The search for Berlin Christmas market attack suspect is underway

  • German authorities confirmed on Wednesday that a massive search is underway for a man suspected in Monday’s truck attack.
  • German authorities announced they are searching for Anis Amri, 23, a Tunisian national, in connection with Monday’s attack. 
  • Amri may be armed, authorities said. Amri’s residence permit was reportedly found in the cab of the truck. Read more

Here’s a selection of countries the US advises against travel to. 

  1. Afghanistan
  2. Iraq
  3. Lebanon
  4. Libya
  5. Pakistan
  6. Tunisia

Here’s the number of citizens of those countries who were awarded US permanent residency permits in 2015:

  1. Iraq: 21,107
  2. Pakistan: 18,057
  3. Afghanistan: 8,328
  4. Lebanon: 2,813
  5. Libya: 734
  6. Tunisia: 518

How is this not fucking insane?

Eurovision 2016: Google Translate edition
  • Inspired by @eurovision-everyday 's posts : )
  • I translated every song's title in 5-10 random languages and then translated it back to English.
  • Albania: Will do it
  • Armenia: Wool love
  • Australia: Only plata
  • Austria: Location
  • Azerbaijan: Miracle
  • Belarus: Trick help
  • Belgium: What is the problem
  • Bosnia & Herzegovina: Love
  • Bulgaria: When love is a crime
  • Croatia: Lighthouse
  • Cyprus: Other independent
  • Czech Republic: Just
  • Denmark: Like soldiers
  • Estonia: Games
  • FUR Macedonia: Woman
  • Finland: Psalm to
  • France: Sought
  • Georgia: Gold midnight
  • Germany: Show
  • Greece: No nation
  • Hungary: First
  • Iceland: Provide
  • Ireland: Day
  • Israel: Stars
  • Italy: Not on secession
  • Latvia: Heartbeat
  • Lithuania: I’ve been waiting all night
  • Malta: Get on the water
  • Moldova: The fall of the stars
  • Montenegro: Real
  • The Netherlands: Slow
  • Norway: Icebreaker
  • Poland: Color your life
  • Russia: Will
  • San Marino: I do not know
  • Serbia: Welcome (temporary residence permit)
  • Slovenia: Add red, blue
  • Spain: I congratulate them!
  • Sweden: If the damage
  • Switzerland: Category
  • Ukraine: Another nine hundred forty-four
  • United Kingdom: This

INDIA, Abhaneri : Indian men walk down the steps of the historic Chand Baori stepwell  in Abhaneri village of western Rajasthan state on September 24, 2015. For a few hours on one day each year, local residents are permitted to descend into the 100-foot-deep, 1,200-year-old stepwell, as Hindu devotees in the area mark a local festival, at the same time as Hindus worldwide observe Ganesh Chaturthi festivities. Chand Baori is one of the oldest and largest stepwells in the world, with some 3,500 steps laid out in a geometric design down to the water at its base. AFP PHOTO / ALEX OGLE                        

Park Dae-im was drafted by the Japanese Imperial Army in 1934 and forced into prostitution in the service of the Japanese troops invading China. She was sent to a euphemistically-named comfort station in Mukden, now Shenyang, China, where she received a residence permit for foreigners, which she has kept with care as proof of her past.

(5/7) “Everything that wasn’t destroyed in our house was stolen over the next two days. We left with nothing. I can’t even pay the rent of this apartment. I’ve been in Turkey for two years now. I’m dead here. I have no life, no respect, and my children aren’t going to school. I have a PhD but I’m not allowed to work without a residence permit. There is a university here that is teaching with a book I wrote, but still won’t give me a job. In order to survive, I’m forced to create designs and give them away to Turkish citizens, who take all the credit and pay me barely enough money to cover the costs of my materials. This year I created blueprints for a giant construction project of 270 big houses. I was paid maybe one percent of what a Turkish citizen would have earned. There is no respect for my work here. Only money is respected.”

(Istanbul, Turkey)

Burger time!

Well, I went to the Immigration place and got my residence permit. They tried to make me do a Dutch course and this whole naturalisation thing like a test about the Netherlands but I think it was a mistake. The lovely ladies at school admin rang them and sorted things out for me. Glad that’s over now!

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Des examens médicaux à la chaîne

Pour obtenir un “resident permit”, Tim et moi avons du faire une batterie d'examens médicaux afin de prouver notre bonne santé.

Le matin du mardi 15 novembre nous sommes allés au centre de santé et des voyages internationaux du Sichuan. Nous avons rempli un questionnaire pour constituer notre dossier. La liste d'examens à effectuer est copieuse: analyse d'urine, prise de sang, électrocardiogramme, radio des poumons…

Nous nous rendons au 3ème étage pour la prise de sang. Et là, choc culturel ! Une file de gens attend devant une vitre. Derrière celle-ci, la biologiste, chargée des prises de sang. Pas de banquette inclinée, pas d'intimité. Quand notre tour arrive, nous nous asseyons sur un tabouret et glissons notre bras dans le trou de la baie vitrée pour se faire prélever deux petits tubes de sang. La bonne nouvelle c'est que la biologiste ne rate jamais la veine et ne fait pas mal… Piquer à la chaîne des centaines de personnes toute la journée, tous les jours ça aide à avoir la main !

Nous avons également fait pipi dans deux petits pots que Tim a donné à la biologiste, voisine de la preneuse d'hémoglobine. Passage plutôt drôle car Tim s'est un peu mélangé dans les petits récipients et au moment de mettre les noms des propriétaires dessus, il y a eu un petit moment de flottement…

Nous descendons ensuite à l'étage inférieur pour les autres examens. On passe de salle en salle, de consultation en consultation, de machine en machine. Contrôle de la vue, tension, poids, taille…Les examens sont expédiés.  L'électrocardiogramme vaut le détour dans son genre. On s'allonge, l'infirmière met des sortes de pinces aux chevilles et aux poignets (un peu flippant…) ainsi que des électrodes au niveau du coeur. Et hop, au bout de trente secondes, c'est bouclé ! L'échographie dans la salle à côté bat également des records de vitesse.

On descend au premier étage pour le dernier examen: la radio des poumons. Là non plus, hors de question de s'attarder. Les hommes enlèvent pull et t-shirt devant tout le monde. Les femmes, heureusement, ont le droit à plus de pudeur. On se déshabille derrière un paravent pour enfiler une blouse. Mais homme ou femme, l'infirmier fait preuve de la même délicatesse rugueuse pour nous placer contre la plaque de la radio.

C'est fini. A la sortie, on nous donne le papier pour récupérer les résultat et deux petites briques de lait sucré…

Uncertainty is my biggest fear.

How long will I be gone? What’s the process for dealing with this? Will I ever get to live here again, or am I stuck with a stressful last semester?

I know it has to work out, but it still terrifies me. It’s not like I’m going somewhere completely unknown; I’ll be with my parents and Minnie and all of my books and stuffed animals. 

But it’s stressful. I’m tired and know I won’t sleep for the next few days. I leave tomorrow morning and pleading with the universe to give me the hugs of every friend I’ve ever made.

Time to lengthen my residence permit. It was surprisingly painless, so hope that isn’t a sign that I didn’t triple check everything and all the uploaded files are crappy quality. Once we got to the end the Swede goes “ it costs money!?” ( oh, dear, sweet boy…) and he was like “you’d better get the right to get CSN or something, I mean I’ve paid nothing to live here”

Hope everything goes smoothly and it doesn’t take too long to get the result.