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Gonzalo Miró y Ane Ibarzabal brillan en @MalasLenguas_Tv. 🔹Líder este martes en @La1_tve con un 12,7%. 🔹Máximo histórico en @la2_tve con un 9% y segunda opción en la franja, solo por detrás de La 1. https://t.co/yFrYBr2zgK #Televisión #Audiencia #Éxito

Dopo che la Merlino ha lasciato Mediaset per la televisione di San Marino, mi auguro che lo stesso percorso tocchi a tutti quei giornalisti e conduttori che svolgono il proprio lavoro come tifosi accecati dall’ideologia, trasformando l’informazione in pura partigianeria. #informazione #giornalismo #libertà

Resumen del programa de hoy: Efectivamente devoraron, no solo no ayunaron, sino que se empacharon. Su tarea era romperla y la destruyeron, no solo sirvieron sino que repetieron el plato. No son padres, son un concepto más elevado, son abuelos. @GastonTrezeguet @ElianaGuercio #GranHermano #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

ELIANA GUERCIO ARRASTRÓ A LA BEBÈ RENO DE SOL “la solangistas te apoyaron un montón, te digo que son malos porque tienen un odio por ella. yo no soy fanatica, soy objetiva y me gustan jugadores de todos los bandos. yo no apoyo a campanita desde ahora porque está en el bando contrario” #granhermano https://t.co/SnNp6GddvF #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

A Generation That Forgot the Shape of the Square On memory left to die alone By Adham Hasanin Egyptian journalist and political writer, based in the Netherlands In a house near mine, there is a boy of thirteen. Born in 2013 just a few months younger than the July coup itself, younger than the new republic under whose shadow we now live. I asked him once, with no preamble, no test, out of nothing more than passing curiosity: do you know what January was? He answered simply, without hesitation, without any sense that he was missing something: "An old revolution, against Mubarak, right?" Not entirely wrong. But it is everything he knows. The name Tahrir Square means nothing specific to him. The sound of the crowd chanting has no echo in his mind. He does not know that his own family whom he sees every day saying "thank God for stability," who warn him against "chaos" whenever a political headline crosses the screen once, at a moment two years before he was born, went down into the street, betting their entire lives on the possibility that something might change. This article is not about politics. It is about memory, and about who decides what gets told and what is left to die in silence. I. Who Erases the Picture? The first question that comes to mind is the easiest and most deceptive one: who erases this memory? And where do we begin holding them accountable? But the truth is too complex to reduce to a single actor. No one actually erases memory, in the literal sense of the act. There is no ministry called the "Ministry of Forgetting," no presidential decree ordering January struck from the collective consciousness. What happens is simpler than that, and more dangerous at once: the subject is simply never told. School says nothing. The textbook leaps from one period to another without pausing on January for more than two faded lines, composed with deliberate neutrality, devoid of any detail that might make the event feel alive to its young reader. Television no longer has any reason to return to it; the programmes that once hosted witnesses and activists stopped years ago, replaced by an official discourse that mentions January only in passing, as an unfortunate prelude to the "stability" that supposedly followed. And the home the most dangerous link of all has become afraid of the subject. Speech now carries a price, and many families, whether consciously or by sheer survival instinct, have decided that silence is safer than the story. The father who marched fears passing on to his son a curiosity that might one day lead him into trouble the family cannot afford. The mother who lost a friend in the events prefers not to reopen the wound before a child who does not yet grasp the weight of loss. And so, generation after generation, the circle of those who know shrinks, and the circle of those who do not even ask because they do not know there is anything worth asking widens. No one decided to erase the memory through an explicit decision. The memory was simply left to die alone, with no one tending it. And it is precisely this decentralised absence of responsibility that makes this kind of erasure more dangerous than any direct official ban: there is no single decision to challenge, no single body to hold accountable. Responsibility is distributed across thousands of small decisions made by thousands of individuals, each within their own context, each seeming reasonable when viewed in isolation. II. Why This Is More Dangerous Than Direct Repression An objection might be raised: is direct repression arrest, imprisonment, publishing bans not far more lethal than mere gradual forgetting? The answer is complex, and deserves calm unpacking. Direct repression can be seen. It can be documented, and the victim can know they are a victim, can tell their story, and their pain can become a testimony added to the collective memory, even if it never reaches justice. The political prisoner knows he is a political prisoner. The journalist banned from writing knows he is banned, and can tell the world he is banned. Direct repression, for all its cruelty, leaves a trace that can be followed. But a generation that has forgotten something happened at all does not even have a starting point from which to ask. This thirteen-year-old boy will never ask "why were we repressed?" because he does not know there is anything deserving that question in the first place. He feels no absence, because he does not know there is anything absent. He simply lives in a version of reality stripped of an entire chapter of his country’s history, and never for a moment suspects that this void is a void at all. Here lies the essence of the danger: direct repression creates victims who know they are victims. Erasure of memory, when it succeeds, creates a generation that does not even know it has been deprived of anything. And deprivation that is not felt cannot be resisted, because resistance always begins with an awareness of loss. The regime that came after 2013 does not need to convince the new generation that January was a mistake. That would be an arduous, costly task, requiring sustained propaganda and continuous effort to persuade each individual one by one. It is far easier, and strategically far more efficient, simply to ensure they never know it was anything at all. The void requires no defence; it requires only silence, and silence is free and always available. III. The Four Mechanisms of Erasure Four complementary mechanisms can be identified working together to produce this collective void not as an organised conspiracy, but as a system of incentives that pushes each party, consciously or not, to contribute to the same process. The first mechanism: formal education. The curriculum, as currently designed, treats January as a passing footnote rather than a founding event deserving detail and analysis. The student memorises two dates the start of the revolution and its presumed end without understanding why people took to the streets, what they were demanding, or how they felt in that pivotal moment. The second mechanism: broadcast media. The channels that once hosted live discussions on January, featuring varied perspectives, have gradually disappeared, or transformed their discourse entirely. Today’s televised image either ignores the anniversary altogether, or invokes it only to frame it as a prelude to chaos that must be avoided. The third mechanism: the silence of homes. This is the most dangerous of all, precisely because it is the most human and understandable. Parents who lived through the experience protect it with silence, not out of aversion to the story, but out of fear of its price. This silence, however legitimate its motives, achieves exactly the same effect as official censorship: it blocks the transmission of knowledge from one generation to the next. The fourth mechanism: the absence of alternative spaces. Even those among the new generation who wish to know cannot easily find places to look. Archives are scattered, trustworthy websites are blocked or require effort to reach, and personal testimonies are dispersed across corners of the internet that an ordinary student at an ordinary school will never stumble upon. These four mechanisms require no central coordination to work together. Each naturally serves the others, and all converge on a single result: a growing void in the consciousness of every new generation. IV. Memory as an Act of Resistance If erasure operates without a centre, then resisting it must also be decentralised. No one waits for a government decision to restore January to the curriculum, nor for a television programme to revive the testimonies. Resistance here is necessarily individual, happening in small details, in passing conversations, in the simple decision to tell rather than to stay silent. This is exactly what I try to do, without any claim to heroism, without any grand mission. I try, whenever I can, to tell the thirteen-year-old boy and others like him details that are never written in official reports or in schoolbooks: what the voices in the square sounded like, how someone felt the first time they realised change was possible, what that moment of hope was like before everything changed. The goal is not to bring back the past; the past cannot be brought back. The goal is that this boy, when he grows older and asks again and he will ask, because the questions always return at some point finds someone to tell him the full story, not two faded lines in a schoolbook. That he knows the stability he is told is the fruit of "wisdom" has a prior history, that this history carried other possibilities, and that real people bet their lives on those possibilities. V. Why This Matters Now Talking about the memory of a generation not yet aware might seem an intellectual luxury next to more urgent matters: arrests, a collapsing economy, regional wars. But the truth is that this issue is the foundation on which every other issue is built. A people who do not know they once rose up will not understand why they should ever think of rising again. A generation raised to believe "stability" is the only natural state possible will never ask itself what drove its own parents, shortly before it was born, to risk everything for an alternative that was never guaranteed. Memory is not a luxury; it is the reference point by which every generation measures its present, and through which it determines what is possible and what is not. And whoever understands this understands why erasing memory, not direct repression alone, is among the most important tools of any regime seeking to guarantee its permanence: because a people who have forgotten they were once free will not even know they are missing freedom. Memory, like the word, needs someone to tell it in order to survive. And when the tellers stop, memory does not die suddenly; it withers slowly, generation after generation, until the day comes when a boy asks an innocent question, and finds no one to answer him but two faded lines in a schoolbook.

🚨🚨 Jesse Bisiwu 🇧🇪 : « Mes premiers jours ont été très bons. J'ai été accueilli par une grande famille et j'en suis très reconnaissant. Ils m'ont très bien reçu, tout le monde est très sympathique et je suis très reconnaissant pour cet accueil. Être ici et le voir par moi-même est un sentiment différent, je suis très heureux. Quand j'étais jeune, j'ai toujours rêvé de jouer dans un grand club comme le Barça, donc être ici est un rêve pour moi. » « Hansi Flick m'a très bien reçu, nous avons eu quelques discussions et il est très facile de comprendre ce que je dois faire cette année : travailler très dur et apprendre le plus possible. » « Tout le monde a été très attentif à mon adaptation sur les premiers jours, et je leur en suis très reconnaissant. Cette saison, je vais travailler dur et donner le meilleur de moi-même, et nous verrons comment se passe la saison. Je veux donner le maximum pour ce club. Quand l'entraîneur aura besoin de moi, je serai là : je veux juste travailler dur pour être prêt. » « Le Camp Nou ? Pour le moment je n’ai pu le voir qu’à la télévision, pas encore en personne. J’ai hâte d’y jouer mes premières minutes. » #Barça #Football #Rêves

Mientras el preconteo mostraba que rápidamente Abelardo aventajaba ya a Cepeda. Resulta que en la realidad con el 82% de los votos, Cepeda aventajaba a Abelardo por más de medio millón de votos. De pronto en los pueblos más alejados y pequeños se disparó Abelardo exponencialmente y recortó la diferencia y sobrepasó a Cepeda solo en el 19% de la votación y en los pueblos más alejados y pequeños. Porqué el preconteo en televisiónnunca mostró que con el 82% de los votos Cepeda aventajaba a Abelardo con 500.000 votos? Cómo se explica que ese triunfo se acabe con el 18% de la población más alejada y en pequeñas localidades? Es votación real o la hicieron las matemáticas. https://t.co/tafOAbXKBW #Elecciones2023 #Votación #Democracia

The Hungarian dictator is now controlling hiring at the public television via his Facebook account. We have seen nothing like this in Europe in decades - even the Eastern bloc countries were run with more subtlety. Hungarian will soon not be a Western country. 🇭🇺 #Hungary #Dictatorship #PressFreedom #HU #EU

Buitres de la ultraderecha en Ceuta. Los mismos que señalan envalentonados en las redes a los inmigrantes, luego salen corriendo en las calles. Los mismos que tienen opiniones racistas en la televisión, luego van a fiestas de Mohamed VI a buscar pasta. Ultras e hipócritas. https://t.co/uJyW1Fpp06 #Ceuta #Inmigración #Racismo

Campanita acaba de tener la mejor salida al no querer abandonar la casa y HAY QUE ADMITIR QUE DEVORÓ Campanita: “NO ME VOY A IR, QUIERO VER QUE PASA, PUEDO PASAR A SER VISITA?” jakdkasjsj dios #GranHermano https://t.co/cl0YnQf0BF #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

entró, les movió la cabeza a todos, arrastró a sol, es querida por todo el país e internacionalmente, hizo huelga cuando la sacaron por fraude y encima marcó 17.5 puntos de rating, el mas alto de la edición. siempre serás LA GANADORA CAMPANITA! #GranHermano https://t.co/npDZsbl9QJ #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

LA REINA SOL SIGUE EN GRAN HERMANOOOOOO LOS TRAIDORES PARA SU CASA 🔕 ¡LO LOGRAMOS SOLANGISTAS! #GranHermano https://t.co/gg0wtRiuHj #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

Finalmente Majluf y Zilli no tomaron partido. Pincoya quedó en el medio. Todo el resto de la casa del lado de Campanita, con Sol quedó Tini. #GranHermano https://t.co/qWIPKECT51 #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión

PINCO NO QUIERE QUE SE VAYA LA SERPI! Afirma que nadie le dira con quien juntarse y con quien no. También destaca su juego. CAMPANITA AL 9009 HOY SE VA CAMPANITA #GranHermano https://t.co/7Ou8oMxNPz #GranHermano #RealityShow #Televisión