a board game with your powers and all,” Akechi notes cheerfully, almost as if he’s a mind-reader himself. Kusuo frowns, slightly disgruntled by the fourth-wall breaking once more and wishes they would give it a rest for once. Overusing a trope gets really tiring, you know? Still, he smiles again as he takes a seat across from Akechi—who is now shuffling the Scrabble chips while nattering away about the history of board games and how the loser would have to give up his share of coffee jelly (as if Kusuo would allow it to come to that again). Two Sunday visits per month only, Kusuo says, lifting several chips into the air with a wave of his hand. If you beat me... I’ll allow it. Akechi’s eyes widen, before he breaks into a playful grin. “Very well, then. May the best man win.” Kusuo only lets out a soft laugh. Perhaps it’s not too late to pick up where they had left off in grade school. —End—

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maijily · 3 years

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Oi digi, whats your opinion on spiders?

SPIDERS...? THAT’S SO... WHY DO YOU CARE?! OUT OF ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU COULD’VE--

THAT’S... SO STUPID. I’M NOT AFRAID OF SPIDERS. I DON’T THINK ANYTHING OF THEM. THEY’RE SMALL, AND HARMLESS. MOSTLY. BUT I STILL KILL THEM BECAUSE... I DON’T KNOW, THEY’RE... SMALL, AND... AND I DON’T LIKE LOOKING AT THEM SOMETIMES, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M AFRAID OF THEM!

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encyklopediakoval · 4 years

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288) RUDE PRIDE „Take It As It Comes” CD Contra Records / Longshot Music 2017 - drugi album hiszpańskiej grupy street punk z Madrytu, założonej w 2013 roku, jest tak samo świetny jak pierwszy „Be True To Yourself” (2015). A nawet jeszcze lepszy. Miguel (śpiew), Alberto (gitara), Aron (gitara), Karlitos (bass) i Anxo (perkusja) produkcję nagrań powierzyli znów w ręce Massa Giorgini i jego amerykańskiego Sonic Iguana Studios i nagrali album, który potwierdza klasę kapeli. Kapeli, która zasłużenie zyskała w Europie sporą popularności i wdarła się na scenę grając masę koncertów, także na wielkich punkowych festiwalach. Zespół określa swą muzykę najczęściej jako „melodyjny oi! punk” ale dodać trzeba, że z czytelnym przekazem: szanującym tradycję punk, oi!, reggae oraz kulturę skinhead, o zdecydowanie antyfaszystowskiej i antyrasistowskiej postawie. Na koszulkach chłopaków napisy „1969 – Love Reggae – Hate Racism”, a na okładce logo Trojan Records. Lubię kapele z czytelnym przekazem, trzymające się klasyki, a jeśli - tak jak Rude Pride - grają energetycznie i melodyjne zarazem, a do tego mają sporo treści do przekazania, wchłania się ich świetnie i po zakończeniu płyty chce się ją odpalić ponownie. Dwanaście numerów, z których wyróżnić można takie jak „Take It As It Comes”, „Bars & Shackles”, „Out Pack”, „My Generation” czy „Many People Suffer” w stylu rocksteady, a całość w digi-packu z wkładką z tekstami.

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stiri-noi · 4 years

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Surpriza Digi pentru Black Friday: reducerile pe care se bat românii

#tehnologie

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ladyofthecastleproject · 7 years

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#5 - Unknown Place

He didn’t know what had happened but there he was… In the pitch black. This time no dreams, except for some weird strange voice telling something in another language.

Then… He opened his eyes.

The place he had been was odd, looked like old and haunted. A poorly lit room, some old wardrobe and a chest… Lots of spider webs… Ah, he was lying on that bed. Not comfortable like the ones at home, but he wouldn’t expect the Digital World to have some sense. Not when most creatures in this world wouldn’t mind to sleep on a rock or on spikes.

Daisuke got up, looked around and found a desk. On the desk, here were his goggles, lying and getting dust from the furniture. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to be separated from V-mon, since he had been attacked by…

“Wait, who was that guy? Why am I here? Why this place gives me some weird feelings?”

He couldn’t explain but… He felt like it was familiar. But how? He never had been in that room before! Or in that place. Wait, where is he right now?!

“Oh man, I think I will have to escape from this room before some evil digimon try to torture me!”

But he was ALONE. Yet fear had taken control over his body. Ironic huh?

“Easy, easy…” - he said to himself - “V-mon will find me! He’s a digimon, and I know he will be here in a few seconds… Or minutes.Or hours. What if I spend a whole day here? What if I spend an ETERNITY trapped in this place? Wait, is it a house? Wow, this digimon needs to clean this room, I’m sure it forgot what the sunlight is. Look at that window! Who lives in this house? I really need to do something to make this place feel a bit better and healthier!”

He tried to open the window, but a cloud of dust attacked him. He coughed a lot, but he successfully opened the rebel window. When he looked back, he saw another shadow behind him. It was…

“Tailmon, you’re here! Where have you been? Where’s Hikari-chan? Also, you look a bit different from what am used to. Where’s your Holy Ring though?”

The cat frowned. Hikari? Who’s Hikari? Those golden eyes were watching Daisuke babbling and complaining about the room. How it was dirty, abandoned and needing to see water, a broom and other stuff.

“Uh, human” - she said - “I have no idea what you’re talking about? And I’m not a regular Tailmon, I’m a Black Tailmon.”

“Oh…” - Daisuke glanced at her, blinking his eyes twice - “I’m sorry, I mistook you with a friend’s partner.”

Indeed, the digimon was a Tailmon, except a virus variation with black fur. No Holy Ring. Her voice sounded younger than Hikari’s partner, and a bit more… Playful?

“You’re my lady’s guest,” - she chirped - “Don’t worry, she’s nice. Although José is not a gentleman, he’s too rude for a bodyguard.”

“José?” - He tilted his head - “You mean, Gennai-san’s clone from Mexico? It was him??”

“No, no!” - she shook her head - “I don’t know any Gennai person. José hates to be called by his name.”

“Nevermind, I want to clean this place first! Before I get sick!” - he coughed again - “Really, whoever lives here doesn’t like to have a clean environment!”

“You…” - she said it slowly - “... want to clean this castle?”

“C-castle?” - he repeated - “No wonder why I was feeling like am inside a terror movie! Black cats, kidnappers, being someone’s guest… Am I Belle now?!”

“I’m afraid that I have no idea about what you’re talking, human.”

“It doesn’t matter…” - Daisuke sighed - “Can you please show me the exit?”

“Downstairs, follow the end of the corridor on the left and you will find the entrance hall.”

“Ok, thank you” - he bowed and left the room, following the directions given by the cat digimon.

He didn’t care to examine the place, all he wanted was to leave and find V-mon before something bad happens. And when he finally crossed the entrance hall… His hand a few millimeters from the golden fancy knob…

“Oi, human. Do NOT dare to open this door.”

He felt chills running down his spine. Some snort on his neck and the presence of some DANGEROUS creature behind him, staring at him with a murderous glare.

Instead of looking back to see who was behind him, he stepped back in silence as he was trying to control his fear. A panic attack at that time wouldn’t help the situation, it could make it worse. Animals can feel fear, right? Maybe digimons can do that too…

“Be nice,” - the male voice said, sounding familiar to Daisuke but he couldn’t recognize it at all - “My lady wouldn’t like to have her guest smashed by my hands. And human beings are all fragile.”

Pride hit Motomiya Daisuke hard and ignited the flames of courage within his chest. No, he wouldn’t let someone underestimate him just for being a fragile human.

He turned back, with an anger expression on his face (making him look like a fluff mad dog) and stared at the shadow:

“OKAY LISTEN HERE YOU JERK, I AIN’T WEAK, I CAN FIGHT A DIGI--!!”

He gulped when he saw the height and size of the creature. Bigger than him, stronger than him. A Black Weregarurumon was in the entrance hall, crossing his arms, those eyes judging Daisuke’s stupid attitude and determination.

“Y-you know what?!” - the goggle boy babbled in panic - “I’m not a street f-fighter, I’m just a-an ordinary Elementary s-student who hates v-violence!” - he couldn’t fight a weregarurumon oh my god he had a DREAM to accomplish!

The digimon remained in silence, waiting for something. Perhaps this is the part Daisuke runs away and tries to survive without V-mon?

“AAAAAAAAAH!!”

Yep. He ran as fast as he could go. He had to find a door, a closet, a room… ANYTHING. There was a wild werewolf chasing him and trying to… To… What would that digimon do to him?! It doesn’t matter now, he needed to ESCAPE.

A door a door… There it is! Uh-oh, LOCKED.

“This can’t be happening!” - he shouted in despair - “Come on, open, open it!” - he glanced at the corridor and then saw the wolf approaching - “COME ON, I DON’T WANT TO DIE HERE!”

He tried again and no success. Whatever! Gotta go fast, Daisuke! He ran to the end of the corridor and went upstairs, ran to that dusty room and locked the door. At least that old bedroom saved his life!

“Okay I am the Belle” - he said with disgust - “And there’s a Beast. I’m trapped! I can’t leave! Help, I want to go home!!” - he sat on the floor and took his D-terminal - “Please work, I need to be rescued! Miyako, Ken, Iori, Hikari-chan, even Takeru! Come as soon as possible, I got separated from V-mon and now I’m inside a haunted castle, with a Black Weregarurumon chasing me!!”

Although the D-terminal system was badly-developed and with flaws, he was desperate to able to type something more or less that he was muttering to himself.

Meanwhile… V-mon was having a bad time. Unable to find Daisuke, he had to risk and leave the area. But his sixth sense was telling him to go to the north, following the wind and… Wait!

“Those branches on the ground are broken…!”

A clue!!

“Maybe if I go in the opposite direction… I may find Dai-- Huh…? I feel something… I smell smoke… A Firewood stove or a bonfire… Someone is around, maybe they saw Daisuke…!”

And then he left. Too bad he couldn’t evolve by himself without Daisuke’s D-3 (unlike the former Chosen’s partners, like Agumon or Gabumon). He was small and not so fast. But he had to give his best to save his friend, especially before letting anything bad to happen to Daisuke.

“Daisuke, please stay safe…!”

“No answers?!”

He was looking in awe at the D-terminal screen. It had been an hour and no reply. Also no signal of V-mon. And if he tried to leave the castle, probably that werewolf would appear and scare him again.

“This is definitely not my day…” - he whimpered - “Maybe I can try to find another exit, maybe a window in the ground floor, or a backdoor…” - he got up from the floor and opened the door a bit to lurk around the corridor. No signal of the kitty or the doge. That’s it, it’s your chance to try again!

He left the room calmly and without doing any noise, but he was sure the wooden floor would NOT cooperate with him. But he’s used to it, his home had those problems, noisy doors and floors, and he only had gotten caught a couple of times because he hadn’t paid attention to what he had been doing.

It was working. Yes, it was. He was able to reach the ground floor without calling anyone’s attention. Now head to the entrance hall.

This time he didn’t see the Weregarurumon there and felt relieved. At least the floor of the entrance hall was made of ceramic so no worries with a noisy floorboard. He touched the knob, He was so close…

“Hey!”

DANG.

“I’M CLEANING THIS PLACE AND YOU WON’T STOP ME!” - Daisuke yelled, removing his glove to use as cloth and polish the entrance door’s knob. A lie, of course, but he didn’t want to die. The Weregarurumon kept judging his behavior, and then Daisuke heard something odd.

“Seriously? Does she think this human is the chosen one?”

The digimon was rambling, ignoring Daisuke’s presence and giving the boy a couple of minutes to try and escape. But nope, Daisuke may be silly but he’s not dumb. He knew he couldn’t open the door and flee. The wolf would chase and bring him back to the castle.

Things could’ve been worse, like, some witch-like digimon appear and transform him into a frog! But he thought that part would’ve been too fairy tail-ish to happen… Except he believed in everything after getting a digimon, seeing vending machines on jungles and using PC monitors and TVs as gates to travel through the worlds.

Yup. Daisuke’s life is quite surreal but it was real.

“Listen,” - he put his gloves on again and walked towards the big wolf - “I have no idea why am I here, but I have a family waiting for me they will be worried in a few hours. If I disappear, they will call the police and then my friends will come here and will fight you and I don’t want them to do that. Let me go home.”

“You can’t,” - the Weregarurumon pouted. What a big baby - “She told me to bring you here, so you will stay here until you meet her.”

“Sure, meet her” - Daisuke narrowed his eyes - “No one told me WHO is her! Don’t tell me it’s the owner of this castle and she needs my help to do something. But couldn’t she call me INSTEAD?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“I know I’m more like a servant to the Digital World, but that’s no reason to kidnap me! That’s illegal in my world! Also this place needs a household. Really, was that the reason I am here? Nice, from the protector of the worlds to the janitor of the Digital World.”

“Watch.Your.Mouth.”

“Wait a minute” - anger came in when he realized what had happened when he had gotten separated from V-mon - “IT WAS YOU WHO HIT ME IN THE HEAD AND LOCKED ME IN THAT ROOM!?”

“Human, I told you to--”

“José,” - the Black Tailmon appeared behind them - “The dinner is ready.”

“D-DO NOT CALL ME LIKE THAT!” - the wolf hissed.

“Dinner?! But it’s still afternoon!” - Daisuke blinked - “It can’t be that late! It should’ve been afternoon tea or a snack, but dinner??”

“You know I won’t call you by that ridiculous name” - Black Tailmon said with an annoyed tone - “Especially because your real name is much better than that.”

“Wait a minute, José?” - Daisuke pointed at the werewolf - “You’re the José the kitty was talking about?”

“It’s Amis, not José!” - he growled - “Amis Lupe! Not José!”

“You sound like a grumpy friend of mine” - Daisuke smirked - “Seriously? That tough werewolf digimon’s name is José?!”

“I GONNA TEAR YOU INTO PIECES!” - Amis roared, showing his claws, but he glanced at the small kitten - “And you, you are not allowed to talk about it!”

“Well, look at you,” - Black Tailmon rolled her eyes - “trying to be someone who you will never be, hiding the truth from everyone. At least I’m who I truly am.”

He saw Amis glaring at the cat with wide eyes. She really had triggered something inside the werewolf.

“Huh?” - Daisuke frowned - “What do you mean by that?”

“Ah, the meal is ready” - she ignored Daisuke’s question - “If this makes it sound friendlier to you, human” - and then she left, walking calmly to the end of the corridor.

But the question kept bugging Daisuke. So the wolf has a secret…?

“Hey man,” - Daisuke started after an awkward silence in the entrance hall - “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to…--”

Knock knock, someone was there. He heard a muffled voice coming from outside and sounded like…

“Bu… OI” - he glanced at Amis - “Lemme open that door! I know who is there!”

“You won’t fool me” - the other snorted.

“I’m not planning to escape! If I need to stay here to see your master then I’m going to do whatever she wants first. I promise you.”

“Fine…” - Amis sighed, then the wolf opened the door. He couldn’t see who was outside, because it jumped on Daisuke’s arms. When he looked at the boy, he saw a...

“V-MON!! You’re here! I was worried that you wouldn’t find me in this place!”

“Daisuke!!” - V-mon was almost crying - “I’m sorry I thought you had been attacked by a digimon!”

“And I was” - he immediately glared at Amis. V-mon gasped.

“... I’m sorry” - Amis muttered, avoiding to look at Daisuke.

“But I’m fine, no one hurt me!” - he smiled at his partner digimon - “except…” - and here was Daisuke narrowing his eyes at Amis.

“I already said sorry!” - the wolf growled.

“Now let’s go home” - V-mon said expressionless - “I’ve found your soccer ball, but I… dropped it when I heard you screaming” - he gave Daisuke a disappointed gaze, lip quivered.

Daisuke put him on the floor, then patted the digimon’s head. With a smile, he replied:

“It’s okay. We can find it someday; I believe the digimon will enjoy playing with it. But no, I promised to stay here and do something I’m about to know right now.”

“What? Why do you want to stay in this place?” - V-mon didn’t understand it.

“Well, maybe they need someone to clean the house” - he laughed - “Maybe they needed someone able to do it. And this place deserves a retouch” - and looked around, now noticing all the details of that place. It looked like those movies from the Medieval period, except there were light bulbs and electricity. Well, this is still the Digital World right? That world had an Edo period city with some technology if he could recall it correctly - “Can you give me a hand?”

“Why one hand if you can have two?” - V-mon chuckled.

“No, I didn’t mean literally!” - he snorted and laughed again.

“Can we go now?” - Amis said, closing the door and analyzing V-mon.

“Yes, we can” - Daisuke answered - “Do you mind if I bring him with me? He’s like my little brother” - yep, he was referring to V-mon. Amis just shrugged, maybe the ‘lady’ wouldn’t mind that digimon anyway.

“He’s already here, unless my lady wants him to leave” - he answered calmly - “Now come. She must be waiting for you.”

V-mon and Daisuke looked at each other, but they followed the big guy. The door in the end of the corridor on the right was huge, leading them to the dining room: vast and gorgeous, with some red carpet, white walls with a few portraits and medieval-esque yet steampunk decoration. Amis led them to the table, and showed them their seats. It was a long table like the ones from the royalty, and it was filled with food, though Daisuke was finding that all suspicious and expected something bad to happen next. Like, being just an illusion and in the end a digimon appear to surprise-attack him. At least V-mon was with him now… He had a chance to evolve his partner and protect themselves… And escape.

They sat on their chairs, V-mon drooling because of the delicious food. But Daisuke… He kept finding something odd there, but he couldn’t tell what was it.

Suddenly, the other door from the room opened and a female silhouette appeared. The sun from the other room’s window couldn’t help Daisuke to see who was.

But the servants, the Gotsumons, closed the fancy door…

“Welcome, my noble guest. I hope you don’t mind for asking a little help.”

“H-Hikari-chan?!”

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Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV

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Thông tin chi tiết về Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV. Mọi thông tin thêm Quý khách có thể đặt câu hỏi tại mục hỏi thêm thông tin hoặc liên hệ với chúng tôi để được giải đáp.

Những điểm nổi bật của của Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV

Đặc điểm nổi bật

Hai dàn lạnh độc lập giữ độ ẩm và bảo quản thực phẩm tối ưu, không bị lẫn mùi.

Công nghệ Digital Inverter vận hành êm ái, tiết kiệm điện và bền bỉ.

Chế độ làm lạnh và làm đá nhanh chóng, đánh tan cái nóng mùa hè.

Chức năng làm đá tự động và lấy nước bên ngoài tiện lợi.

Thông số kỹ thuật của Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV

Thông số kỹ thuật

Kiểu tủ:Ngăn đá trên

Dung tích:380 lít

Số người sử dụng:3 – 4 người

Công nghệ Inverter:Tủ lạnh Inverter

Công suất tiêu thụ công bố theo TCVN:~ 1.05 kW/ngày

Tiện ích:Làm đá nhanh, Inverter tiết kiệm điện, Làm đá tự động, Dàn lạnh hoạt động độc lập, Lấy nước bên ngoài, Ngăn Cool Pack duy trì độ lạnh khi mất điện, Bảng điều khiển bên ngoài

Công nghệ làm lạnh:2 dàn lạnh riêng biệt (Twin Cooling Plus™)

Công nghệ kháng khuẩn khử mùi:Bộ lọc khử mùi than hoạt tính

Nơi sản xuất:Thái Lan

Năm ra mắt:2016

Hãng:Samsung.

Mô tả chi tiết tính năng của Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV

Sản phẩm tủ lạnh Samsung RT38K5982SL/SV sẽ có 2 mẫu thiết kế cửa tủ ngăn lạnh khác nhau (xem chi tiết ở bộ Hình sản phẩm).

Kiểu dáng sang trọng, màu sắc thời thượng

Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV là một sản phẩm có thiết kế khá sang trọng khi kết hợp các đường nét tinh tế trên thân tủ với màu xám bạc thời thượng tạo thêm sự chắc chắn. Sản phẩm này có thiết kế ngăn đá trên vốn đã rất quen thuộc ở thị trường Việt Nam, chiếc tủ lạnh này chắc chắn sẽ làm hài lòng ngay cả những khách hàng khó tính nhất.

Dung tích lên đến 380 lít

Dung tích chiếc tủ lạnh Samsung này lên đến 380 lít sẽ cho bạn có thêm rất nhiều không gian để có thể bảo quản, tích trữ thêm thực phẩm, sản phẩm này khá là phù hợp với gia đình có từ 3 – 4 thành viên.

Có ngăn lấy nước bên ngoài khá tiện dụng

Chiếc tủ lạnh này có thiết kế ngăn lấy nước bên ngoài để giúp bạn dễ dàng sử dụng hơn, bạn sẽ có ngay những cốc nước mát lạnh mà không cần chờ lâu nhất là trong những ngày oi bức, nắng nóng.

Đối với các sản phẩm tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV đang kinh doanh tại Đại lý nhà bếp SCO từ ngày 1-11-2018 sẽ có 1 trong 2 thiết kế ở ngăn lạnh

Khả năng tự động làm đá

Thêm một tính năng đáng chú ý nữa của tủ lạnh 2 cửa này đó chính là khả năng tự động làm đá, bạn chỉ cần cho nước vào khay, đá sẽ tự động được làm và chuyển vào hộp chứa, khi hộp chứa đầy thì tủ lạnh sẽ ngưng làm thêm đá.

Công nghệ Digital Inverter hiện đại giúp tủ lạnh vận hành tốt hơn

Công nghệ Digi giúp chiếc tủ lạnh Inverter này sẽ hoạt động cực kỳ êm ái, hạn chế tối đa tiếng ồn khi hoạt động, bền bỉ theo thời gian và giảm thiểu chi phí hàng tháng cho bạn nhờ khả năng tiết kiệm điện cực tốt so với các sản phẩm thông thường.

Hệ thống 2 dàn lạnh độc lập

Hệ thống 2 dàn lạnh này thiết kế ở mỗi ngăn của tủ lạnh có riêng một chiếc quạt gió, duy trì cực tốt nhiệt độ của từng ngăn, ổn định lượng nhiệt và hạn chế tối đa nguy cơ lẫn mùi thực phẩm ở hai ngăn với nhau.

5 chế độ chuyển đổi giữa 2 ngăn cực kỳ tiện lợi

5 chế độ chuyển đổi này sẽ giúp bạn sử dụng tủ lạnh đúng với nhu cầu hiện tại của mình :

+ Chế độ thông thường : Tủ lạnh sẽ hoạt động giống như các tủ lạnh khác.

+ Chế độ tắt ngăn đá : Ở chế độ này bạn sẽ tắt ngăn đá đi và chỉ sử dụng ngăn mát nếu như không có nhu cầu bảo quản thực phẩm tươi trong thời gian dài.

+ Chế độ tắt ngăn mát : Nếu bạn có chuyến đi chơi vài ngày và không có thực phẩm bảo quản nhiều bạn có thể tắt bớt ngăn mát để tiết kiệm điện.

+ Chế độ 2 ngăn mát : Bạn sẽ biến ngăn đá bên trên thành ngăn mát nếu như bạn đang cần thêm không gian để bảo quản thực phẩm.

+ Chế độ ngăn mát mini : Bạn sẽ tạm thời tắt ngăn mát và chuyển ngăn đá thành ngăn mát nhỏ nếu nhu cầu sử dụng của bạn là không nhiều.

Bộ lọc than hoạt tính giúp lọc sạch không khí bên trong tủ

Bộ lọc than hoạt tính được trang bị trong tủ sẽ giúp cho tủ lạnh của bạn đánh bay các mùi hôi khó chịu, nấm mốc hay vi khuẩn gây hại cho sức khỏe ra khỏi môi trường trong tủ.

Ngăn giữ lạnh Cool Pack khi mất điện

Nếu như vô tình xảy ra sự cố mất điện bạn cũng không cần quá lo lắng khi đã có ngăn lạnh Cool Pack với khả năng giữ nhiệt lạnh khá lâu, tới 8 giờ đồng hồ nên bạn sẽ không lo thực phẩm của mình bị hỏng.

Nhìn chung, tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter này là sản phẩm khá nổi bật với các tính năng hiện đại, mới mẻ mang lại sự thoải mái tiện lợi cho người dùng trong quá trình sử dụng. Vậy nên đây sẽ là một trong những lựa chọn hợp lý cho bạn và gia đình của bạn.

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CẨM NANG HƯỚNG DẪN SỬ DỤNG TỦ LẠNH

Dưới đây là những lưu ý khi sử dụng tủ lạnh mới mà mọi người cần chú ý:

– Sau khi mang tủ về, lắp đặt trên một mặt phẳng ổn định, chắc chắn và không cắm nguồn điện từ 4 tiếng đến 24 tiếng để tủ ổn định khí gas cho tủ. – Sau khi ổn định khí gas, bạn đã có thể khởi động tủ lạnh lên. Trước khi cho thực phẩm vào cần đợi một thời gian để tủ lạnh đủ lạnh để tránh tình trạng hư hỏng thực phẩm. – Nếu cần tủ dùng gấp, bạn có thể chỉnh nhiệt độ ở mức thấp nhất để tủ được làm lạnh nhanh, khi bỏ thực phẩm vào sẽ tránh được tình trạng hư hỏng thực phẩm. Trường hợp không cần dùng gấp, bạn nên chỉnh mức nhiệt độ ở mức cao nhất để tủ lạnh chạy không tải và hạ nhiệt độ từ từ, đảm bảo hoạt động ổn định cho tủ.

– Một số người dùng thường cho rằng tủ bị lỗi khi tủ lạnh đã hoạt động được vài tiếng mà vẫn không thấy lạnh. Đừng quá lo lắng về vấn đề này. Vì là tủ lạnh mới, nên tủ sẽ cần một khoảng thời gian để ổn định, sau 8 tiếng máy chạy không tải (không chứa thực phẩm) thì sẽ hoạt động bình thường. – Về thời gian đông lạnh với tủ lạnh mới, thời gian đông đá cho 1 – 2 khay đá viên là từ 2 đến 4 tiếng. Đối với đá lon tủ sẽ mất nhiều thời gian hơn. Cụ thể, nếu bạn làm từ 5 lon đá trở lên thì phải để qua đêm từ 8 đến 10 tiếng mới đông cứng được. – Không đặt tủ lạnh trực tiếp dưới ánh nắng mặt trời hoặc tiếp xúc với nhiệt từ bếp, lò sưởi hoặc các thiết bị khác. – Không được làm đông lại thực phẩm đã rã đông hoàn toàn. – Không để chai lọ hoặc vật chứa bằng thủy tinh vào trong ngăn đá, thủy tinh có thể bị vỡ và gây thương tích cá nhân. – Không đặt đồ uống có ga hoặc sủi bọt bên trong ngăn đá. – Không lắp đặt tủ lạnh ở nơi ẩm ướt hoặc nơi mà thiết bị có thể tiếp xúc với nước, lớp cách điện của các bộ phận điện tử bị hỏng có thể gây ra điện giật hoặc hỏa hoạn. Trong trường hợp đặt ở nơi ẩm ướt, bạn có thể lắp thêm chân đế cho tủ để đảm bảo an toàn. – Không nên cắm nhiều thiết bị vào cùng một ổ cắm điện. Tủ lạnh phải luôn luôn được cắm vào ổ điện riêng có mức điện áp định mức phù hợp với mức điện áp được ghi trên bảng thông số của tủ lạnh. – Không nên xếp thực phẩm quá chật chội bên trong tủ, vì lúc này hơi lạnh khó tìm được kẽ hở để tuần hoàn bên trong tủ, dẫn đến làm lạnh kém và người dùng lầm tưởng tủ lạnh bị lỗi. Khi xếp thực phẩm cần tránh đặt sát họng gió vì sẽ làm cản khí lạnh tuần hoàn trong tủ. – Không đứng lên thiết bị hoặc để các đồ vật (như đồ giặt ủi, nến đang cháy, thuốc lá đang cháy, chén đĩa, hóa chất, vật bằng kim loại,…) lên trên thiết bị vì dễ gây ra hỏa hoạn hoặc điện giật.

Nội dung Tủ lạnh Samsung Inverter 380 lít RT38K5982SL/SV được đăng tải trên Đại lý nhà bếp SCO - Đại lý Nhà Bếp SCO

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kenzymirror · 6 years

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Gîndul de luni, 21 mai 2018

Un nou moment al politicii externe duse de Klaus Iohannis sub semnul lui Nu facem nimic pînă nu întrebăm dacă avem voie s-o facem

Deși în multe rînduri în conflictul dintre arabi și americani, ba chiar și în cel dintre Palestina și Israel, am luat partea arabilor (sub conducerea mea Realitatea Tv in timpul celui de-al doilea Război din Golf a fost de partea arabilor, am luat atitudine față de Diversiunea Primăvara arabă și față de bombardarea Siriei de către Donald Trump), în disputa privind mutarea Ambasadei noastre la Ierusalim am fost categoric de partea inițiativei. Că așa cum se vede din declarațiile recente ale lui Teodor Meleșcanu, Guvernul dă înapoi, (PSD n-a realizat pînă acum un adevăr: prezența lui Teodor Meleșcanu în fruntea unuia dintre cele mai importante ministere ale Guvernării înseamnă dezastrul politicii externe a Coaliției, o bătaie de joc la adresa votului dat de electorat în decembrie 2016?), e o altă poveste. O poveste despre cea mai proastă guvernare PSD din epoca postdecembristă, la finele căreia, dacă nu se reformează, PSD riscă să se facă țăndări.

Mi-am justificat astfel poziția oarecum surprinzătoare într-un comentariu postat pe cristoiublog.ro în 3 aprilie 2018 sub titlul România va rata ocazia de a ieși din politica externă gen Nu îndrăznim nimic pînă nu întrebăm dacă avem voie să îndrăznim:

„Așa cum s-a văzut dintr-un text publicat de mine anterior, am salutat anunțul în perspectiva transformării sale într-o decizie răsunătoare, una prin care România să abandoneze, după ani întregi de fată cuminte a Europei, de țară care a făcut în politica externă tot ce i-au spus alții să facă, atît de nenorocita prestație de Babuinia a continentului. (…)

Decizia privind mutarea ambasadei se constituie într-o ieșire, chiar dacă surprinzătoare, șocantă, din blestemata politică externă sub semnul Nu facem nimic pînă nu întrebăm dacă avem voie s-o facem.”

În mai multe rînduri am atras atenția asupra acestei politici dezastroase în plan extern. După venirea lui Klaus Iohannis, dar mai ales după cedarea politicii externe de către Guvernarea PSD, în disprețul Constituției, lui Klaus Iohannis, această politică a căpătat accente dramatice. În bătăliile lor planetare Marile Puteri au nevoie de cît mai multe alte țări în spatele lor pe care să le invoce drept argumente. E o legitate a Istoriei. O țară precum România nu poate să rămînă deoparte de acest Război. Problema stă însă în acești termeni. Depinde cum e folosită această nevoie de România de chiar România pentru a-și rezolva propriile interese. La o adică poți fi curvă contracost sau curvă pe gratis. Dacă situația României e să fie curvă în orice Război între Marile Puteri, măcar să fie curvă contracost și nu pe gratis, ca acum. Pe vremea lui Nicolae Ceaușescu- am mai scris – orice reuniune a lagărului socialist convocată de Moscova trezea frisoane rușilor la întrebarea Ce va face delegația României? Prin urmare, grija numărul unu a Kremlinului era să contacteze pe români pentru a le vedea poziția și eventual pentru a negocia anumite renunțări la mandatul inițial. Celelalte țări ale lagărului socialist constituiau turma de oi a Moscovei. Aprobau tot ce zicea Moscova. De aceea, delegațiile celorlalte țări socialiste nu erau luate în seamă de ruși.

După admiterea noastră un UE, văzută de babuinii de la noi, drept un cadou făcut de marile puteri fetei în casă România, politica noastră externă a intrat în zodia lui Nu facem nimic pînă nu întrebăm dacă avem voie s-o facem.

După acapararea totală a politicii externe de către Klaus Iohannis, prin neglijarea de către PSD a acestei componente de esență a oricărui Program de guvernare, principiul Să cerem voie a devenit temeiul politicii noastre externe. Plantat de nemți în fruntea țării și grație BND, Klaus Iohannis s-a manifestat ca o slugă necondiționată a lui Merkel. Politica noastră externă a dispărut sub poalele Angelei Merkel, o dată cu capul lui Klaus Iohannis, vîrît dedesubt ca sub un patrafir. Prin urmare, România a devenit mai mult decît oaia din turma Marilor Puteri. A devenit oaia proastă a acestei turme.

Acest lucru s-a văzut cu putere în confruntarea dintre America și Germania. Germania trebuie să se prezinte în această confruntare cu arma teribilă care e armata oilor din Uniunea Europeană, înscrise cu sau fără știința lor într-o nouă Axă. La loc de frunte în această turmă se situează România. Prin urmare, dosarele de confruntare între Germania și America trebuie negociate doar de Berlin. Orice ieșire din rînd a unei țări din noua Axă strică ploile Germaniei. De aici toate întîmplările halucinante petrecute după inițiativa cu mutarea Ambasadei. Germania era pînă acum liniștită. Politica externă a României trecuse total în mîinile lui Klaus Iohannis. Și deodată, prin inițiativa, fie și timidă, a Guvernului României, politica externă era revendicată și de Guvern. Care Guvern s-a gîndit la o politică externă care să pună capăt principiului Să cerem voie doamnei învățătoare să avem voie. De aici crizele isterice ale lui Klaus Iohannis, intervenția SIE în viața politică internă prin rețeaua sa de ofițeri acoperiți (mai mare decît cea a SRI), plîngerea penală a mandolinistului Ludovic Orban, cel care pe cont propriu nu e în stare nici să meargă la toaletă fără a întreba dacă poate merge.

Politica lui Să cerem voie s-a manifestat și în relația cu Federația Rusă. Politica Germaniei față de Rusia e simplă. Ea, Germania, trebuie să fie liderul unei coaliții care să trateze cu Federația Rusă. Toate celelalte țări din sfera de influență a Germaniei trebuie să hămăie la Rusia. Germania va face ceea ce o taie capul față de Rusia. Cum România s-a așezat sub principiul Să cerem voie România e obligată de Germania să n-aibă nici o inițiativă în relația cu Federația Rusă. Drumul București- Moscova trebuie să facă un ocol pe la Berlin.

Recent, Valer Dorneanu, președintele CCR, răspunzînd unei invitații din partea CC a Federației Ruse a participat la o manifestare la Sankt Petersburg. Președintele CCR a justificat astfel inițiativa:

„Vizita în Rusia are loc la invitația Curţii Constituţionale a Federaţiei Ruse cu prilejul aniversării a 25 de ani de la înființare și a Forumului Juridic Internațional de la Sankt Petersburg, în condițiile în care Președintele CC rus a participat anul trecut la aniversarea similară a CCR”.

CCR nu e o instituție politică. E o instituție de specialitate, despărțită de politic la fel ca și Patriarhia de exemplu. CC a Federație Ruse a participat la un eveniment asemănător la București, la invitația CCR. Chiar și între țări aflate în dușmănii crunte, se folosesc instituții neutre politic pentru a păstra canale de comunicare. Inițiativa CCR a atras asupra lui Valer Dorneanu o campanie de o rară violență din partea Diviziei Presă. Digi 24, Realitatea tv, Ziare.com, unități militare ale Serviciilor subordonate lui Klaus Iohannis, s-au năpustit asupra lui Valer Dorneanu acuzîndu-l că a făcut jocurile lui Vladimir Putin. Un agent de influență al SIE, nefericitul Cristian Diaconescu, o epavă a politicii românești cîrpită în grabă și pusă pe apele mediatice, ataca gestul lui Valer Dorneanu pe următorul motiv într-o declarație pentru Ziare.com:

„În cazul unor sancţiuni economice cum sînt cele impuse de SUA şi de Uniunea Europeană Rusiei, în urma anexării Crimeii şi a crizei ucrainene, sancţiuni luate prin decizii succesive atît la Washington, cît şi la Bruxelles şi care vizează oameni de afaceri, bănci şi companii, o consecinţă este şi îngheţarea relaţiilor diplomatice, contactele păstrîndu-se la un nivel minim de reprezentare.”

Toate bune și frumoase. Cristian Diaconescu (e vorba de un fost ministru de Externe ale României!) justifică astfel realitatea că din 2013 la Moscova n-a fost nici măcar un subsecretar de stat dintr-un minister românesc. Realitatea că deși, potrivit unui acord România poate deschide un ICR la Moscova, conducerea ICR, dată de PSD tot ALDE, adică lui Teodor Meleșcanu, refuză să facă asta de mult timp, deși are toate condițiile și deși ar fi benefic să ne prezentăm și rușilor cultura română.

Numai că toate televiziunile planetare au difuzat la finele săptămînii trecute secvența în care Vladimir Putin îi oferea Angelei Merkel un buchet de flori în pragul reședinței sale de la Soci, cu prilejul vizitei speciale a cancelarului german acasă la Putin, aflat în weekend.

Cum adică? Germania își poate permite să facă o vizită la nivel de cancelar lui Vladimir Putin, nici măcar o vizită prilejuită de o manifestare internațională ținută la Moscova și noi, românii, n-avem voie să răspundem invitației adresate nu premierului, nu ministrului de Externe, ci președintelui CCR?

Pentru perioada următoare e anunțată o vizită la Moscova a președintelui Franței. Noi sîntem gata – cum ne învață Cristian Diaconescu – să înghețăm relațiile diplomatice, din cauza sancțiunilor. Ce te faci însă nu numai cu Germania, dar și cu Franța, țări și ele membre ale UE, ca și noi, dar care n-au nici o ezitare să facă vizite în Rusia la cel mai înalt nivel?

Campania dusă de Divizia Presă nu m-a surprins. Pusă de SRI și SIE în slujba temporară a lui Klaus Iohannis, cum s-a întîmplat și în confruntarea dintre Traian Băsescu și USL, Divizia Presă a sărit la Valer Dorneanu în virtutea politicii externe de sub poalele Angelei Merkel dusă de Klaus Iohannis. În această campanie însă a fost folosit argumentul că MAE a recomandat lui Valer Dorneanu să nu se ducă în Rusia.

MAE e o instituție mare. Nici acum n-a fost făcută publică persoana care a recomandat asta. E Teodor Meleșcanu? E un ofițer acoperit al SIE, MAE fiind practic o filială a lui Silviu Predoiu, cu ministru cu tot? Pe ce temei a fost făcută recomandarea? Sînt întrebări care n-au primit nici acum un răspuns. Că nu li s-a răspuns nu mă miră. Sub conducerea lui Teodor Meleșcanu MAE e unul dintre cele mai secretoase ministere. Nici nu știm dacă are un purtător de cuvînt. Dar că aceste întrebări nu și le-a pus premierul Viorica Dăncilă asta chiar trebuie să ne mire. Sau, mă rog, nu Viorica Dăncilă, ci Liviu Dragnea, adevăratul premier al României.

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