AC - Hoffnung

Egal ob wir es wollen / können oder nicht: wir Menschen brauchen einander. Mal mehr mal weniger. Einzelne auszuschließen löst nichts. #nowar

[N. Schmid ⚡️☀️💨💧🔋 @N_Schmid]

@grok @BaT_MaN_23 How many solar power plants to charge electric cars could be purchased with that amount at $0.7/W ?

[Prof. Stefan Rahmstorf 🌏 🦣 @rahmstorf]

@anika_climate Of course. Tens of thousands of independent climate scientists working around the world are all corrupt, and only a bunch of fossil fuel lobbyists see the truth.
Do you believe that nonsense or do you just think your followers are so dumb that they buy it?

[Björn Stengel @bjoernstengel]

Es zerreißt mir das Herz.
Diejenigen, die absolut nichts dafür können sind die Leidtragenden. 😥

[KATY PERRY @katyperry]

I am deeply appalled and angry to see “Firework” used on the @WhiteHouse TikTok account as a backing track for video footage of military strikes. I did not approve this, I was not asked, and I absolutely do not condone it.

I wrote this song to be an anthem of hope, healing, and inner strength for people going through their darkest personal moments. To see a message of self-worth and upliftment weaponized to soundtrack destruction and violence is a complete violation of everything my song stands for.

My music is for bringing people together, not celebrating warfare.

[Camus @newstart_2024]

To fall asleep you first have to forget where your body is.

Andrew Huberman explained that one of the key steps into sleep is losing track of body position. An old technique that circulated years ago involved slowly moving the eyes side to side, then in circles, then toward the nose while exhaling. He tried it and often woke up the next morning without remembering the transition.

A pair of researchers at MIT later built on the same idea with a sleep mask that gently stimulates the muscles behind the ears, creating the eye movements for you. Huberman said it can drop people into sleep in under six minutes. You feel a light twitch at first, adjust it, and then the eyes simply start moving on their own. He has no financial relationship with the company.

A simple physiological lever most of us never think about.

[Prof. Stefan Rahmstorf 🌏 🦣 @rahmstorf]

Yesterday afternoon 14:09 in Lacanau Océan in France. A pale red sun through smoke tinged everything in Mars style orange.
Welcome in the climate emergency!
Despite all denial of the fossil fuel lobby, it’s scientific fact:
CO2 emissions heat up Earth & make fires worse. 🔥🔥🔥

[World of creativity @AasimHanch76119]

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[Volcaholic 🌋 @volcaholic1]

When you're told to evacuate, evacuate! The speed of this forest fire in Navas del Rey, near Madrid, Spain is terrifying.

It took 8 minutest to reach the camera.

[𝙋𝘼𝙉 @Panzerouso]

Hay una señora argentina en Instagram que se dedica a enseñar pasos de baile.

[Rémi Kasprzyk @KasprzykRemi]

Cette photo mérite absolument tous les prix. Elle a même sa place au Louvre.

Elle relate précisément l’inertie de l’individu face à l’effondrement.

Regardez la composition. Un chef-d’œuvre involontaire.

Au premier plan, le sable doré, les tongs abandonnées, la glacière. Le décor ordinaire du bonheur estival. Deux personnages assis, de dos, comme dans un tableau de Caspar David Friedrich. Sauf que Friedrich peignait des hommes contemplant le sublime. Ici, ils contemplent la catastrophe. Et ils ne bougent pas.

Au centre, le parasol. Publicitaire, criard, dérisoire. Un pastis face à l’apocalypse. C’est presque trop parfait : la France qui prend l’apéro pendant que le monde brûle. Aucun scénariste n’aurait osé.

Et puis le ciel. Les deux tiers de l’image. Cette muraille de fumée qui avale la lumière, ce dégradé d’ocre et de noir digne d’un Turner. La nature qui reprend la palette des maîtres pour peindre notre propre fin.

La femme photographie l’incendie avec son téléphone. Mise en abyme totale : nous documentons notre disparition au lieu de l’empêcher.

Cette image dit tout. Le déni, le confort, l’habitude. Nous sommes tous sur cette plage. Nous voyons tous le nuage. Et nous restons assis, parce que l’eau est bonne et qu’on a posé nos congés.

Les historiens de l’art parleront un jour de cette photo comme on parle du Radeau de la Méduse.

Sauf que cette fois, le naufrage, c’est nous qui le regardons depuis la plage.
💔🌍

[dominic dyer @domdyer70]

Scotland has just done something quietly brilliant for its birds 🐦

New buildings across the country will now have to include "swift bricks", hollow bricks built straight into the walls that give birds a safe place to nest.

It sounds like a small thing but it isn't. Swift numbers in the UK have fallen by around 60% since the mid-1990s, and one of the biggest reasons is heartbreakingly simple: modern buildings have nowhere for them to go. Swifts have always nested in the nooks and gaps of our houses, and as those disappeared, so did they.

The birds themselves make it worse by being loyal to a fault. Swifts return to the exact same nest site year after year, having flown thousands of miles from Africa to get there.

When they arrive to find it sealed up, some will keep flying at the spot again and again, sometimes injuring themselves in the process.

The bricks cost about £30 each. They need no maintenance, they don't affect insulation, and once they're in the wall, you'd never know they were there. Sparrows, starlings and house martins use them too, all species in trouble for the same reason.

One RSPB conservationist put it starkly. In his part of Glasgow, not a single swift bred in 2025, the first time in his 30 years there. He called it "nothing short of heartbreaking."

Scotland is the first country in the UK to write this into law. Campaigners are now hoping the rest follows.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Nelson brayed on Wednesday, which he has done twice in his life, and both previous times it was about hay.

This was not about hay.

You have to understand Nelson to understand the size of it. He is a small grey donkey who came free with a horse and has spent every day since assessing the world and finding almost none of it worth a reaction. A pheasant out of the hedge: beneath comment. A carrier bag on the wind: management's problem. The farrier, the vet, Martin the postman at the gate every single morning: all filed, long ago, under fine. Nelson does not spend adrenaline. He has a lifetime's supply precisely because he has never once dipped into it for anything that did not concern the hay.

Hector is the one who comes apart. Seventeen years a Cavalry Black, seventeen hands of trained composure, and still, in a quiet field, undone by small things with no rules to them. And undone completely, every time, by the one thing that has never had a rule: Nelson leaving the field.

On Wednesday it was the other way round.

Hector went down in the morning and did not get up cleanly. Nothing dramatic to look at, a big old horse struggling on wet ground to fold his legs back under him, the way big old horses sometimes do, more indignity than danger. But he was down, and he was working at it, and he was not managing it, and the field was suddenly a place where the large warm reliable thing was not upright.

Nelson stood over him.

Then Nelson, who assesses everything and hurries for nothing and does not raise the alarm because in his considered view nothing is ever worth waking a tired horse for, raised the alarm. The full cracked bugle of it, flung down the lane, on and on, a donkey who does not do this doing this, until the farmer came out of the house at a run, because a silent donkey suddenly loud means something is wrong in a way a noisy one never could.

The farmer got Hector up. It was fine. It was, in the end, a big horse and a bad patch of ground and a bruised dignity, nothing more.

Nelson stopped the moment Hector was on his feet.

He has not mentioned it since. He went back to the hay. He has assessed the incident and, by every sign available, filed it under dealt with.

But he broke his own rule for it. In a whole life of spending no adrenaline on anything, he spent all of it at once, on the one thing he has never admitted to caring about.

Hector is grazing this morning, upright, enormous, fine.

Nelson is beside him, in the dry corner, first at the hay, saying nothing.

He would tell you it was about the hay.

[Give A Shit About Nature @giveashitnature]

The North American Butterfly Association has some choice words for butterfly releases: "a particularly long-lasting form of environmental pollution."

Harsh, but you'll see why in a minute.

Commercially farmed butterflies are raised in crowded conditions that breed a parasite called OE (Ophryocystis elektroscirrha). When farmed monarchs are released, they can carry that parasite into wild populations that are already at record lows.

Infected monarchs often can't emerge from the chrysalis properly, or emerge with crumpled wings they can't fly on.

Disease isn't the only concern. Farmed monarchs may carry genetics poorly suited to wild survival, including disrupted migration instincts.

Monarch populations have dropped roughly 80 to 90% in recent decades. The last thing they need is boxes of farmed butterflies introducing disease at weddings and funerals.

If you want butterflies, plant native milkweed and nectar flowers at your new home together instead. You'll get wild butterflies in droves, the kind that belong there, for years.

[#MadeInGermany2035 🇪🇺🤝🇩🇪 @42tw1tter1sd3ad]

»Wir befinden uns an einem schwierigen Berg in einem steilen Teil der Wand. Abzusteigen ist keine Option mehr.«
Das sagt der Chef von Vattenfall und warnt eindringlich vor den Plänen von KathErina (das E steht für EON) Reiche.
Die Leute realisieren immer noch nicht wie sehr wir ins Hintertreffen geraten werden und damit komplett den Anschluss verlieren wirtschaftlich, wenn wir jetzt den Ausbau der EE so abbremsen, nur weil wir zu unwillig sind entsprechende Maßnahmen zu treffen (Strompreiszonen, Netzausbau, Digitalisierung...)

[Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺 @Axaxia88]

Gretel is a very pregnant rescue pig mama who gently and lovingly built a cozy little nest for her babies soon to arrive. Can you guess how many little piglets she has? They are such an adorable family! 🥰💗

She is the happiest mother in the world. The whole time she was preparing the birthing spot, her tiny tail was wagging nonstop with pure joy and excitement she couldn’t contain. Then she hopped out of the nest so innocently and playfully, just like a little girl frolicking in the morning sunshine ✨

So heart-meltingly sweet! ❤️

[Carl Bovis @CarlBovisNature]

If you think photographing birds in flight is difficult, you want to try moths! 😅
This is a wonderful Hummingbird Hawkmoth, photographed yesterday from my bedroom window, just as it banked around to change direction! 😀😍 Just look at that proboscis 😁🦋

[Ricarda Lang @Ricarda_Lang]

Hey @_FriedrichMerz, Sie wollten doch was gegen hohe Krankenstände machen - wie wäre es, die Psychotheraphie nicht kaputt zu sparen?

[Alice @AliceBunnyland2]

Playboy just posted this on Instagram and I think that’s cool and important so I’m gonna post it here as well :) yay harm reduction

[DJ P.R. 🙄 @djpr]

Wer Hunderte Wohnungen erbt, gilt als schützenswert. Wer Wohngeld benötigt, als Einsparpotenzial. Diese Regierung verteilt die Lasten nicht danach, wer sie tragen kann, sondern danach, wer sich am wenigsten wehren kann. Und der Klassenkampf von oben führt in den Umfragen folgerichtig nach unten.

[Anna @AnnaDeMilanese]

🇺🇦🇷🇺 laut ukrainischem militärgeheimdienst GUR leben inzwischen 200.000 bis 300.000 russische staatsbürger auf der annektierten Krim.

Der GUR spricht von einer gezielten Umsiedlungspolitik:
Bis 2042 sollen allein nach Sewastopol weitere 130.000 Russen ziehen. In den besetzten Gebieten von Donezk, Luhansk, Saporischschja und Cherson lebten 2024 bereits 200.000 russische Staatsbürger sowie 100.000 Arbeitsmigranten aus Zentralasien und dem Kaukasus – allein seit Anfang 2026 kamen rund 10.000 weitere Arbeitsmigranten in die besetzte Region Donezk.

Angelockt werden Umsiedler mit doppeltem Gehalt, Mietzuschüssen von bis zu 7.210 Rubel täglich und Tagegeldern von bis zu 8.480 Rubel – macht bei "Beamten" über 470.000 Rubel (rund 5.000 Dollar) im Monat, das Achtfache des russischen Durchschnittsgehalts.

2025 verteilte Russland zusätzlich 4.000 Grundstücke auf der Krim an eigene Soldaten – enteignetes ukrainisches Land.

Parallel bricht die ukrainische Bevölkerung in den besetzten Gebieten ein: 2025 lag das natürliche Bevölkerungswachstum im besetzten Teil der Region Donezk bei minus 9,9 Promille, 2,4-mal schlechter als der russische Durchschnitt.
Der Donbass schrumpfte seit 2001 von 7,37 Millionen auf 3,75 Millionen Einwohner (Anfang 2024) – fast eine Halbierung.

Die Umsiedlung der eigenen Zivilbevölkerung in besetztes Gebiet ist nach Römischem Statut und Genfer Konvention ein Kriegsverbrechen.

Quelle: GUR