clandestine operations

overwatch canon according to background info: the world has recently come out of one of the most violent and destructive wars in history and is now moving forward into a new era with the challenges of accommodating a new race of robotic citizens. a second crisis has broken out in russia and australia has been reduced to a nuclear wasteland. with the world in such an unstable condition, a group of heroes from the first war’s era, who had been disbanded following public denouncement despite their efforts to protect humanity, must come together to carry out clandestine operations in order to defend the very people who turned their backs on them

overwatch canon according to the game: twelve randomly selected people meet up and beat the shit out of each other 

The Braves - Chapter 3

Here it is … the third chapter of this WW2 story…

My deepest thanks to the awesome @dandelion-sunset for her beta skills, and to the fabulous @akai-echo for the banner she made for this story. My friends, you are incredible.

Of course, feedback is more than welcome …

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Morning came way too soon for Peeta, as it always did after his nightly travels on the other side of the Demarcation lines. He really hoped his proteges would make it to Portugal safely, in order to have safe passage to free lands.

He needed a coffee.

A real one. Not that chickoree or the roasted barley they were now forced to use, drinking it as if nothing had changed in their world, when so much had.

Just like any other day, he would have to pretend. Blame the nightmares that still plagued him for the circles under his eyes, pretend everything was right in a country, in a world gone crazy.

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sweetheart-yourewrong  asked:

What changed you mind and caused you to venture into the public eye again Artemis Fowl? (Hi I'm sorry this is dumb but I love your style and I'm excited for your blog)

A valid question, tumblr denizen “sweetheart-yourewrong.” Honestly, I’ve seen the financial merits of an online presence for years now, and have had multiple accounts under a handful of pseudonyms in the past. However, due to my clandestine operations and immature appearance, I decided to wait until I secured my reputation before making my true self known to the wide world of the web. 


The American Paratrooper Who Served in the Red Army During World War II.

When the United States entered World War II in 1941, Joseph R. Beyrle enlisted in the US Army and volunteered for the elite paratrooper service.  After completing paratrooper training and training as a demonlitions expert, he was assigned to the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division (Screaming Eagles) with the rank of sergeant. Little did he know where the winds of destiny would blow him. 

His first two missions were secret clandestine operations in which he covertly parachuted into German occupied France wearing bandoliers filled with gold, which he delivered to the French Resistance. On June 6th, 1944 Beyrle participated in the legendary D-Day drop during the Normandy Invasions. When his plane came under heavy fire he was forced to jump early and only 120 meters above the ground. Despite being separated from his unit, Sgt. Beyrle continued his mission, performing acts of sabotage behind enemy lines which resulted in the destruction of two bridges and a power station.  Unfortunatley a few days later he was captured by the Germans when he accidentally stumbled upon a German machine gun nest.  For the next 7 months he was held as a prisoner of war, where he became notorious as an escape artist, making several attempts, two of which were seccessful.  After each attempt, the Germans tortured, starved, and beat him, then transfered him to a different camp.  During his time in German captivity he was shuffled between seven different camps.  After his 7th escape attempt, which was successful except that he accidentally boarded a train for Berlin, the Germans sent him to a camp deep within Poland, with the idea that it’s distance from the Western Front would discourage him from further escape attempts.  Promptly after arriving at the camp in January of 1945, he successfully escaped and made his way to Soviet lines.

After his escape, he came upon the 1st Battalian of the 1st Tank Guards, where he met the famous lady tank commander Captain Aleksandra Samusenko, introducing her with the greeting, “Americansky tovarishch” (American comrade), while handing over a pack of Lucky Strikes. 

Wanting to get back into the war, Bayrle convinced Samusenko to allow him to join the Battalion. Samusenko agreed, and he was appointed a tank machine gunner.  For the next month he would serve with the Red Army, even taking part in the liberation of the POW camp from which he had escaped.  In February of 1945, he was seriously wounded after an attack by a Stuka dive bomber, and was evacuated to a Soviet hospital. During his recuperation, he met none other than the Soviet supreme military commander, Field Marshal Georgy Zhukov. 

 When Bayrle arrived at the US Embassy in Moscow, he learned that he was officially listed as dead, and that his family back home in Muskegon, Michigan had celebrated his funeral.  As it turns out, when he was captured during the Normandy Invasion, his uniforn and dogtags were taken and used by a German infiltration unit.  The German soldier wearing the uniform was unexpectidly killed in September, the corpse being recovered by the Allies and mistakenly identifed as Bayrle’s and buried in France.  Bayrle returned home in April of 1945, married in 1946 (coincidentally in the same church that held his funeral) and lived a happy life raising three children. In 1994 during the 50th Anniversary of D-Day, he was awarded with medals by both US President Bill Clinton and Russian President Boris Yeltsin at the White House. He was also personally awarded a specially made presentation AK-47 dedicated to him by Mikhail Kalashnikov.  Joseph “Jumpin’ Joe” Beyrle passed away in 2004 while visiting the paratrooper training grounds in Toccoa, Georgia. He was buried with honors in Arlington National Cemetery.

Covenant || three

Summary: You and Namjoon spend your honeymoon in Bali.

Story Summary: You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairy tale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Part: 3 of 8 || one || two  || four || five || six || seven || eight

Music: I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie (I remember my emo days.)

Words: 8,489

Chapter Three: Unboxing

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For anon:

You assumption is totally pertinent. Kishimoto just might have blighted narusaku. And NS as a couple won’t transform the ninja society without radical grassroot reforms. But why do I ship them? Because of my personal history with Naruto. I didn’t particularly ship them when I first became acquainted with Naruto - their dynamics just made them appear to be the most plausible pairing. Romantic love felt to be the perfect logical conclusion to their character evolution as depicted. A reasonable prediction of romance - this much was my involvement with canon narusaku.

After the Sasuke retrieval arc i watched Naruto pretty much sporadically and eventually lost interest in the anime. The concepts were intriguing though, so i almost exclusively retired to fanfiction. At that point of time, i wasn’t bothered by the problematic issues handled by the story, instead i was infatuated with a particular character. Exploration of core issues was secondary to my fave’s status as the protagonist. Anyways all my updates were sieved from fanfics and were not too thorough either. Gradually I cut back on my fanfiction consumption which had become too very addictive and hindered my studies. All i retained was the skeleton of the premise and the vague outline of characters. If you can believe it, I came to know about shippuden’s conclusion last year only.

You see, Naruto had been so much like opium that I had consciously refrained from getting involved with it a second time. Once in a while i would peruse my favourite fanfics and that was that. When i finally learnt about chapter 700, i was shell shocked. The thing i had been most curious about was not any pairing but Sasuke’s fate. And it was fucking anticlimactic to know about the resolution of the series.

You see, according to my past knowledge, NS had felt like a given. So my anticipation was all about Sasuke. Did he die at last? If yes, under what circumstances? If he lived, how did he manage to achieve closure about the Uchiha massacre? What was the final ethical stand of Konoha? Were all the troubling clandestine operations finally banned with punishment meted out for past offences? Where did the Konohans finally draw the line? Did group morality triumph over the personal? How was the ambivalence about good and evil finally settled? Ironically, Sasuke was the epicenter of all these questions and my interest was specifically arrested by his ultimate fate and its implications for the ninja world as a whole.

Needless to say, i was disappointed. No true resolution of the vexatious issues and the epic showdown monopolized by an overpowered duo and the main villain disposed of so erratically to introduce Deux ex machina style another supervillain. Madara’s philosophy actually merited consideration - sacrificing reality for freedom from pain. It deserved to be scrutinized and answered, even if ambiguously. But no. All it got was a simplistic appraisal before going altogether moot with Kaguya’s superfluous entry to the scene. God-like powers, a flimsy character background and sudden attribution of the shadow supervillain crown - it was a classic bullshit move.

And then came the pairings. It was the last straw. Not only the Byzantine intermeshing of NaruHina but also the fucking travesty done to my favourite character. The person she ended up being - it was a damn nightmare. And the person worst implicated in this sabotage was, most ironically to my consternation, Sasuke. As for Hinata, she went from being an almost invisible speck to the cynosure of it all.

For Sasusaku to be, NaruHina was needed. And the final product of this infuriating algebra was one parody of a Sakura Haruno. Which couldn’t have been possible without the undermining of Narusaku relations, a pathetically concocted sasusaku and Hinata appropriating and subverting the main story. Thus not only was the ending terribly contrived with no real closure, but my precious character was mutilated beyond recognition.

The lack of a mature resolution was disappointing, but THIS was aggravating like hell. I hadn’t felt so outraged for a fictional character all this time and this discovery was like a fucking cataclysm to my imagination. So from being complacently convinced about narusaku as an inevitability, i went to become a NS shipper with a vengeance.

And now without my childhood naivete, all that was invisible to me then became glaring enormities now. Thus I came to have two axes to grind but Sakura will always take precedence over the bungling narrative. Turns out it’s an attachment i can’t exorcize myself of despite the passage of time.

So yeah, NS wouldn’t have made any difference on its own while the status quo remained essentially unchanged with a cosmetic gloss over. But all the shoddy development leads inexorably towards the canonised pairings, making it the most obvious target for criticism. The tip of the iceberg, if you will.

For example, Kaguya was completely unnecessary if not for the intention of protracting the series with a new treasure mine of antagonists. Neji’s death was gratuitous as well, a preposterous contrivance to propel NaruHina. Remove the couples and new gen characters from the equation and you get so much space for a worthy denouement.

Now pairings were only necessary for a sequel featuring the next gen ninjas. Eliminate the pairings and you can instead concentrate on the immediate aftermath as well as the gradual reordering of the society. For this to have happened, no ludicrous change in the NS dynamics would have been needed, thus naturally culminating in romantic love.

Alternatively, instead of placing emphasis on conjoining them romantically, attention could have been paid to the new dialectics of Team Seven which could be considered as a microcosmic portrait of human impact of the ninja business with all its ambivalence.

The central canonised pairs are as static and complacent as the new Konoha. If you think about it, the lack of structural reform is mirrored by the stasis in personal relationships. There has been no substantial growth, both character wise and society wise. In Shippuden, private issues were inextricably linked with systemic iniquities in Konoha. Gaiden is all about children with daddy issues in a vaguely defined commune of the ninja with extraterrestrial dangers since issues endemic to their society got resolved magically.

Erasure of canon pairings could only be a small prelude to the radical restructuring of the ninja business, if not its complete annihilation. For me, narusaku embodies a shift from sentimental romance to a holistic revolution in the ninja universe that includes nuanced exploration of love. It is a pair that could be easily assimilated with the canon developments until the shinobi world war while functioning as the centre of the divergent narrative.

Such are the reasons for my ardent Narusaku love. Canon remains unaltered for the major part, the facile resolution is substituted with realistic (and consequentially arduous and protracted) measures that bring about genuine transformation and my precious character evades an abrupt, uncharacteristic and altogether debilitating transition.

It goes without saying that with Sakura eliminated as a romantic candidate for Sasuke, Hinata not playing usurper and continued emphasis being placed on team seven, Narusaku emerges as only one of many possibilities in the resultant tableau. It just happens to be the one I’d rather prefer.

P.S. Hope this suffices, dear anon. If not, feel free to enliven my sad, empty inbox:)

P.P.S: I didn’t dwell on Sakura’s character in a hypothetical tryst with Naruto since canon Narusaku is mostly impeccable as it is and doesn’t do Sakura an egregious disservice like another pairing. Sakura Haruno stays Sakura Haruno, not an emasculated shell of her essential self.

“We don’t call it ‘The Ghost’ for nothing!”

… and with that sentence, my friends, the Rebel Alliance realized that they need a Special Operations group.

A clandestine, 'black ops’ group able to go in, hit, and go out in a blink.

Or maybe stay for awhile and cause total disruption.

And no one, NO ONE is more suitable to be the group’s leader than a Twi'lek who once infiltrated and ultimately destroyed Grand Moff Tarkin’s Star Destroyer just to rescue her lover.


On Scarif, the Special Ops team – also known as the spectres – stood by ready to sweep in if necessary. But the ground team were successful in their objectives, so they leave again quietly and immediately.

That was why “General Syndulla” must be paged to come to the briefing room: The Spectres already had a clandestine mission to carry out, but due to developing situation, that mission was postponed briefly. By direct orders from the Leaders of the Rebel Alliance.

After the plans was received by Princess Leia, The Spectres immediately resumed their postponed mission.

anonymous asked:

Any Suitehearts headcanons?


-sandpup, father was originally from the city

-devout follower of the phoenix witch, legend has it he helps her bring dreams… if you cross him, they’re nightmares

-voluntarily goes into the city to meet with juvie halls, operates CLANDESTINE INDUSTRIES with the rest of the suitehearts; he helps bring lost souls into the desert and helps them learn the ways of the wild before sending them off on their own

-pretty violent at times, but he really just doesnt think

-has made out with at least a handful of draculoids



-city born

-was once a doctor, issued medication and developed it, also was a pediatrician

-he got in trouble after having multiple cases of serving the wrong medication to the wrong patient, holding illegal experiments, and testing medication on himself

-he had a cat that he had to leave behind ):

-he tends to be really cold to outsiders, sometimes its rumored he doesnt have a heart, that he has a big long scar running down his chest… nobody has been able to prove it, but nobody has been able to disprove it, either

-hes surprisingly not the medic, but he does work on gathering supplies and hes actually pretty decent at fisticuffs

-another rumor is that hes more vicious than sandman can be

-trivia wiz

-he burns so fucking bad so hes at a constant need for aloe vera

-hes really gentle with the kids they rescue and sometimes he sings for them when they cant sleep


-city born, was an idol/celebrity figure

-after a slipup in not taking his medication, he was disgusted with how he was portrayed in the city and what he was supposed to represent, hated the system of it all

-became a juvie hall, was underground for a very long time until he fled to the desert, wanted to abandon the city at all costs

-when he joined the zones he swore off all drugs of any kind so long as it had some mind-altering effect and even struggles with benzedrine sometimes about taking the medicine he provides when theyre sick/injured

-smartass, know-it-all, but it does come in handy, unlike benzedrine’s random trivia

-gets it

-LOATHES tommy

horse shoe

-neutral who got involved with killjoy bands

-joined the movement mostly because it was fun at first, then actually became involved in the message

-the witch likes him for some reason, he doesnt even believe in her really but he always seems to have luck on his side

-eats bugs

-not a great fighter but not the worst


-they brought up the sinners

-lesser known than the fab four but still a big name

-located where hollywood was

i have a lot more but this is all i can think of right now (^: i love my boys please ask me more about them!!!!

Day Thirty-Five

-An old woman attempted to give me $0.58 on a gift card. A teenage girl, $0.02. I do not know what inspired this sort of generosity to me today, but I hope it happens again on a slightly larger scale.

-I witnessed a small girl of four years of age learn what pockets are, learn that she had them, and learned that she could use them to hold stickers. Her life will be forever changed.

-My task for the day was to give register eight a deep clean. For those in the loop on my Q&A, this will register as a red flag, as this was where my mystery cache of stickers was found. We will see in the near future whether the emergency sticker rations were finite or not.

-A woman told me to have a good day. Her daughter responded before I could, “thanks, you too.” I do not know where the toddler in the stroller is off to now, but I wish her the best.

-Upon being asked if he had been able to find everything alright, a man told me that he had indeed been successful, even in finding his glasses after they fell off of his face. This man accomplished in one shopping trip what Velma Dinkley could not in forty-seven years.

-A young woman bought three boxes of beer. I asked for an ID. She told me, “You don’t need an ID,” followed by, “Oh. You do.” I respect this first attempt at a Jedi mind trick, but she has a long way to go.

-A woman came through my lane, accompanied by a young girl. She returned ten minutes later, once again accompanied by a young girl. However, these were two entirely different young girls. I do not know where the second was hiding during the first trip. I do not know where the first was put during the second trip. I sense clandestine operations amongst us.

-As a grandmother was finishing a phone call with her daughter, her granddaughter became distraught, shouting that the last thing she said had been a secret and she should not have shared it. The grandmother quickly yelled, “You didn’t hear that, that was a secret, goodbye,” and immediately hung up. This reassured the child instantly and the crisis was swiftly averted.

-A small girl was thrilled to receive a large strip of stickers. She gleefully informed me that she was going to share them with all of her classmates at school the next day. I envy her for the amount of friends she is going to be swimming in now.

-I said to a three year-old girl, “Hi!” A three year-old girl said to me, “Pee-pee!” I have finally found someone who I can understand.

-A small girl had broken her arm earlier in the day, and her mother bought her a large toy ice cream truck to make her feel better. The girl told me that this is what you get for breaking an arm. This ominous quote, tied with her serious gaze, worries me about what precedent this will set for when she turns sixteen and wants a car.

universallyinept-deactivated201  asked:

so i've been stalking your blog for like 2 hours now and your crime writing resources are amazing!! unfortunately though, i was unable to find anything on international espionage. i did find some stuff on the levels of classified information... but i'm in need of the nitty-gritty details of what a day in the life of an NSA or CIA agent would consist of? my heroine is an assassin for a federal organization i've created, but i'm still clueless as to what she would actually do day-to-day. thanks!!

These may be a bit general for your tastes, but they still may give you some insight into the agencies. 



Hope this helps! 

***These links have also been added to the resource masterpost under sections 002 and 026. 

Imagination: what if sourdough culture was a controlled substance that was highly valued much like methamphetamines, and a high school teacher started a clandestine black market culinary operation to earn some money on the side, immortalised in a gritty television drama Baking Bread??

Brain: *disgusted* shut the hell up

So I wrote this earlier

What in the name of the Lord did you just say about my person and character, you insolent whelp?  I will have you know that I am the foremost duelist of the Black Ribbon, have been involved in numerous clandestine operations against the Khanate, and have over three hundred confirmed kills.  I have been thoroughly trained in the arts of gorilla warfare and am the foremost sharpshooter in the entirety of the Neath.  You are nothing to be but just another speck.  I will wipe you out with speed, precision, and grace the likes of which has never been seen before on our Lord’s earth, mark my words for they are verifiably true.  You think you can get away besmirching my good name through the mail?  Think again, degenerate!  As I write this, I am contacting my rumormonger’s network across all the Zee and your address, as well as any secluded addresses you might think to hide at, are being tracked down, so you had best prepare for the storm, maggot.  The storm that wipes out the pathetic excuse for a life that you so desperately cling to.  You’re f_ing dead, boy.  I can be anwhere, anytime -through the help of mirrors- and can permenantly extinguish your life in over seven hundred ways, excluding the use of any weaponry.  Not only am I extensively trained in pugilistic pursuits, but I have access to the entirety of Her Enduring Majesty’s arsenal and I swear that I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable existence off the face of the Neath, you unrepentant slanderer.  If only you could have known what righteous retribution your little ‘clever’ comment was about to bring down upon you, perhaps you would have held your pompous tongue.  But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you are paying the bloody price, you slackjawed moron.  I will defecate fury all over you and you will drown in it.  You’re absolutely deceased, boy.

Guerrilla fighters of the Indian Special Frontier Force (SFF) in 1971. The SFF was founded in the early 1960s and raised mostly from Tibetan refugees who had fled into India. Originally envisioned for use against China in the event of a future conflict, the 9,000 man force first saw significant action during the 1971 War, deploying in the Chittagong Hill Tracts on the eastern border of Bangladesh, and engaging in clandestine operations beginning in November (prior to official involvement of India in the war).


1st Panel
Huey Freeman: Ahem… In this time of war against Osama Bin Laden and the oppressive taliban regime…

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Huey Freeman: We are thankful that OUR leader isn’t the spoiled son of a powerful politician from a wealthy oil family who is supported by religious fundamentalists, operates through clandestine organizations, has no respect for the democratic electoral process, bombs innocents, and uses war to deny people their civil liberties. Amen.

Robert Freeman: This is the last time you say grace, boy.

Aaron McGruder did not give a single f**k during the Bush era!

Joker Game Novel Translations: Book 1, Chapter 1 [Joker Game], Part 2/6


[Word count: 1689]

This part’s a little long, but was real fun to translate :3

I decided to number the annotations instead of using asterisks to make things a little easier. 


Also, toodles to @akiyamaa for suffering with me (and helping me draft the translations, i love you, i really do.) as we struggle to think up of insults for Sakuma to say -slapped-

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‘If I Sleep for an Hour, 30 People Will Die’
The story of a Jewish resistance forger who saved thousands of lives.

PARIS — It’s 1944, in occupied Paris. Four friends spend their days in a narrow room atop a Left Bank apartment building. The neighbors think they’re painters — a cover story to explain the chemical smell. In fact, the friends are members of a Jewish resistance cell. They’re operating a clandestine laboratory to make false passports for children and families about to be deported to concentration camps. The youngest member of the group, the lab’s technical director, is practically a child himself: Adolfo Kaminsky, age 18.

If you’re doubting whether you’ve done enough with your life, don’t compare yourself to Mr. Kaminsky. By his 19th birthday, he had helped save the lives of thousands of people by making false documents to get them into hiding or out of the country. He went on to forge papers for people in practically every major conflict of the mid-20th century.


Yup, more Titanfall. As much as I might hate the Smart Pistol in multiplayer, I have to admit that the design is pretty cool. I was going for a sleek bi-tone, Hitman sort of feel for my take on the SP-Mk6, since the concept art said that it was a favourite weapon of clandestine operatives and assassins. Stay tuned for a cool piece featuring this pistol soon!



MACV-SOG was a joint service high command unconventional war task force engaged in highly classified clandestine operations throughout Southeast Asia. 

He was given the title of “Studies and Observation Group” as a cover .. The entire staff was allegedly an analysis of lessons learned to this point in the Vietnam War, but was actually a group of SEAL special operations with different command authority and decision.


Photo of me and Amaranta Gomez Ti Muxe Zapoteca.

I attended to a conference related to gender issues and Muxes on the Tecnológico de Monterrey with Amaranta Gomez, muxe, political candidate and advocate for LGBTQIA and indigenous communities.

Ti (the preferred pronoun) talked about what ti calls “Identidades Genéricas Indígenas” which could be translated to “Generic Indigenous Identities”. It started with the issue of how indigenous people are seen around the world specially on the emotional and erotic aspect which ti believes even mexicans have this idea that only white people “the European” feel passion and have sexual encounters, ti joked saying “only the people in the north of Mexico feels and desires, the whites, the ones from Monterrey” in which the audience laughed a lot since people from here are known to feel superior from other states in the country.

Ti talked about the role of ti muxe in a lot of areas such as intersexuality, identity, feminism, virginity, migration, religion, the LGBTQIA community, etc… But mainly ti focused on the studies of indigenous identities and the importance of recognizing the transgender movement. Although ti said muxes can’t completely relate to this since it sometimes feel like this movement it’s saying “have operations and wear high heels, when I don’t need those operations and I’m actually wearing huaraches!” said Amaranta. And it also can’t be connected directly to feminism since a lot of feminists have an issue with the way muxes loses ti virginity.

One of the most essential part of the talk was when ti refereed to the problem of romanticizing muxes, there’s an actual belief that these people are somewhat holy in Juchitán and that they don’t suffer since it’s a kind of paradise to them. Well this is completely untrue. She attributes this misinterpretation to a statement two Spanish reporters made about them ages ago, but there are no privileges on the muxes community but only roles they perform since they’re acknowledged as muxes. Being a muxe it’s more than a sexual orientation: it’s a third gender.

Amaranta talked a lot about the problems muxes are getting into related to modernity: the peer pressure of operations, clandestine injected oils that can end up in mutilated body parts, but mainly the problem it’s related to work: when prostitution and styling end up being the only options for them causing migration to Mexico City.

So I was very curious about this part related to facts and myths about the muxes community, since I did learn about muxes on the internet specially on photographs in tumblr and a video made from VICE, so I asked ti about it to what ti said the problem with this investigators and photographers is that they only stay in their communities for a week or so not giving enough time to actually get to know ti, there’s not a “muxe paradise”, the part of muxes being very festive shouldn’t be the only element characteristic about ti since they actually have a very interesting social compromise between the community.

So finally Amaranta pointed out not wanting to just be folklore of investigators and photographers with the idea that they are doing well, yeah there’s been progress like the big step they did on participating on labor and politics, but there are still challenges in which the talk ended with a phrase that could be roughly translated to: “We refuse that history deny us and disappear us”