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  Chamber of Commerce – USA (CGCC) are event partners. More partners in the US are welcome to join the campaign throughout the event.

  Participants are invited to submit up to three photos with captions, limited to 300 words or less, explaining their person-to-perso

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  Judging will take place at the close of submissio

ns, and prizes will be awarded to 10 finalists. All entrants will receive a souvenir for participating in the event.

  The grand-prize winner will receive the flight tickets. Finalists also may have their

stories featured in China Daily through its print edition and many digital platforms.

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Refuse to work on Sunday dismissed the dishwasher

  Beijing, Jan. 21 (xinhua) according to foreign media reports, in 2017, an Americ

an hotel dishwashers, hotel arrangements for its work on Sundays the employer to court.Local time on Janu

ary 15, 2019, the jury returned a verdict of its successful, damages is as high as $21.5 million.

  According to the report, 60, Pierre had six children, she is a Christian.Miami Conrad in 2006, she was hired, said yours

elf to go to church every Sunday, and unable to work.The hotel most of the time, respect the religious beliefs of Pier

re, allowed her to rest on Sunday, however, since the end of 2015, the hotel will arrange her to work on Sunday.

  Pierre let her minister wrote to the hotel, explain the Sabbath work violates thei

r religious beliefs, but the hotel manager will allegedly lost the letter.

  In order to go to church, Pierre had six absenteeism record on Sunday.In March

2016, the hotel with Pierre “absence” and so on reason fired her.

  In 2017, and against the former employer to violate the “civil rights law” in 196

4, which prohibits an employer when hiring discrimination of race, color, religion, etc.On January 15, 2018, the j

ury found her won, ordered the hotel to pay her $21.5 million, $21 million of whom are punitive damages.

  The Chinese news

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Great Diplomatic Turn, Brazil’s New President Willingness to

Brazil’s new president, Jair Bossonalo, said in an exclusive media interview Wednesday that he

was open to the possibility of future US military bases in Brazil and would like to consult with the US side.

Brazil has long pursued an independent foreign policy. Some media interpreted that allowing the United

States to set up military bases would mean a “sharp turn” in the foreign policy of the South American power.

Bossonalo also criticized Venezuela, the old rival of the United States in South America, and expressed

concern about the participation of Russian warplanes in Venezuelan air force exercises.

Great Diplomatic Turn

Brazilian Television Systems aired an interview with Bossonalo on the 3rd. This is his first interview since

he took office on January 1st. He talked about many topics of domestic and foreign affairs.

Reporters asked Bossonalo if the United States would be allowed to set up military bases on Brazilian territory.

He answered, of course, that he was willing to negotiate this possibility. “It depends on what happens in the world and who knows if we need to talk about it in the future.”

According to him, the new administration will strengthen economic relations with the

United States, as well as develop military relations and sign agreements in the military field. “We

don’t want to be a superpower in South America, but I think we should have the highest status.”

The United States regards Latin America, which includes Central and South America, as its backyard,

and exerted overwhelming influence on the region during the Cold War. Agence France-Presse and Reuters reported that for many years, Brazil’s

left-wing or centrist governments have pursued independent diplomacy free from American influence. The Left-wing government led by the

Labour Party has been playing against the United States on the international stage from time to time. Bossonalo sought to reorient Brazil’s

diplomacy and alliance with the United States in some respects. Speaking on the phone with Secretary

of State Mike Pompeo on the 2nd, he said that the two countries are now “friends”.

On the same day, in a speech to police in Rio de Janeiro, the state capital, Wilson Witzer, an ally of Bossonalo,

said Brazil needed “its own Guantanamo prison” and “terrorists to be locked up so that society can get rid of them completely”.

The United States established a military base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, in 1903, and a prison in the base in 2002, where hundreds of terror

suspects were detained. The prison is notorious for its abuse scandal. Since the victory of the 1959 revolution,

Cuba has opposed the existence of US military bases and demanded the withdrawal of US troops.

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Iron Emmett’s lads were well at it in the yard, blunted

Iron Emmett’s lads were well at it in the yard, blunted swords slamming into shields and ringing against one another.

Jon stopped to watch a moment as Horse pressed Hop-Robin back toward the well. Horse had the makings of a

good fighter, he decided. He was strong and getting stronger, and his instincts were sound. Hop-Robin was another tale. His clubfoot was bad enough, but he was

afraid of getting hit as well. Perhaps we can make a steward of him. The fight ended abruptly, with Hop-Robin on the ground.

“Well fought,” Jon said to Horse, “but you drop your shield too low when pressing an attack. You will want to correct that, or it is like to get you killed.”

“Yes, m’lord. I’ll keep it higher next time.” Horse pulled Hop-Robin to his feet, and the smaller boy made a clumsy bow.

A few of Stannis’s knights were sparring on the far side of the yard. King’s men in one corner and queen’s men in another,

Jon did not fail to note, but only a few. It’s too cold for most of them. As he strode past them, a booming voice called after him. “BOY! YOU THERE! BOY!”

Just beyond the ticket booth Father had had painted on awall in bright red letters the question:

DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE MOSTDANGEROUS ANIMAL IN THE ZOO?
An arrow pointed to a small curtain. There were so manyeager, curious hands

that pulled at the curtain that we had toreplace it regularly. Behind it was a mirror.

But I learned at my expense that Father believed there wasanother animal even more dangerous than us, and one thatwas extremely common, too,

found on every continent, in everyhabitat: the redoubtable species Animalus anthropomorphicus,the animal as seen through human eyes. We’ve all met

one,perhaps even owned one. It is an animal that is “cute”,”friendly”, “loving”, “devoted”, “merry”, “under-standing”.

 

Theseanimals lie in

ambush in every

toy store and

children’s zoo.

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Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination,

Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination, but Varamyr had often slipped inside her skin as she was being mounted by One Eye. He did not want to spend his

new life as a bitch, though, not unless he

had no other choice. Stalker might suit him better, the younger male … though One Eye was larger and fiercer, and it was One Eye who took Sly whenever she went into heat.

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his

memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”

“Wonder what happened to her face,” was57 her mental question, but the answer was doubtless any one of a dozen possibilities and she didn’t waste time in surmises.

Mrs. Pollzoff took up the speaking tube and Roberta attached the end so she could hear what was to be said.

“You have an exceptionally fine plane,” Mrs. Pollzoff remarked.

“I think so,” Roberta answered with a smile.

“Care to sell it?” The girl was so astonished that she gasped.

“No, indeed, I do not,” she answered emphatically.

Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination, but Varamyr had often slipped inside her skin as she was being mounted by One Eye. He did not want to spend his

new life as a bitch, though, not unless he had no other choice. Stalker might suit him better, the younger male … though One Eye was larger and fiercer, and it was One Eye who took Sly whenever she went into heat.

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until

nothing of the

man is left

and only the

beast remains.”

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Far away, a wolf gave howl.A shiver went through

Far away, a wolf gave howl.

A shiver went through Varamyr. He knew that howl as well as Lump had once known his mother’s voice. One Eye. He was the oldest of his three, the biggest, the

fiercest. Stalker was leaner, quicker, younger, Sly more cunning, but both went in fear of One Eye. The old wolf was fearless, relentless, savage.

Varamyr had lost control of his other beasts in the agony of the eagle’s death. His shadowcat had raced into the woods, whilst his snow bear turned her claws on those

around her, ripping apart four men before falling to a spear. She would have slain Varamyr had he come within her reach. The bear hated him, had raged each time he wore her skin or climbed upon her back.

His wolves, though …

“That’s what we want,” Mrs. Langwell told him, then turned to her daughter. “That is our telephone, dear.”

“I’ll go and answer it,” Roberta replied, and ran to the house as fast as she could. The bell was still ringing so she knew that the party had not been discouraged over the

delay and given up getting in touch with the family. “Hello,” she spoke into the phone.

“I wish to speak with Miss Langwell,” came the reply, and although the voice sounded familiar, Roberta could not recognize it immediately.

“That’s what we want,” Mrs. Langwell told him, then turned to her daughter. “That is our telephone, dear.”

“I’ll go and answer it,” Roberta replied, and ran to the house as fast as she could. The bell was still ringing so she knew that the party had not been discouraged over the

delay and given up getting in touch with the family. “Hello,” she spoke into the phone.

“I wish to speak with Miss Langwell,” came the reply, and although the voice sounded familiar,

 

Roberta

could not

recognize it

immediately.

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Her chin was pointed and her nose flat, and she

Her chin was pointed and her nose flat, and she had a mole on one cheek with four dark hairs growing from it. An ugly face, and hard, yet he would have given much to

glimpse it in the door of the hut. I should have taken her before she left. How long had she been gone? Two days? Three? Varamyr was uncertain. It was dark inside the

hut, and he had been drifting in and out of sleep, never quite sure if it was day or night outside. “Wait,” she’d said. “I will be back with food.” So like a fool he’d waited,

dreaming of Haggon and Bump and all the wrongs he had done in his long life, but days and nights had passed and Thistle had not returned. She won’t be coming back.

Varamyr wondered if he had given himself away. Could she tell what he was thinking just from looking at him, or had he muttered in his fever dream?

“Say it with flowers,” the lad chuckled. “Come along. As long as I live I may never get another chance to have a sheriff in the saddle behind me. How I wish a cop would try to stop me on this trip.”

The pair went off amid the reports of the motorcycle, and then the neighbors, assured that the Langwells were unhurt and in no further danger, departed. Before

she went to bed Roberta took another look at the old barn-hangar where Nike and the Falcon were still resting securely. With a sigh of relief she glanced toward the

sky, which was mighty dark, but she caught the faint outline

“Good morning, dear, I thought I heard you moving about.”

“Morning, Mummy. What are they doing out there?”

of the moon

shining

through as if s

he had49

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Varamyr might have been amongst them if only

Varamyr might have been amongst them if only he’d been stronger. The sea was grey and cold and far away, though, and he knew that he would never live to see it. He

 

 

was nine times dead and dying, and this would be his true death. A squirrel-skin cloak, he remembered, he knifed me for a squirrel-skin cloak.

“Don’t go out,” Mrs. Langwell urged as her husband began to don his trousers hastily under his robe.

“It’s quite safe,” he assured her. Before he was ready there came a pounding at the door—alarmed voices shouted, “You people all right, Langwell?”

“That’s Mr. Howard. He’s the sheriff of the county and must have been in the neighborhood.”

“I’ll be right down,” Mrs. Langwell called. Presently the officer of the law was standing in the hall, while she explained what had happened.

“Glad nobody’s hurt, least-wise, none of you folks. I’ll go out and have a look44 around.” There was a business-like gun in his hand and his chin was set firmly.

“I’m coming with you,” Mr. Langwell called from the top of the stairs as he hurried to join the sheriff.

“I’m coming too, Dad.”

“Stay with your mother, please,” he answered, so Roberta obeyed.

“There isn’t a thing you can do out there, Honey,” Mrs. Langwell assured her. “And you might get in the way.”

So the girl had to be content to remain inside, while sounds of people running, sharp questions, brief answers, and the noise of automobiles stopping while the occupants

demanded to know what was the difficulty came to them from outside. Half an hour later Mr. Langwell came back with the sheriff and their nearest neighbor, and

although they were greatly excited, they had discovered nothing more than some footprints of the robbers, and the place where a large car had been parked by the

side of the road, obviously waiting to assist

the thieve

in their

from the scene

of their mischief.

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Then the pack was on them.His one-eyed brother

Then the pack was on them.

His one-eyed brother knocked the tooth-thrower back into a snowdrift and tore his throat out as he struggled. His sister

slipped behind the other male and took him from the rear. That left the female and her pup for him.

She had a tooth too, a little one made of bone, but she dropped it when the warg’s jaws closed around her leg. As she fell,

she wrapped both arms around her noisy pup. Underneath her furs the female was just skin and bones, but her dugs were

full of milk. The sweetest meat was on the pup. The wolf saved the choicest parts for his brother. All around the

carcasses, the frozen snow turned pink and red as the pack filled its bellies.

It was on my own, a guilty pleasure, that I returned to thesea, beckoned by the mighty waves that crashed down

andreached for me in humble tidal ripples, gentle lassos thatcaught their willing Indian boy.

My gift to Mamaji one birthday, I must have been thirteenor so, was two full lengths of credible butterfly. I finished sospent I could hardly wave to him.

Beyond the activity of swimming, there was the talk of it. Itwas the talk that Father loved. The more vigorously he

resistedactually swimming, the more he fancied it. Swim lore was hisvacation talk from the workaday talk of running a zoo.

Waterwithout a hippopotamus was so much more manageable thanwater with one.

Mamaji studied in Paris for two years, thanks to the colonialadministration. He had the time of his life. This was in

theearly 1930s, when the French were still trying to makePondicherry as Gallic as the British were trying to make

therest of India Britannic. I don’t recall exactly what Mamajistudied. Something commercial, I suppose. He was a

greatstoryteller, but forget about his studies or the Eiffel Tower orthe Louvre or the cafés of the Champs-Elysées. All his storieshad to do

 

with swimming

pools and

swimming

competitions.

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“Wonder what her game is anyway? I’m going to tell

“Wonder what her game is anyway? I’m going to tell Trowbridge to have some—”

“I say, Kingsley.” Someone called the president’s son, and with a nod to his companion, he strode off to see what was wanted.

Roberta proceeded, but as she went she wished she had not spoken to Phil of her nervousness. Probably it was just silly and she certainly didn’t want to be

relieved of the responsibility because she was afraid. After all, there wasn’t a thing in the world to be afraid of, nothing but a collection of wild guesses. It

was unlike the time the “old man” had tried to appropriate the Moth, for then the country was filled with horrible stories of “Blue Air-pirates,” but now everything was as it should be. In fact, life was a bit dull except24 for the

unending joy of racing into the sky. By that time she reached Mr. Trowbridge’s office, but as she opened the door she heard Mr. Wallace saying

angrily, “Well, I’ll be darned if I see it. Oh, oh, hello Miss Langwell.” With that he rushed out of the room and banged the door so hard that it jarred the place.

“Oh, er, oh,” Mr. Trowbridge glanced at her, then began to fumble with some papers on his desk. “Wallace is a bit upset, you’ll have to excuse him.”

unending joy of racing into the sky. By that time she reached Mr. Trowbridge’s office, but as she opened the door she heard Mr. Wallace saying

angrily, “Well, I’ll be darned if I see it. Oh, oh, hello Miss Langwell.” With that he rushed out of the room and banged the door so hard that it jarred the place.

“Sorry if I interrupted—”

“It was a pool the gods would have delighted to swim in.
Molitor had the best competitive swimming club in Paris. Therewere two

pools, an indoor and an outdoor. Both were as bigas small oceans. The indoor pool always had two

lanesreserved

for swimmers

who wanted

to do lengths.

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