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Some wonderful links to learning languages in a fun and better still free way 🙂
Hope it helps you all!


Besides travel, design and photography, another big hobby of mine is learning foreign languages. Therefore I am overjoyed that during the last few years online learning tools have become more and more prominent. What’s even better, a lot of them are free! Websites like these are still taking their first real steps into the big and scary world (wide web) and are still (partly) operating in Beta version, but they are all worth giving a try, you can take my word for it! Below I’ve listed my top 3 language learning websites and their particular features, so you’ll be able to determine which website will suit your needs and preferences best.

1. Memrise

Memrise was launched in September 2010 and focusses on three “ingredients”. The first is science, particularly brain science. As its name would suggest, Memrise has been designed to make most of your memories while learning a language…

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In the light of the morrow, the darkness of today is but the black in the blink of an eye.

Rape in the City

They snatched me in a noisy and crowded street.
A thousand pair of eyes, but not one blinked.
Two thousand feet, but not one moved.
A thousand voices, but not one screamed.
Only one scream was heard. Mine.
Loud. Shocked. Surprised. Full of anguish.
A scream that silenced the noisy, chaotic street.

The ride in the car felt dark and deathly.
Darker than the windows of the car.
Darker than the fake black leather seats.
Deathly with my earnest prayers for a death, rather than a miracle.

These men took their time.
Each man had his time.
My screams, tears, and pain.
in their abuse, laughter, and pleasure.

How can the pain of one human,
be the source of pleasure in another?
How can the shame and humiliation of one human,
be the sense of pride and achievement in another?

Why do I call them men?
Can I even call them animals?
These are the filth, the scum which even the earth shudders to embrace.
These are the puss that oozes from dead, rotten, maggot infested corpses.

I will walk the streets in fear and shame;
trapped in my pain and anger, bound by the scars of the crime.
They will walk the streets free and a strange pride.
I was not proof enough that they committed such a heinous crime.

Let’s see what the world has to offer me today. Strike that. Let’s see what I can offer the world today! A little a day, for someone, somewhere …

The Price of Me

It should have been the happiest days of my life.
I should have found the person of my dreams,
my companion for life.

I should have found new parents, brothers, sisters,
a whole new family.
I should have found happiness, security, and love.

I found nothing.
I found myself being sold.
I found myself buyers, trading and bargaining.
I found my worth –
a car, and 500grams of gold.

And, I was sold.
I was now off the shelf.

A new home. A new life.
A new maid for the house.
A new whore for my partner.
A new mat to be stomped and walked all over.

The car I gave was not big enough.
The gold, what gold they said???
And for every day until their greed was met,
I was sold for a month, a night, an hour.

My torment continued, as means to
squeeze and snuff the life out of my poor old parents.
Soon, there was nothing left to give.
Soon, there was no one left to give.

I was not as good as a maid now.
I was frail, and rotten now.
I could no longer be the whore to satisfy the lust of men of the house.
I had expired my shelf life.

So I found myself being bathed in gasoline.
Very generous with the fuel, unlike with
the one meal I received every other day.
The final puff of my husbands cigar, begins the fire in which I burn.

I sit down, engulfed in the fire.
I do not feel any pain.
I only feel relief.

It ends today.
I look into the eyes of my sister in law.
A smile that I had lost returns to my eyes and curves around my lips.
It begins tomorrow.