Sky News reports that a 28-year-old Palestinian woman, six months pregnant and suffering severe internal bleeding, was being transported from Qaryout in the occupied West Bank to Rafidia Surgical Hospital in Nablus when Israeli soldiers stopped her ambulance at the Awarta checkpoint.
Video shows Israeli forces detained the ambulance crew for more than 30 minutes, subjected the bleeding, critically ill woman to a physical search, and ordered the driver to turn off the engine, cutting power to the vehicle’s onboard medical equipment.
During the forced delay, a nurse was forced to deliver the fetus stillborn inside the stranded ambulance. The woman was eventually allowed to proceed to the hospital, where doctors performed emergency surgery and saved her life. The baby could not be saved.
Rewatched Oppenheimer and picked up on so many little details you miss the first time. Like how they keep telling Fuchs to get his head down during the test sequence, and it's later revealed he was actually a Soviet spy.
UK Civil Service salaries never cease to confuse me, you can either help manage the UK’s nuclear defence for £47k or you can make TikToks for Andy Burnham for £57k
A few people messaged me asking how I got the role with no experience. Simple answer is to find a start-up building something in an area where you have strong domain knowledge. Do some research on Agile on top and you've got enough to get through an interview.
@BasedRafz It's basically telling developers what to build and when to build it, you "own" the product so coordinate between all the different teams to make sure things get done the way you want
I like Thomas Tuchel, and he’s made some great calls during this World Cup, but he’s absolutely killed us in this game.
If he was brought in for his superior in-game management to Southgate when it mattered most, he has failed his biggest test - and failed it badly.
You look at PSG with the Champions League…
Man City with the Champions League…
Arsenal more recently with the Premier League…
You keep on knocking on the door, you keep putting yourself in contention…
You eventually win.
Two great goals from Argentina, we rode our luck 2nd half… it happens, we lost to the world champions.
Proud of our team.
Rodri in 2024: “When I turned 14, I went to this summer camp in the middle of the forest in Connecticut. Even the name, ‘Conn-et-ee-cut,’ sounded crazy for a kid from Madrid. But when I arrived, it was like I was stepping into a Hollywood movie. You know the movies where the kids go to the camp on a big lake and there’s wooden canoes and you’re climbing trees and sleeping in tents and starting fires with sticks? It was really like that. You’re eating the marshmallows and the biscuits, you know? Over the fire? With the chocolate?
S’mores. Incredible.
No phones. No Wi-Fi. I’m all by myself in a new country, trying to make friends. ‘Hello, I am Rodrigo. I am from Madrid.’ (My teammates are already laughing, I can hear them.) I was always saying, in my broken English, ‘OK, guys, when are we going to play football?’
‘Yeah, Rodrigo. We’re playing later. We’re gonna throw the pig skin around.’
I’m thinking: ‘The pig skin??’
‘Come on, bro. Like the NFL.’
Honestly, I kind of liked it. It was fun.
But I kept saying, ‘I want to play soccer, guys.’
‘Sawker? We’re not playing sawker, mayn.’
To make it worse, I actually arrived there during the start of the 2010 World Cup. I couldn’t even check the internet, so I was in pain. But there was a little computer in the office of the main cabin, and every single day, I would ask the camp counselors to tell me who won the games. Spain lost the first match to Switzerland, if you remember. I thought they were messing with me.
‘Switzerland? Really? You sure you googled it right?’
Anyway, time is going by, and Spain start playing better. Knockouts — they keep winning. Then the semifinal against Germany — I’m dying. I’m on a canoeing trip, I think. I keep asking the main counselor, ‘Please, please can you just find out the score?’
Finally, we get back to the cabins and somebody tells me: ‘Spain are in the final.’
I never felt so far from home, but also close to home, if you understand what I mean.
For the final, I begged the main counselor to let me watch on his computer. He said OK, sure. Then he brings out this computer, and it’s like a 10-inch screen. You remember those mini laptop PCs? It was one of those. Tiny. I’m thinking: It’s beautiful. I don’t care. Just let me watch.
I don’t know how we did it, because we were in the middle of the woods, but I must have found a stream that was not exactly legal, and I watched the final, surrounded by Americans who didn’t care about what was happening.
When Iniesta scored, I literally started screaming and I ran outside and sprinted around the lake.
‘Vaaaamoooooosssss!!!!!!!!!! Aaaahahhhhhhhhh ¡¡¡¡¡jajajajajajajaja!!!! ¡Viva España!’
The Americans thought I was crazy. They were shaking their heads.
They were looking at me like, ‘Wait, is the Spanish guy crying? Over the sawker?’
They couldn’t understand what it meant to me. They thought I was crazy. And maybe I am crazy.” https://t.co/iz5D3BWP4K
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