Rinai Pambasuah Luko

The powers are all in the costume, why else would we run around in colored undies?

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

On an unimportant side note, background profile linkedin bapaknya kayak sleeve detail di jersey Reading yang nunjukin efek climate change which is nice.

Entah emang beneran atau cocoklogi aja 🤣 @Jerseyforum

[Anies Rasyid Baswedan @aniesbaswedan]

Sebelum melakukan itu semua, tidak lupa update LinkedIn dulu.

[Brooks Otterlake @i_zzzzzz]

I think part of what makes this account’s work so satisfying is they are doing a form of pattern recognition that is computerlike in many ways but actually requires a soul to pull off. Proof humans are still on top

[Frankie 🇪🇬 @LFC_Franklin01]

Typa shit Salah had to go up against every AFCON

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I went to Katz's Deli on Houston Street. The man at the door, an older guy in an apron, handed me a paper ticket with a grid of numbers on it. He said one thing I did not expect.

"Don't lose it."

I paused.

I did not know why this was being said with such gravity. But a samurai understands a vow when he hears one. So I answered in kind.

"I will not."

"Cool. If you lose it, it's fifty dollars."

I understood now. This was no receipt. This was a covenant. I had carried letters of state across mountain passes that asked less of me than this small ticket.

"I will guard it as if it were the seal of my house."

"...you can just keep it in your pocket, man."

"My pocket will become the seal of my house."

"...okay."

The line at the counter was twenty deep. Behind it, a cutter in a paper hat was hand-slicing pastrami by the pound. A glass jar on the counter beside him. Bills folded inside. A sign on the jar: "Tip the cutter."

A donation, on the way in, to the temple of the meat.

I folded a five into the jar.

The cutter, without looking up: "That's the way."

"...I have given offering. I expect to be tested."

"It's mostly so I give you a little extra meat."

"Then test me with the extra meat."

"That's literally what I was going to do."

He carved a thick slice off the pastrami in front of him. He lifted it across the counter on the flat of his blade and held it out to me.

I took it. I ate it standing. Warm, salt, smoke, pepper.

I gave my order.

Pastrami on rye. Mustard. Half-sour on the side.

"You been here before?"

"This is the first time I have stood on this street."

"You ordered like a regular."

"I have, in another life, been a regular at many counters I have never visited."

"...I'm just gonna make the sandwich."

He built it in front of me. Three quarters of a pound of pastrami, hand-cut, each slice falling at the same angle. A thin band of mustard the color of a winter sun. One green pickle on the plate.

He stamped my ticket.

"Eat it warm. Pastrami remembers being warm. Cold, it forgets."

I bowed.

I ate the sandwich at a long shared table. Both hands. No plate, no posture, no honor.

It was the best thing I have put in my mouth on this continent.

For thirty years I have read every menu in my country with caution.

They handed me a sandwich and a paper with one rule on it, and I have never felt so trusted.

On the wall behind the cutter, in red script, a sign read: "Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army."

A wartime promise, kept on a wall, since 1942.

I have no son.

But the offer stood.

At the door, on the way out, the guard held out his palm.

I placed the ticket in his hand. Every station stamped. Every number marked.

"Clean ticket."

"It is the only kind I carry."

"You want it back? People keep 'em as souvenirs."

I paused.

I had been prepared to surrender the artifact. I had not been prepared to be offered it back. A guard at a gate, returning the seal you arrived with, is a thing that happens only to ambassadors and to friends.

"...I would be honored."

"Cool."

He handed it back.

So tell me, America.

You hand a stranger a ticket and tell him not to lose it.

You keep a wartime promise on a wall for over eighty years.

You give the ticket back at the door, because a man might want to keep it.

What other vows are you handing out, and then quietly letting people keep?

And "Don't lose it." Was I keeping the ticket? Or, for one meal, was the ticket keeping me?

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

@Jerseyforum Betul itu dikira jualan jersey pake logo trefoil bagus-bagus cuman buat bikin fans happy aja tujuannya 😂

[Dr. Bucky Isotope, PhD Bioplasticity @BuckyIsotope]

Pronouncing Grimace like Versace so the people at this McDonald’s think I’m sophisticated

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

PERSIJA TREFOIL LETS GOOOOO

[Persija Jakarta @Persija_Jkt]

A new chapter begins.

Persija dan Adidas resmi menjalin kemitraan sebagai Official Apparel Partner. 🫱🏼‍🫲🏽❤️

#Persija

[T-Pain @TPAIN]

Who do you think you’re tagging??

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

Let’s bring it back boys

[. @ethanmvfc]

FIFA World Cup 2042 🇦🇺🇮🇩🇳🇿

14 Stadiums • 12 Host Cities • Australia-Indonesia-New Zealand

[HLTCO @HLTCO]

The best tweet of the World Cup for me. 10/10. No notes.

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

HELLO HELLO

[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🚨💣 EXCLUSIVE: Liverpool are set to sign Víctor Muñoz with HIJACK done, HERE WE GO! 🔴🇪🇸

Newcastle in advanced talks for days but #LFC enter the deal, verbally agree terms with Muñoz and activate €40m release clause.

All set to be signed and another big surpise. 🧨

[Victor Catalina @vcatalina96]

Yes, this was indeed quite easy.

[Dev @DevMoore]

everyone thought New York would turn into Gotham City and it’s been nothing but Sesame Street all month lmao

[a snobbish sloth @kafka_____]

Ente di gading, isinya makanan enak, ngapain cobain tempat makan buzzer rejim

[Martin Charquero @MartinCharquero]

ATENCIÓN.

Darwin Núñez retorna al Liverpool. La confirmación no se dará en estos días ya que el jugador pidió estar concentrado con la Selección uruguaya.

Información de @jpromeroh en #Minuto1

▶️ https://t.co/vlCKalfzpu

[Rinai Pambasuah Luko @rafikun]

Of course Isak scores

[iraorla 🍉 @orlacsm]

Robbo? you don't know him like that

[Anjali 👊🔥🇺🇸 @AnjaliVBhatt]

DOUBLE THE REPARATIONS

[Cookie Monster @MeCookieMonster]

Elmo teach me not to eat trophy. Me teach Elmo to pick a team. 💙🧡