"Different people in different parts of the world can be thinking the same thoughts at the same time. It’s an obsession of mine, that different people, in different places, are thinking the same thing, but for different reasons. I try to make films which connect people."
Christoph Waltz attends the Electrified! The Late Night at Tempelhof Airport on March 8, 2014 in Berlin, Germany.
oh my god. gray sweater + white sideburns. Du siehst köstlich aus, mein Schnitzel!
#world war II
"On August 5, 1940, the independent country of Latvia was forcibly incorporated into the Soviet Union. Thousands of Latvians were arrested for having anti-Soviet views, taking part in resistance movements, being farmers, belonging to political parties, or refusing to join a collective farm. Many were deported to Siberia.
People who were in prisons, concentration camps, or settlements in Siberia wrote letters to friends and relatives on birch bark, which was often the only available material at places of deportation. This was particularly the case during World War II, when paper was very scarce. Only 19 such letters, dating from 1941 to 1956, survive in Latvian museums. They are important documents for the history of Latvia and of the Soviet era and a vivid record of the effects of mass repression on individual lives.”
From the Siberian Letters on Birch Bark collection at the National Library of Latvia
May I introduce to you the beautiful… the wonderful… the marvelous… the glorious… TADEUSZ KOSCIUSZKO (pronounced Ko-shoosh-ko).
Fella was born in Poland in 1746 and is a national hero in several different countries, including his native Poland and the United States. In the Revolutionary War, he was a super helpful engineer and soldier. He also attempted to liberate Poland and Lithuania in an uprising named after him. This is but a small list of his wartime achievements. (He also composed music.)
He was a huge believer in human rights for EVERYONE, and he even dedicated his will to freeing the slaves. Sadly, this didn’t happen.
He had a beautiful soul, you guys.
Sadly, he fell in love twice, but his lady loves’ fathers rejected him because he didn’t have enough money. Money cannot buy you love!
there’s a park named after him on the (heavily Polish) northwest side of Chicago!
there’s also a terrible bridge (irony! since he was an engineer) named for him in NYC.