This Ain’t Your Granny’s Washing Machine, But It Sure Smells Like It

I don’t want fabric softener in my laundry. The machine is in Spanish, I think. I’m in Barcelona so maybe it’s in Catalan and that’s the thing that always confuses me about this place. Sometimes it’s Catalan or nothing. Other times it’s Castillian. I can’t read either so cancelling the softener is out of the question. I pack light and only bring quick dry clothing. Softener coats the fibers of the garments and ruins their ability to wick moisture and do the things I want them to do the most – repel water and quick dry.

The big sign just inside the door, that’s also in English, went entirely unnoticed by yours truly. 4 minutes into the wash cycle, I saw it. 4 minutes after I’d already added my perfume, dye, and softener-free soap pod that I’d carted from the States into the mix. 

  • Load only your clothing and Don’t Add Soap! 
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We’re Sick to Death of Your Instagram Photos

And judging by the royal fit your child is throwing, so is he. I can still see and hear him vividly. A screaming tantrum as he’s dragged away from playing at the riverbank with a stick. Immediately, he morphs into a ball of lead in his father’s grip. Kicking, screaming, and already crossing the tipping point to utter implosion. But you couldn’t be bothered with that because you were busy barking at everyone hiking the path, telling us that you were having your picture taken and no one else was to be in it. Not even your kid. The entire scene was ridiculous, down to the artificial pose and the plastic smile on your face when your mother finally snapped the image. Anything for your 217 followers.

Welcome to hiking the Ihlara Valley.

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The Thing Is, It Never Starts With Violence

Before the war, Wroclaw was called Breslau, and between 1202 and 1945 the city was controlled by everyone but Poland. The boundaries of Poland had been carved into a myriad of pieces, and ruled by so many different Emperors, Czars, and Kings, it’s hard to keep track of it all. But back in 1933, Breslau was part of the Weimar Republic, a failed German government that spanned the 15 years between the King of Germany’s reign and Hitler’s.

It was in March of 1933 that Breslau voted for the Nazi party in staggering numbers. In a multi-party system, 48% of voters were on board. The third strongest turnout in all of Germany. Twelve years later, that same regime dropped hundreds of thousands of explosives on its own soil in the single most devastating war and genocide in recorded history. Breslau would be one of the last strongholds.

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