https://www.aljazeera.com/features/2024/9/13/could-marxist-anura-dissanayake-become-sri-lankas-next-president People who are familiar with Sri Lanka, what do you think of this? Is this party promising? Are they really Marxists?
ComradeSpahija
I'll take more pictures of the cards once I get home.
Immediately after I post I see this and I guess this is actually the closest thing to a descriptor for me if we're going the yakubian route
Now that I think of it, HK-SC-012 might be a good descriptor. Of course I have no idea what it refers to but I'm going by instinct here
I have bet a box of chocolates on a Trump victory in 2020; I don't want to lose any more chocolates. This is the extent of my thoughts on the election (I am not a Burgerlandian)
I'm First ~~Lady~~ Enby
My German friend's late father was obsessed with China and had tons of Chinese stuff, and she didn't know what to so with them so she let me look if something caught my eye, and this surely did. I'm afraid I have no idea where you'd find some of these.
I'm glad I didn't have to move my train journey too, that would have been a shitty way to end the trip
Today is my least full day in Germany and the last day of my holiday too. Tomorrow, I'm back home in France, and preparing for uni which starts next week. It will have been a fun trip, and surprisingly not much ever got wrong: not bad for my first true solo trip!
Fantastique!
Well I am indeed actively refusing to drink, under normal circumstances (there isn't really a deep reason why, I just don't like to be drunk, and especially since I get drunk quite easily I prefer to just never drink alcohol); this time was an exception given the situation, it felt awkward to refuse when I couldn't even speak Russian to explain why, and I found the whole thing so absurd that it felt more funny than anything to give in that one time.
Funnily enough this isn't the only time I've "had to" invest alcohol on this trip: yesterday I was eating in Limburg, Germany, and I wanted an Apfelschorle but I instead recieved cider, which I only realised once I had ingested some because it basically is the same thing but with a bit of alcohol. But since it was "just" cider, the shame of going back and explaining in my broken German that I wanted something else got the better of me. Maybe I would've said it if I didn't drink at the Russian border a few weeks before. First as a tragedy, second as a farce...
Once I'm back in France I'm going back to my normal dogmatism on the matter.
God I love trains