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@Charcastisch Sterkte .

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@Mirjam152 @HalleGdV @InesvanBokhoven Ja helaas :-(

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@marjaruigrok In de buurt van @Mrs_Disbelief !

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@massaschade Uit 2024?

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@jjvpeperstraten Wat zijn de ingredienten?

[Remy van Kesteren @remyvankesteren]

BIG NEWS 🤯
June 5, 2026 → my biggest show ever in TivoliVredenburg’s Great Hall.
30 years of harp. 20 on stage. 10 of my own music.
With the Leave What You Know crew + Metrocelli + my band.
Tickets on sale this Wednesday at 10:00

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

They tortured her for 45 minutes, holding her underwater until she nearly drowned.

She never gave up a single name. Years later, her brother named the world's most famous perfume after her.

Summer, 1944. Paris was still occupied, and Catherine Dior was dragged into 180 Rue de la Pompe, an elegant building transformed into a torture center by French collaborators working for the Gestapo.

They wanted names.

Who was in her Resistance network? Where were the others hiding? Who was sending intelligence to London?

Catherine refused to answer.

They beat her first. Then stripped her, tied her hands, and dragged her into a bathroom filled with freezing water. Again and again, they forced her beneath the surface until her lungs burned and darkness crept into her vision.

Each time they pulled her back up, they asked the same questions.

Each time, she gave them nothing useful.

The torture lasted forty-five minutes.

Two days later, they did it again.

Catherine Dior survived without betraying a single person.

Long before her name became associated with luxury and elegance, it belonged to a woman who chose pain over betrayal.

Catherine had been born in Normandy in 1917, twelve years younger than her brother Christian Dior. Their mother filled their childhood home with gardens overflowing with roses and jasmine, teaching both children to love flowers deeply.

That love would shape both of their futures.

But their comfortable world collapsed after their mother’s death and the financial ruin caused by the Great Depression. While Christian pursued fashion in Paris, Catherine stayed in Provence, growing vegetables and dreaming of flowers.

Then war arrived.

In 1941, while searching for a radio in Cannes to hear General de Gaulle’s broadcasts from London, she met Hervé des Charbonneries, a member of the French Resistance. They fell in love, and Catherine joined the fight.

Using the codename “Caro,” she gathered intelligence on German troop movements, delivered reports, and helped pass information to London—intelligence later used in planning D-Day.

By 1944, the Gestapo had begun closing in.

Catherine moved into Christian’s Paris apartment, where Resistance meetings were secretly held despite the enormous danger. Then, on July 6, she went to meet a contact at Place du Trocadéro.

It was a trap.

Twenty-seven Resistance members were arrested that day.

Catherine survived the torture at Rue de la Pompe, but the nightmare continued. On August 15, only days before Paris was liberated, she was deported to Germany and sent to Ravensbrück concentration camp.

Prisoner number 57813.

She endured forced labor, starvation, death marches, and years of physical damage that left her unable to have children. In April 1945, American troops finally liberated her near Dresden.

When she returned to Paris weeks later, Christian met her train.

He didn’t recognize her.

The sister he loved had been transformed by what she survived.

Slowly, Catherine rebuilt her life. She reunited with Hervé and began growing flowers professionally, becoming one of the first licensed female flower sellers in France.

Meanwhile, Christian Dior was building a fashion empire.

On February 12, 1947, he unveiled his first collection and launched a perfume. Searching for a name, someone exclaimed, “Ah, there’s Miss Dior!”

Christian immediately knew.

The fragrance would carry his sister’s name.

Not simply because she was elegant, but because she was courageous. Because she had protected others through unimaginable suffering and returned alive from history’s darkest chapter.

Catherine Dior spent the rest of her life surrounded by roses, jasmine, and lavender.

And every bottle of Miss Dior still carries the memory of a woman who endured torture, survived war, and chose beauty after brutality tried to erase her.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

He died with 200 children in a gas chamber, holding their hands until the end.

He was a father to 200 souls who had no one else in the world. As the soldiers shouted and the world collapsed into madness, he looked at his children and smiled, telling them not to be afraid because they were going on a trip together.

Janusz Korczak was a famous doctor and a brave Polish military officer who spent his entire life proving that children are the most important people on Earth. This wasn’t just a job for him—it was his life’s mission.

In 1912, he founded a very special place called the Orphans’ Home in Warsaw, designed specifically for children who had lost their parents and had nobody else to protect them. He didn’t just look after their health; he respected them as complete human beings with deep feelings and big dreams.

He even created a “Children’s Republic” inside the home, where the orphans had their own small government and even their own court to settle arguments fairly. To him, every child was a “precious gift” and a “creative flame” that adults were lucky enough to protect.

He lived by one simple, powerful rule: you haven’t done enough for a child until you have done everything you possibly can.

Because he lived by that rule, his responsibility grew even heavier when World War II began. When the Nazi occupation forced the Jewish population into the walled-off Warsaw Ghetto, Korczak moved all 200 of his children there to keep them together.

In a place filled with hunger and disease, he became their father figure, their doctor, and their only shield. He spent every day begging for food and medicine just to keep them alive.

Because Korczak was so famous and respected, he was offered several chances to escape to the “safe” side of the city and hide. He refused every single time.

He knew that if he abandoned those 200 children to save his own life, everything he had ever taught about loyalty and love would be a lie. He stayed because a father does not leave his children when the storm arrives.

The day they were taken away to the death camps, the streets witnessed something that looked more like a happy school parade than a march to a tragedy.

Korczak wanted to protect the children’s hearts from the terrifying truth, so he told them they were finally going on a trip to the countryside. He had them wash their faces and dress in their very best clothes. They marched through the ghetto singing songs and carrying a bright green flag.

Korczak walked at the very front of the line, standing tall in his military doctor’s uniform, carrying the two smallest children in his arms while the others clung to his pockets to stay close.

Even the enemy soldiers watching them at the train station were moved to silence by the sight of such incredible dignity. When a soldier recognized him and offered him one last chance to walk away, Korczak didn’t even hesitate.

“You do not understand,” he told the officer. “The children are not just my work. They are my life. I will not leave them now.”

In the end, he followed his children all the way into the dark gas chambers of Treblinka. He stayed true to his word until his very last breath, holding their hands so they wouldn’t be afraid of the dark.

When the chambers were opened later, they found him still leaning forward, surrounded by the sea of children who had huddled close to him for safety in their final moments.

Janusz Korczak was a man who had every excuse to run, every reason to save himself, and every opportunity to look away, yet he chose to stand in the fire so his children wouldn’t have to stand there alone.

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@mosselfluister @wespenvriend :-(

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@Boukjeboukje Ha! Die blik kennen we. Hier het verzoek om met de hazen buiten te spelen

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@WinterBornn 2

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@EmmavanDijk8 En wat als het huis minder waard was geworden? Wie helpt Jona dan?

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@IkwasinHaren Moxidectine is mijn favoriet

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@JoopSoesan @grok can you share the published paper with us?

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@hendrinadegraaf Écht. Oja en konijnen houden niet van knuffelen dus kinderen zijn er snel op uitgekeken. Neem liever een rat, als er toch harige vrienden in huis moeten komen; veel socialer en worden maar een paar jaar oud.

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@helpdeskert Met grote verbazing hoorde ik dat er werd gezegd dat hij niet vluchtgevaarlijk zou zijn .

[🪶Native Patriot 🇺🇸 @LaNativePatriot]

I have a memory very similar to this when I was 5

Kids appreciate this more than you know. Fathers don’t need to buy them tablets & other fancy toys.

Just invest time into them & occasionally flip them for fun 😂

[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

92 year old woman with dementia claims she doesn't know how to play the piano...

[Trevor Donovan HQ @TrevDon]

Amazing! 😂 Very clever 👏 well done!
Wonder if they won . 🏆