A friend asked me what I had, and the big blonde accused Ozawa of not wearing formal attire when he went to his house to sign a contract, and asked me to help Ozawa figure out how to respond in a way that wouldn’t be embarrassing.
If it were me, I’d say something like this
Ze always heard that when you go to a gentleman’s country, you should wear formal attire. Recently, the country of pirates, the land of tigers and wolves, the regular dress civilian clothes, has been in the body, robbing is not beneficial, foot why not introspection.
Ze if this answer, the expression of the golden hair should be more wonderful.
Of course, there is no script in life, there are just choices.
The driver and the Ukrainian people have already placed their bets, and at this point I’m afraid there is no capital to choose again.
In the same situation are the people of another country, Syria.
The Syrian civil war broke out again on March 6, and the west coast became the base of the old Syrian government forces, who relied on Assad’s hometown to fight against Jurani’s army, once again verifying the saying that either you take the country or you win the freedom.
It is easy to fight a country, but it is even harder to defend it.
In fact, Joulani’s entry into Damascus back then was quite a surprise and astonishing to the group, including Joulani himself.
The scene of this conflict presents a lopsided situation, with Assad’s side winning every step of the way and now occupying most of the west coast.
On March 8th in Latakia and Tartus provinces, Joulani’s HTS forces imposed a curfew and carried out revenge massacres against the Alawites and against the Alawites.
As of today, thousands of civilians are said to have lost their lives. One of the most ironic of them all is the famous anti-Assad opinion-maker Well-known female journalist Hanadi. Three of her siblings were killed by Al-Sham forces on the west coast of Syria, and her parents were forced into exile in pro-Assad areas.
The fighter, who once complained to the cameras about Assad’s long history of tyranny, is now kneeling in a makeshift morgue, wiping the blood from her siblings’ faces with her own hands.
The holy fire of the revolution she aspired to back then had finally reached her own house. The day she lost her loved ones, she wrote a complaint to the West in both Arabic and English.
I am sure that this time her article will be touching and tearful.
However, it is also possible that in her heart she still blames Assad. If she had not left in the first place, would Hanadi’s siblings not have been killed?
Now it seems that people thought that Assad’s departure was the liberation of Syria, but they didn’t realize that it was the liberation of Assad himself.
This conflict broke out as a direct result of Piggy throwing all his original promises into the Mediterranean Sea while going after Assad’s organization, which had ceded power.
Whenever people ask him, have the lives of the Syrian people improved?
He always raises his hand to show his Patek Philippe watch and says, improved, much improved.
When people ask him if the religious conflict has been resolved?
He always said with a heavy, worried face, please be patient for a little longer, Christianity and other sects will soon go to meet their true God.
Others asked whether there was enough food, and he said with a wave of his hand, “Don’t worry, more and more of the Syrian people no longer need food.
When asked the last question, had international relations with the outside world eased?
He was always confident that everyone from other countries except the P5 didn’t say much, and as for the P5 they were even more afraid to speak.
He said that he once had a friend who sprayed the P5 all by himself and gave him a dream yesterday, saying that junior high school life was colorful.
Over the decades, from Romania to Ukraine, from Iraq to Syria, the repetitive scene keeps playing out. It reminds me of a line in the House of Cards that politics requires sacrifice, certainly from others.
I’ll add one last thing, there are people who can recognize colors at the age of three, but can’t tell black from white for the rest of their lives. Long live your freedom!
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